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Title: The strange story of Mr. Pickelbone with illustrations for young America
Physical Description: 2, 76 p. : ill. ; 15 x 24 cm.
Language: English
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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Storytelling -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Insects -- Collection and preservation -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Butterflies -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Whales -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Ship captains -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Courtship -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
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THE STRANGE STORY OF MR. PlCKILONE.

XVITH ILLUSTRATIONS

FOR YOUNG AMERICA.


BY GERTRUDE.


Copyright 1895.






















KOLB & LECLER,
PRINTERS,
516 NATCHEZ ST., NEW ORLEANS,






Soooooo T H ETSTRANGE STORY


Children come, and listen well,
To the story I will tell,
About Mr. Pickelbone
Who around the fields would roam,
Catching butterflies and bugs,
Beetles, worms, and even slugs;
Though his sister Ursul would
He'd stay at home and chop the wood.


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Hear how, after suffering long,
He runs away from Ursuls tong.
And how a whale, with a big, big head,
Swallows him up like a piece of bread.
And how, at last the poor good soul,
Was put on the spit, like a common fowl.


All what happened to him alorg,
You will hear in this funny song,
And may it sometimes sound queer to you,
Still, what I tell you is really true.
So come and listen good my dear,
For my story begins right here.


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Early in the morning yet,
Pickelbone goes with his net,
Catching butterflies, it is
Mr. Pickie's greatest bliss.
Why without his precious net,
He would grieve, till he was dead.


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And when he has caught one, then,
0, how happy is the man;
He pins the insect on his hat,
Proudly, he will tell you that.
A jewelled crown is in his eye,
Not half as fine, as this butterfly.


























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At last when he has chased enough,
And he is home with all his stuff,
He sits him near the table quite,
And just gives way to his delight;
Pinning with a happy smile,
His butterflies on a board the while.


And before he goes to sleep,
Already in night shirt ard bare feet,
He must take up a butterfly,
And look it over, with wondering eye,
Admires its shape, and colors bright,
And stands grinning from delight.


























And even when he is in bed
With his night cap on his head,
He dreams about a fairy land,
Where everywhere you sit or stand,
Bugs, and butterflies, abound,
Covering every inch of ground.


And before the sun does rise,
Pickelbone he rubs his eyes,
Wondering what the day will bring;
If he will catch anything.
Goodness Pick, you thoughtless man,
First, 0, put your panties on.


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But alas! for Pickie, that
He a naughty sister had,
Who every day would scold and fuss,
About his butterflies and bugs,
Till at last he sat down and wrote
To his sister the following note:


Darling sister Ursula!
I'm going to America,
I hear, that in that far of land,
The butterflies, are simply grand.
I am sorry, to leave you all alone,
And remain, your brother, Pickelbone.



























Scarcely, had he written all,
Or he hears his sister call.
She comes in, and sees the note,
Which her brother Pickie wrote,
Reads it, while poor Pickelbone,
Stands, like turned into stone.


Ursul, gets as red as fire,
What! she screams, with voice, full ire,
How dare you! brother Pickelbone!
Say, you '11 leave me all alone.
Trembling, ashy pale, from fright,
Pickie, crawls out of sight.

























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Ursul tells him now, to rise,
Looks at him, with angry eyes,
Pulls him violent by his ear,
And says: "Tell me, brother dear
Would you, really from me run?"
Pet, he says: "I just made fun."


But his coffee, he wont drink,
We can't do anything, but think,
And sulk, and sigh, and sob from grief;
Till Ursula, who is not deaf,
Says: Come, my love, let us have a talk,
And afterwards, we'll take a walk.























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And if you want it, I will too,
Play, and sing a song for you,
And with her voice, so shrill, and high,
She sings, that it would make you cry.
But Pickie wishes, which was not right,
His sister Ursul, was out of sight.


At last he jumps up from the chair.
Let me go! he cries in despair,
But she says, Oh, no Pick, no;
You shall stay with me, you shall not go.
And she knocks the dishes on the floor,
And scolds, till she can scold no more.




























But, Pickelbone, that man was wise,
He waits till Ursul, closed her eyes,
Then in the night, quiet as a mouse,
He steals out of his sisters house;
Farewell, now Ursul! to tell you true,
I'm glad at last, to get rid of you.


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Now, free at last, lie goes ahead.
The first thing he caught in his net,
Was-can you guess?-a soldier proud
And in his hat, a lady stout,
Who screamed, and told him surely that,
To act like this, he must be mad.



















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So happy, after a day or three,
Pickie sees at last the sea,
Where the good ship, Calico,
Is just ready for to go;
At which very welcome sight,
He just dances from delight.


In a boat he now does trip,
Which soon brings him to the ship,
Waving his hat, our Pick does yell:
England! England! fare thee well!
Farewell! sister Ursula!
I'm going to America.


























Scarce was he on board the ship,
Or he feels a well known grip.
Ursula, when he was gone,
Simply followed him all alone;
Saw him stepping on the boat,
And now pulls him by the coat,


Ursula does cry and fret,
Till her eyes are awful red;
And in despair, does Pickelbone,
Promise to leave bugs alone.
Silent, and with trembling lip,
He walks with her around the ship.



























Ursul, now has walked enough,
And proposes blind man buff,
So Pickelbone, good patient man,
Tries to catch her, as well he can,
Till at last, tired out and warm,
He grabs Ursul by the arm.


Ursul now plays full of grace,
Blind man buff; around her face,
Covering her eyes and nose,
A cloth is tied, then on his toes.
He runs up stairs, while all alone,
She in vain, seeks Pickelbone.


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On the deck, alone stands he,
And he sighs, Oh my, Oh me,
While the promise he does regret,
Never, to chase more, with his net,
He grinds-his teeth, his eyes roll wild,
Enough to frighten any child.


Ursul all the while alone,
Is seeking brother Pickelbone,
But can't find him, how she seeks,
And in every nook and corner peeks.
So she pulls the cloth from off her face,
But of Pick there was no trace.

























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Screaming she runs on the deck,
Grabs her brother by the neck,
But Pickie with a fearful leap,
Jumps right into the briny deep,
Where he comes down on all his fours,
While Ursul actually roars.


A far off sail he sees, the man
Tries to swim as fast he can,
But Ursula, in her despair,
Jumps too, and tries to reach him there,
The captain through his glass does see,
Ursul tumbling into the sea.

























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The captain's heart was brave and true,
To their assistance now he flew,
With hat and sword, from off the boat,
He jumps to where the pair does float,
While the mate stands pale from fright,
Looking at the awful sight.


Sailors! Help your captain! all,
Just came running, big and small,
Quicker even than -a flash,
All jumped in the sea, splash! splash!
The captain right on top a wave,
Smiles to see his men so brave.













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Even the animals on the ship,
Went to take this salty trip;
Splash! They all jumped from the boat,
Horse and cow, and dog and goat,
Even the mousies from the hold,
All jumped over, brave and bold.


The ship, to which, poor Pick did swim,
By this time, was quite near to him,
And it was manned, I tell you true,
By a cruel Turkish pirate crew,
Who now to their assistance ran,
And fished up all the poor wet men.
























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Ursula did nearly drown,
But a Turk around her gown.
A big hook and rope does slip,
And so- pulls her on the ship,
When he sees that, Pickelbone
Dives, he'd rather be alone.


A barrel of water he did drink,
And he is to sick to think,
Till very wet and very stout,
-Pickie does look round about,
When a small island he does see,
On which he creeps now cautiously.

























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But no house, no tree, no plant,
Does he see on that strange land,
And it feels like it does swim,
Really, it does frighten him.
When poor Pick gets deathly pale,
He sees the island has a tail.


The land on which himself he found,
Was a whale who swam around,
And it shook itself so rough,
That Pickie slipped sure enough,
Right into its mouth so wide,
And through his throat he flew inside.


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Pickelbone when he did sail,
In the stomach of the whale.
Saw already sitting there,
A fat stranger without hair,
Who high and dry with a firm grip,
Holds himself onto a rib.


He hears the little stranger say,
It surely can n6t be away,
Three months already with my line,
I'm fishing in its intestine,
It really is hard to bear,
To lose my wig, as I did my hair.


























Brother, says our Pickelbone,
Now you wont be all alone,
And if I can help you, man,
I will do the best I can.
Good says Fatty, if you do,
I'll be a staunch true friend to you.


One fine morning when the pair,
* Where sitting in the ribs up there,
They suddenly found at their feet,
Three people, the hungry whale did eat,
Who splashed around, and screamed, ah me,
T'was real pitiful to see.


























T'was a fiddler who came down,
And a farmer who did frown,
At his daughter Peternell,
Who did nothing else but yell,
Dog in arm, and frightfull pale,
To help her get out of the whale.


After soothing her alarm,
Nell walks round on Pickie's arm,
Who feels happy brave and strong.
SThe fiddler plays a cheerful song.
While Fatty tells the story sad,
About the lovely wig he had.


























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Now Pickie, after thinking well,
Decides to marry Peternell,
And live forever a happy life,
So goes and asks her for his wife,
Her father says: All right my man,
- Just marry her as soon you can.


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T'is ball now inside of the whale,
And every body without fail,
Is happy. Nelly full of grace
Dances with Pick around the place,
And sure wherever you may have been,
A lovelier pair was seldom seen.


























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But alas! so much they stamp,
That the whale he, gets a cramp.
The animal gets weak and sick.
Fatty hold on good! cries Pick.
They get shaken so about,
That from fright they all do shout.


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Yet in all this danger, Nell
Thought about her doggie well,
But she loses her hold on Pick,
Whereupon through thin and thick.
Fiddle, father dog and Nell,
Flew out his throat, aliye and well.



























They fell into the water cool,
When a ship from Liverpool,
Saw the poor unfortunates float
And right off send them a boat.
The sailors fished them safely up,
Fiddler, father, Nell and pup.


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All this time, our Pickelbone,
Sits with Fatty all alone.
Though the whale from all his heart,
Wishes they would too depart.
The poor animal surely found,
They were heavy to carry around.



























But alas! they did not go,
Pickie in his grievous woe,
Moans and cries, the tears they fell,
Like a torrent for his Nell-
Fatty tries to talk and cheer,
Poor heartbroken Pickie here.


But alas! the whale did get
Cramps again; upon their head,
Then again upon their back,
He throws both, till blue and black,
And green it gets before their eyes,
And both are uttering smothered cries:


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The poor whale also sighs, and moans.
The air is rent with fearful groans-
From his side the blood does flow
On our Fatty and Pickie now,
Wondering at the unusual sight,
They just wait and pray in fright.


Surely, help was near at last,
Form a whaler which came fast,
Scarcely did they see the fish,
Or a spear they threw him, swish!
Down it flew, deep in his back-
And the poor whale died, alack!






















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The animal now brought on land,
Was stretched out upon the sand,
When from within a funny sound
Was heard. And opening it they found,
Right into his mouth so wide,
Pick and Fatty side by side.


Scarcely Pickelbone did stand
With his two feet on dry land,
Or a herald he does see,
Which he reads now joyfully,
While Fatty hugs his wig, he found
In the stomach safe and sound.







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Slowly on they are getting here,
To the North Pole they are near.
Snow and sleet and ice and hail,
Makes their faces blue and pale,
And the frost does freeze their nose,
Ears and hands and feet and toes.


And their blood at last did clog,
Pickelbone falls like a log,
Right on top of his poor friend,
Who was standing just behind.
Fatty too fell down right there,
One leg sticking in the air.























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When the sailors of the whaling ship,
Were going on their homeward trip,
Poor Fatty and poor Pickelbone
Were found frozen hard like stone,
And on their shoulders now they tote,
Those curiosities to the boat.


Fastened with a rope at last,
They did hang 'em at the mast;
Cold and stiff, high from the ground,
Silently they dangle round.
It was a sad and awful sight,
To see them hang there side by side.


























But to the Pole, a storm it blew,
The ship with the cruel pirate crew,
Stifly frozen on the ground,
Lay Ursul, with the Turks around.
And the sailors brought the unconscious load,
Over to the whaling boat.


In the hold the men were thrown,
Who submitted without frown.
But when Ursula was found,
They strung her up, high from the ground,
As an ornament to the mast-
Next to the captain they tied her fast.


























Some days after, a sailor lad,
Who high up there smoking sat,
Let a lighted match fall down
Right on top the poor Turks crown,
Who blazes up from head to foot,
While the heat does Ursul good.


When the Turk from head to sole,
Was burned up to ash and coal
Ursul came to life, and then
Saw her brother there, poor man.
She embraces Pickelbone,
Who prefers to stay alone.


























Pickie keeps himself like dead;
Ursul works till she is red,
Trying to bring life and breath,
In her brother snatched from death,
Tries to. stand him up alone,
But down again fell Pickelbone.


Though she bitter moans and cries;
Kisses him and prays and sighs,
Drenches him with salty tears.
Pickie neither sees nor hears,
Cold and stiff like marblestone,
Remains her brother Pickelbone.


























Wondering why he keeps so quiet,
Though his heart does beat all right.
Him upon a bench she lays,
Sponging gently neck and face,
Rubs him bristly all about,
Till he nearly laughs right out.


Poor Ursula, all she cal,
She does for that frozen man,
Chamomile tea, boiling hot,
She pours in him on the spot;
But when she brings another cup,
Pickie nearly gives it up.


























Ursula as soon she sees
Him a little thawing, flees
For a spit, on which she ties
Pickelbone with mournful sighs,
For the heat and blazing light,
Surely ought to thaw him quite.


Soon the heat drives out the cold,
Even spreads into the hold,
Penetrates there, quickly too;
The poor frozen Turks now, who,
Slowly thawing it does seem,
They were waking from a-dream.























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Furious the Turkish band,
Runs upstairs with sword in hand,
Slaughtering and fighting till
All the sailors they did kill.
Right and left, they kill and cut,
Till their swords just drip from blood.


Ursula sits pale and sick,
Near the fire and fires her Pick,
When a Turk without a word,
Comes inside with dripping sword,
Mercy! screams she full of fear,
I only roast a Christian here.
























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Pickelbone too understood,
He'd better give it up for good,
For thawed out now to the core,
He felt him scorch and getting sore-
Ursul! yells he, nearly wild,
Free me, I am better child.


But the Turks are far from mild,
And though Pick gets nearly wild,
They say, would he be spared, then
He must become a Musulman.
Kneeling and with spirits low,
He accepts the turban now.
























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Fatty dangling all alone,
Feels the heat now to the bone,
And though dizzy yet, at last
Sees himself hang from the mast,
When tumbling with terrific speed,
He lands safely on his feet.


Speechless stands poor Fatty there,
Wondering, he looks every where,
What on earth does all this meant
Such a sight was never seen,
All those Turks what do they want?
Truly he can't understand.


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One Turk standing all alone,
He looks just like Pickelbone.
Tall and thin, dried up and pale,
.ure it was Pickie, without fail;
Fatty sees, and at the sight,
Topples over from pure fright.


Pickie laughs, and with a sigh,
Tells to Fatty the reason why
He became a Musulman.
Fatty listens as good he can,
And decides without ado,
To become a Turk now, too.




























Ursula does cry and fret,
Till the promise she does get
From her brother, short and good,
To go home with her for good.
Pickie, meek, without a frown,
Writes the awful promise down.


But when he has written all,
Then his blood did turn to gall,
For he thinks with deep regret,
" About his beloved net,
Wishing, it is sad to say,
Sister Ursul far away.


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Suddenly this thinking brought,
In his head a happy thought.
With a hopeful radiant smile,
He walks up and down the while;
And on seeing Fatty went,
Right away to that good friend.


Tell me Fatty, if you can,
Will you never marry, man?
For my friend a good, true wife,
Would make you happy all your life,
And I know one, kind and good-
Ursula! How would she suit?

























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Fatty thanks his thoughtful friend,
And to Ursula he went,
Deep in love that good fat man,
Is as happy as he can.
Pickie too smiles sweetly there.
At the courtship of the pair.


And so happy a week or three,
Were passed by them upon the sea,
Pick is absolutely free,
Fatty lives in ecstasy,
Even Ursul in her joy,
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So they near the land at last,
Pickie's heart is beating fast,
He takes Fatty by the hand,
Brings him to where Ursul stands,
And says: Darling sister now,
That you marry, I sure may go.


-But Ursula furious she,
Loudly screams: You stay with me,
Pickelbone drops down from fright,
Fatty tumbles by his side,
Dumb they lay there on the ground,
While Ursul madly hops around.


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And from this excitement soon
Ursula falls in a swoon,
With an awful scream, now flop,
The poor girl fell right on top,
Of the unhappy silent pair,
Who already lay down there.


For an hour or more they lay,
Daring not a word to say,
But as Ursul stirs nor sighs,
And just lays with closed eyes,
Pickelbone and Fatty rose,
And just watch her on their toes.
























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Sure enough she must be dead,
Though her face looks awful red,
Fatty's grief is very great,
And he mourns poor Ursuls fate;
Deeply shocked and very sore,
They now lift her from the floor.


But when she hears that really,
They want to throw her in the sea,
Her eyes she opens, angry wide,
And pushes furious, both aside,
Pickelbone unhappy man,
Runs away as fast he can.






















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Our poor Pick is trying here
To escape, but knows not where,
All is sea for miles around,
A hiding place cannot be found,
Round and round he runs to fly,
But he cannot get away.


But when Ursula, all me!
Saw Pick running, she does flee,
After him in circles broad,
Round and round, around the boat,
Furious, she runs around,
Covering miles and miles of ground.























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Even Fatty, frightened man,
Runs around as fast he can,
Never stopping to catch breath,
Though he is tired out to death,
Restless stepping, bom, bom, born,
Rushes Fatty, on and on.


All the Turks now, two by two,
Round and round the ship they flew,
Faster, ever faster yet,
Till their faces are blood red;
Panting with an awful sound,
All the Turks gallop around.
















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Goose and chicken, duck and dove,
Everything got on. the move,
Such a noise was never heard,
Cackling, screaming flies each bird,
Round and round and very fast,
They are fluttering round the mast.


Stockings, shoes and hat and coat,
Everything upon the boat,
Barrel, pillow, chair and knife,
Looks as if it came to life,
Every, everything inside,
Flew around in circles wide.
















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Horse and cat, and dog and cow,
Everything was running now.
Barking, howling, yelping all,
Go there flying, big and small;
Round and round, and round and round,
All are running safe and sound.


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Even way lrom out the hold,
Came the animals, brave and bold,
Old and young, and lean and fat,
Roach and flea, and mouse and cat-
Growling, squeaking, they all run,
Joining in the race for fun.






















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Pickelbone and Ursul there,
Fatty and Turks also.were,
With everything that could be found,
Rushing wildly, all around,
Till the ship itself at that,
Too, goes whirling round like mad.


Right on the Algerian coast,
Sat the Bey, and thinking most,
Of his subjects, all the while
Smoking with a happy smile,
And so quietly there he lies,
That he, drowsy, shuts his eyes.
























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But at last the Bey, ah me!
Sees a strange thing on the sea,
That does whirl without a stop,
Round and round just like a top,
And, though nearing very slow,
What it is he does not know.


When he can't find out, so then
He calls quick his wisest men,
Asks them after they have seen,
What on earth that thing does mean,
And when they can't answer, see!
He'll hang them on the highest tree.

































Trembling hard, and quite upset,
All the wise men run to get,
Each a spy glass, so as to look,
Or else a very learned book,
But what it is to their dismay,
Really they can not say.


But at last they all agree,
That a comet it must be,
-After writing it down now they,
Hurry quickly to the Bey,
And explain him without fear,
All what they have written here.


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And one says: 0, noble, Bey,
Surely we are proud to say,
That strange thing thou didst see,
Was a comet, which to thee,
Promises honor and fame untold.
Each got a thousand dollars gold.


The other day, came safe and sound,
But turning slowly yet around,
The ship into the dock, all right,
And when it stopped turning, quite,
None could, so dizzy were they all,
Stand on their feet, none, big or small.

























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Stomach ache has our poor Pick,
Fatty feels quite faint and sick.
Ursul stands with dizzy head,
Wishing she was safe in bed,
And the Turks too, they found
Themselves tumbling all around,


When the Bey heard of the case.
He flew in an awful rage,
And ordered right away to go,
And hang those stupid sages; so
That each could see, both young and old,
The punishment for a lie so bold.






















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The three Christians, as you see,
Are kept in cruel slavery,
And poor Pickle meekly yields,
When they drag him to the fields,
Planning all the time, ah me!
To regain his liberty.


Scarcely the Bey did hear,
About our clever Fatty there,
Or he greets him real mild,
And tells Fatty nearly wild,
Will he live, well then must he,
Teach his sons the A B C.

























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But the princes love to play,
To our Fatty's great dismay,
They don't want that A B C.
Fatty nearly frantic, he
Just gives in to keep them quiet,
To the princes' great delight.


And so much they romp and shout.
That the Bey comes to find out,
Furious at the sight, says he:
Do you call that A B C?
If to-night, they know not yet-
I will then chop off your head.
























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Fatty now is quite upset,
He don't like to lose his head.
And without a stop now, he
Keeps on teaching A B C.
But though one learns pretty quick,
The other one plays him a trick.


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Look, for poor Fatty's fright,
He finds out that he is tied
Right unto a heavy beam,
While he does not dare to scream
The poor fellow tries to run,
While the boys enjoy the fun.


























After which they both run out,
Fatty after them does shout:
Princes dear, come back to me,
I pray you learn your A B C,
For sure you know, your father said,
That else he would chop off my head.


So at last in his despair,
He jumps through the window, there,
Never thinking it does seem.
He was fastened to a beanm.
Which holds fast now on the sill,
While he holloas with a will.
























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When the princes saw him there,
Hanging helpless in the air.
They took pity on him, and,
Tried to help our poor fat friend,
Pushing and pulling him, till they found,
-Tim standing safely on the ground.


Scarcely stood he on the ground,
Or like dazed, he looks around,
With a piercing scream, then he
Made a break for liberty,
Never thinking it does seem,
To get rid of his awful beam.


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Ursula who saw him run,
Thinks she'll join him just for fun,
And immediately now she,
Ran also from slavery,
On her side a gleaming sword,
She just runs without a word.


All the while, poor Pickelbone,
Worked in the fields all alone,
Planting salad, cabbage, beans,
Onions, and all kinds of greens,
While a Turkish soldier stands,
Watching him the while ho plants.



























One day working in the sun,
He saw Ursul madly run.
Wondering at first, he stood,
And then runs off too, for good,
To the woods poor Pick did flee,
Where he hides into a tree.


Pickelbone sat high and dry.
But his sister whose sharp eye,
Saw his long legs hanging down,
Now made for him with a frown,
Pick she says: Come, flee with me,
Far away to liberty.


























Pickie though feels very brave,
For he knows that he is safe,
What Ursula calls or prays,
Not a single word he says.
Silent he sits on a limb,
Knows she cannot climb to him.


All the while our Fatty flees,
On and onward, till he sees,
To his fright and who will blame,
That his beam was all aflame,
And he gets so frantic that,
He just rushes on like mad.


























Soon the fire spreads all around,
Covers every inch of ground.
Man and beast all try to flee,
To a place of safety
Even the lions big and strong,
They run furiously along.


Pickelbone, to his alarm,
Very soon felt very warm,
Down he must come; that was clear,
For the fire was getting near,
So he jumped, full of grace,
Nearly in his sisters face.






















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Ursul grabs his hand to flee
On and on right to the sea,
Fatty follows with a groan,
All the animals they moan,
Roar and gallop in their fright,
Truly it was an awful sight.


Stifling hot gets now the air,
Everything in dire despair,
Runs and jumps right into sea,
Splashing, fighting awfully,
Trying hard not to go down,
But the poor things all did drown.
















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But how lucky Fatty's beam,
Was not quite burned it does seem,
And it serves now for a boat,
For our friends who on it float.
The poor Bey. they see go down.
And in the angry water drown.


So they float around all three,
In the sweetest harmony,
Till a far off ship they spy,
At which all put up a cry,
Soon it hears them, then it sends,
A boat to rescue our dear friends.























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For the comfort on the beam,
Was not as great as it did seem,
Gladly they gave up their float,
As they stepped into the boat,
To the big ship now they went,
Happily and quite content.


But alas, it must be told,
Ursul caught an awful cold,
She is real quite upset;
Weak and sick she lays in bed,
Pickelbone must, as you see,
Stay with her for company.



























But when she was snoring deep,
Pick, contented she's asleep,
Softly from his chair now rose,
And goes outside on his toes,
Upstairs he runs, very fleet,
And who, think you he did meet?


On the deck alive and well,
Stood before him, Peternell,
His beloved long lost bride,
Who at the unexpected sight,
Runs to greet her darling Pick,
Who just stands there like a stick.


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Come says Nell, give me your hand,
Let us try to get on land,
But he sadly shakes his head,
He remembers that he said,
To his sister, nevermore,
To run off, as once before.


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But when Nellie says at last.
Come my darling, hurry fast,
In my country you will see,
Butterflies, as big as me,
Pickie can't resist it, and
With his Nellie off he went.





















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While Ursula soundly slept,
Pickelbone and Nellie stepped,
Right into a little boat,
Happily along they float,
While the sailor, that good man,
He goes just as fast he can-


Ursul wakes, and looks around,
Where her brother can be found,
Pick! she calls, from out her bed,
But no answer she does get,
Angry she jumps on the floor,
While her heart beats fast and sore.


























On the deck Ursula hears
Of the elopement, angry tears,
Trickle down, while left and right,
She pushes everyone aside,
Furious she climbs, at last,
Right on to the highest mast.


When the boat was touching land,
Pick and Nell jump on the sand,
Singing in a happy manner,
Joyfully: Star Spangled Banner,
Even the doggie does not fail,
With a growl he wags his tail.


























Ursul sees them as they land,
And suddenly now slips her hand,
From the mast, and now she fell
Down with a most piercing yell,
But luckly on her downward trip.
She graps a rope with a firm grip.


Very angry, through and through,
To the rudder now she flew,
Pulls it from the sailors hand,
And herself steers straight for land,
Hidden bar and rock she braves,
And defies the angry waves.

























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Soon the ship with awful shock,
Stranded right upon a rock,
Man and mouse all try to flee,
But drown in the deep blue sea,
Only Ursul, wet and sore,
Swimming, tries to reach the shore.


Fatty too, was floating round,
On his beam, right safe and sound,
And though he got very wet,
He was quite contented yet,
To the shore he is alright,
Floating slowly with the tide.


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Pickelbone sits hand in hand,
With his Nellie on the sand,
When they suddenly do see,
Ursul swimming in the sea,
Speechless from fright and fear,
They run of together here.


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Now, when Fatty cold and wet,
Without wig upon his head,
Came ashore alive and well,
He saw Pick and Peternell,
After them his steps he bends,
Trying hard to catch his friends.























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But alas on looking round, -
They saw Ursul gaining ground,.
All three wait with bated breath,
Trembling, frightened near to death,
Just like statues they look at
Ursula, who runs like mad.


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Ursul came, but when she heard,
That her brother's heart and word,
Is Promised to his Nellie bright.
She jumps out of her skin from spite,
With a shriek they see her fly,
All in pieces through the sky.


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Pickelbone with his own hand,
Digs a grave into the sand,
And scatters with a serious face,
Roses on her resting place,
Fatty mourns, his fate is great,
At poor Ursula's awful fate.


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Free now. I am glad to tell,
Pick goes home, with Peternell,
They were getting pretty near,
When his Nell said: Pickie dear,
Don't be angry, darling pet,
I must tell you something yet.
























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As I soon will be for life,
Your own loving little wife,
I must tell you; is it not?
I'm a widow, and have got,
Eight sweet children bright and fair,
Tell me true Pick, do you care.


When he heard it Pickie, well,
Looked sour at Peternell,
But when he saw how sweet and fair,
Nellie's little darlings were,
He cried: Children big and small,
I'll be a father to you all.


























A happy couple, I must tell,
Were Pickelbone and Peternell,
They live in sweetest harmony,
Pick is absolutely free,
To go out from morn till night,
And catch every thing in sight.


Fatty says: O, holly gee!
I'll teach the children A B C,
Ever dragging as you see,
My long beam for company,
All are happy and full of cheer,
So my story ends right here.




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