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Physical Description: 77 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
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Creator: Hamer, S. H
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Price each.
Cbe Jungle Scbool; or, Or. Jibber-Jabber Burcbairs Academy,
By S. H. Hamer. With Four Coloured Plates and other Illustrations by Harry B. Neilson.
Peter Piper's Peep-Sboio, or, flu tbe fun of tbe fair.
ByS. II. Hamer. With Four Coloured Plates and other Illustrations by Harry B. Neilson and Lewis Bau.mer.
master Cbarlie, Painter, Poet, nouelist, and ceacber.
With Numerous Examples of his Work Collected by C. Harrison and S. H. Hamer.
micky magee's menagerie; or, Strange Animals and tbeir Doings,
By S. H. Hamer. With Eight Full-page Coloured Plates and 100 Illustrations in the Text by Harry B. Neilson.
CASSELL & COMPANY, Limited, London; Paris, New York Melbottrnc.
The Baldwin Library
University of Florida

1 Who bit my apple?" {see.p. 70).

Author of "Micky Magee's Menagerie" "Whys and Other Why;" etc.
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all rights reserved .

Lions and Tigers ... ......
The Water-rat ... ......
The Owl ... ... ...
The Hyrax ... ... .........
Apes and Monkeys The Bison... The Donkey
The Elephant ... ...
The Best Antelope
Seals and Sea-Lions ... ... ....
The Polar Bear... ... ... ......
Bears The Camel
The Hippopotamus and the Rhinoceros The Hedgehog ...
The Mole...............
The Giraffe
The Wolves .. ... ... ...
The Kangaroo ... ... ...
The Zebra ... ............
The Little Black Pig.........
The Eagle ... ... ...
The Story of the Eldest Young Puffin ... The Trumpeter Swan ... The Butcher Bird The Cormorants
The Flamingoes...... ... ...
The Ptarmigan and the Woodpecker Parrots ...
The Kingfisher and the Minnow ......
The Pheasant

"The Lioness was wide awake" '"Those Pumas!"' ......
" I often think of the days when We
were Pree'" .......
"There was the Tiger"
"I live among Rocks" ...
The Orang-utangs
"Swung to and fro on the Ropes".
The Chimpanzee...
"The little Calf started and looked round"
" There is the G'ayal and Her Little One"'............ ..
The Bison... ... ........
" I am a very Old Friend ".....
"Some of Them are still wild"
"He lets Me ride upon His Back"..
Mrs. Gnu and Young Master Gnu ..
"He had been able to settle Three or Four Wolves ..:
The Water Buck ......
The Sable Antelope
"Just look at Me" ......
"They teach Them all sorts of Tricks"
The Sea-lion ... ......
" We felt rather Frightened at First The Mouflons............
9 11
16 17 19
23 24
25 27 28
29 3 3i 32
33 35 36 37
"I wonder what He thinks of Us" 39
"He was up the Pole in no Time"... 41
" We used to start Out on a Journey 42
" I am the Camel ......... 43
"He opened His Mouth" .......45
" It was the Rhinoceros next Door 47
"He's very Useful in the House"... 48
" He began to dig ......... 49
"Don't You think I'm big enough?" 51
The Hopping Kangaroo ...... 55
"Two or Three Cousins" ...... 57
"The Zebra wouldn't stop to hear
any more" ... ;..... ... 59
"In His Cage He can't fly High"... 6i They walked about, holding Themselves up" ... ... ... ... 62
"I am a Trumpeter Swan" ...... 63
"He doesn't look so very Fierce"... 64 "The Old Cormorant flew in and
Landed close by the Nest" ... 65 The Others were beginning to
wake up" ...... ... ... 67
" It's much better to have White
Feathers then" ... ... ... 68
" He began to Tap Again ... ... 69
" The Macaws were sitting on Their
Little Perches ... ... ... 71
"I am a very Fine Bird" ...... 74
"Who Bit My Apple?" ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Frontispiece
"He Charged at a Man on a Grey Horse" ... ... ... ... To face p. 22
"I Just Got Up and Ran at the Gentleman on the Horse" ... ... ... 46
"They Passed Something Lying on the Ground" ... ... ... ... t2

Animal Land for Little People.
' the lioness was wide awake.
CJias. Kn scht, phot.
Lions and Timers.
nj^HE lioness was wide awake, but two of the little lion cubs were rather sleepy. The third one, however, who had perched himself on his mother's back, was quite lively : he had not had quite so much for dinner as the others.
"Mother," he began, "what do all these two-legged things come and look at us for ? And why have they got such funny skins ? Do they ever have anything to eat, Motherbones, and things like that ? "
" Don't purr so loudly, my dear," said the lioness, or you'll wake your brother and sister. These two-legged things are peoplethe big ones are called men and women, and the little ones are boys and girls. They don't do us any harm; indeed, some of them are very kind to usthey give us our dinner, and clean straw in our houses, and help to make us comfortable. They do their best, poor things, so you mustn't growl at them."
" Look, Mother," said the lion cub,

"that small thing, with the white skin "When was that, Mother?" said
has thrown something into our house! the baby lion. "Do tell me about
What does she think we shall do it."
with it?" "Ah, I didn't always live in a
" Don't tase any notice of her, my house like this, my dear," replied the
dear," said the lioness, blinking her lioness. I was born far away from
eyes at the little girl (who was "the here, in a place called Africa, and I
" THOSE PUMAS !' (p. lo).
small thing with the white skin"); "it's only something that they call bread she thinks that we shall eat it. But it's really only fit for elephants or bears ; we don't eat stuff like that. I tasted it once, I remember, but that was a long time ago, when I was very, very hungry, and glad to get anything I could."
was quite grown-up before I saw a man at all. We used to live very happily there in my young days though it wasn't such an easy life as that we have now. There was no one to bring you your dinner regularly every day; no, you had to catch your dinner first and then eat it, and sometimes we had to go a long time with

'i often think of the days when we were free'" (p. 10).

nothing but a very small antelope or perhaps a bird or two."
The lion cub's eyes opened wide with astonishment.
" What is Africa like. Mother?" he said. Did anyone else live there ? "
" Dear me, yes," answered the lioness. All sorts of creatures. There were antelopes and snakes, and several of our own relations, and hosts of others besides."
The lion cub thought for a little while. Then he said, Why did you come here, then, Mother ? "
The lioness growled slightly. From the next cage there came a loud roar, waking the two sleeping lion cubs, and startling the other so much that he tumbled off his mother's back.
" Ho, ho, ho said a deep voice. I remember It seemed such a nice fat young calf, didn't it ? It was the big lion next door. The lioness seemed quite vexed; she had not known that the lion was listening. But he had been, and now he seemed to be in a very good humour, and went on purring and talking to himself, but the little lion cubs could easily hear what he was saying, and paid the greatest attention.
" Yes," he went on, and it was a nice fat young calf, too ; I saw it first, and I remember thinking that it would make such a fine dinner for us both. I never dreamed that there were hunters about, and it was a trap to
catch us ; of course, I was quite young in those days. But it was a trap, and we were both caught."
"I needn't have been caught," growled -the lioness from the back of her cage, if I hadn't come to see what you were doing."
"Ah, well," said the lion. "We were both of us deceived. And then they put us into small, strong cages and took us over the great big water and brought us here. I often think of the days when we were free, but we get along very well here, don't we ? It's no use making a fuss about what you can't help, and really these two-legged creatures are very amusing."
" Yes," said the lioness, still with a little growl in her voice, "but one needn't pretend that one wouldn't rather be free. Those pumas, now, are always saying how much better it is always to live in a cage."
The lion shook his mane scornfully. Pumas he said. Who would take any notice of what a puma would say ? They call themselves friends of man!' They're only friendly because, they daren't be anything else."
" Do they come from Africa, too, Mother ? said the lion cub.
" No, they lived in a place called America, my dear," replied the lioness. But come, it's time we went out into the garden at the back of the house. You must have a little fresh air." So

there was the tiger" (/. 12).

saying, she stalked through the little door at the back of the cage and went out, followed by her cubs, into the open space beyond.
"Good afternoon," said a lazy, sleepy voice from the other side of the bars. "It's quite a fine day, isn't it?"
The three little cubs all turned with a start. There was the tiger, stretched out in the sun, looking at them with a sleepy sort of smile.
Of course, it wasn't a garden really, it was just a large open-air cage, but there were rocks and trees dotted about all over it, and it certainly looked very pleasant in the warm afternoon sunshine.
He was a very handsome fellow was the tiger, and he evidently knew it, too. The lioness greeted him pleasantly, and said with a purr as she stretched herself out on the ground, These young people of mine were just asking me all sorts of questions; perhaps you can tell them something interesting that has happened to you ? "
" Ee-yow yawned the tiger.
" Do, please," begged the little lion cubs, poking their noses against the bars. Do you come from Africa, too ? added the first one.
" No," answered the tiger, I come from India. I used to live in the jungle."
" And were you caught in a trap,
too ? said the eager little lion cub.
" Gr-r-r said the tiger, suddenly beginning to growl. "There he goes!" It was an elephant, which was slowly walking along in the distance with a number of children on his back. The tiger looked after him with a very angry look in his eyes, and not until he was quite out of sight did he become quiet again. Then he said to the lioness, Excuse me, but I never see that fellow without thinking how it was one of his relations that helped to capture me. Ah, I shall never forget it. I wasn't full-grown then, and I used to live with my father and mother and my young brother in a cosy little home in the jungle. Most of the men-creatures who lived near us over there were brown, you know, not white like the ones we see over here. My father was getting old, and food had become very scarce. One night my father paid a visit to one of the men-creatures' villages and brought us home a goat, and the next night he brought us a sheep. It seemed very easy to get food that way, but the men-creatures didn't like it, I suppose."
" Oh, sir,"' said the smallest lion cub, "please tell me, did you ever eat a man ? "
The tiger smiled. No," he said,
" I never did, but my father-"
" Don't you think we'd better get

The Water-Rat.
on with the story ?" put in the lioness.
" Well," said the tiger, one day there was a dreadful noiseshouting and banging of drums and all sorts of things, and crowds of the brown men came into the jungle, waking us up out of our afternoon nap. We were very much startled at first, but my father told us not to be afraid, and said he would look after us. Presently we saw one of those wretched elephants coming along-, and, would you believe it, he had actually allowed some of the white men to get into a sort of castle on his back, where they could shoot at us in safety! Of course it was no good. My poor father was killed, and so was my mother; they
captured me and I was brought here over the water, and here I have been ever since."
The tiger stretched himself out at full length and yawned again ; he seemed to be quite tired by his long speech.
" Don't you ever want to be back again in the jungle ? said one of the lion cubs.
" Well," said the tiger, sometimes when it's cold and damp and foggy, I do. But it's fairly comfortable here on the whole. Now I must wash myself." And he began to lick his coat just as a cat does, and the lion cubs, seeing that there was nothing more to be got out of him that afternoon, started a game between themselves.
The Water=rat.
HE'S such a timid little thing, However much you try You can't get very near to him, He is so very shy.
He makes himself a little hole
Close to the riverside, If anyone comes after him
He'll pop in there to hide.
But if the water comes in, too,
He's very sad at that; He doesn't like too much, although
He is a water-rat.
He has such very sharp, brown eyes And funny, pointed nose ;
It doesn't matter if his coat Gets wetted, I suppose.
He's always popping in and out
The water all the day, And so he hasn't time to let
His fur dry, I should say.
It must be nice when it is hot To bathe as much as that,
But when it's cold I shouldn't like To be a water-rat.

The Owl.
WHEN all the world is fast asleep, And stars shine in the sky, And children are all tucked in bed, Then I awake and fly.
I go to sleep for all the day,
You sleep through all the night;
It seems a funny kind of plan, But I suppose it's right.
I cannot bear the light of day, It's much too bright for me ;
But when it seems quite dark to you, Why that's when I can see.
I fly about through woods and fields With softly flapping wings,
And catch for dinner frogs and mice And other little things.
And sometimes if you wake at night
And see the moon peep through Your window, you may hear me call Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo "
The little birds, they know me well,
I think they're very nice; I sometimes catch them if I can,
As well as frogs and mice.
But if they meet me when it's light
They all set on to me ; And then I have to fly away,
Because I cannot see.
I do not sing like other birds,
I have too much to do ; I only have my one queer cry
" Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo "
Some people do not like to hear
My hooting in the night; I do not think they'd mind it if
They heard it when it's light.
I do not think I am so wise
As I appear to be, But some folks think I know a lot,
They're quite afraid of me.
They need not really be afraid I could not do them harm,
I only want some cosy place To keep me safe and warm.
I'm not at all like other birds,
I am a curious fowl; Good-night to you Tu-whit, tu-whoo!
My name is Mr. Owl.

The Hyrax.
IDON'T suppose you've ever heard of me: I'm called the hyrax. Sometimes I'm called the cony, only that's a mistake, because a cony is really only another name for a rabbit, and I'm not a rabbit at all. I live among rocks, far away in a country called Syria. lam a very nice little person really, and I eat grass and flowers and things like that. I have four toes on my front feet, and only three on my hind feet. That seems odd, doesn't it ?
Do you know what some people
say' about me ? They actually say that I am a relation of the great big elephant. Well, if I am, I don't look very much like it, do I ? My feet are very useful feet, because the soles have little ridges in them, so that I can walk straight up a tree, and I'm quite sure that you can't do that, although you have got five toes on each foot and five fingers on each hand. But what use do you make of your five toes? If you don't use them, I don't see what's the good of having them at all.
' i live among hocks.

the orang-utangs.
Apes and Monkeys.
WHO was that pulled my tail ?" said the cross old monkey sitting in the corner of the cage. I won't have my tail pulled, do you hear? If any one pulls my tail
again, I'll--"
" Well, what will you do, Cross-patch ?" said a small brown monkey. Do tell us ; we should like to know." And he threw a nut-shell at the cross old monkey, hitting him
on the nose and making him crosser than ever.
"I'll complain to the keeper," said the old monkey. "I'll steal all your dinners. I'llI'llI'll do something dreadful to you."
"Oh, go along," said the little brown monkey. Let's have a game at Touch Tails. You're he'!" And he gave a hard tug at the cross old monkey's tail, then darted away

Apes and Monkeys.
"swung to and fro on the ropes.
up to the top of the cage, with the old one after him and a number of other small monkeys after him, giving a pull at his tail every now and then, till he didn't know which one to attack first, and finally g'ave it up as a bad job, and retired to his corner again, jabbering away to himself as to what he would do, while all the others danced about with delight and swung to and fro on the ropes, chuckling with enjoyment.
" What a noise those monkeys do make, to be sure!" said the chimpanzee to the orang-utangs. "I really
think something should be done to stop them."
" Here come some of these little men-things said one of the orang-utangs. What queer things they are! Are they really relations of ours, do you suppose ? "
" I don't know," replied the chimpanzee, "but I must say they are very poor relations, if they are. Whatever do they put on all those ridiculous things for ? "
" Yes," said the eldest orang-utang. And what very short arms they have! I don't believe they'd

be any good at swinging about on trees, do you ? "
" I'm sure they wouldn't," answered the chimpanzee. "And then their feet! Do you know they can't use their feet at all for holding on to anything" as we can ? Isn't it silly ? They're so ashamed of them that they cover them up in things they call boots; it must be very uncomfortable."
" Have you noticed what they do with nuts ?" said the smallest orang-utang. "There was a boy here once who wanted to eat a nut, and he was going to crack it in the ordinary way when his mother said to him, Don't do that, my dear ; you'll spoil your teeth Just fancy "
"Ah, but have you ever seen one of the very small men-things ? said the chimpanzee. The things they call long-clothes babies They are the most absurd creatures you ever saw in your life. They are covered with white things (which must get dreadfully in the way), and they can't do a single thing for themselves. They can't walk, and they can't talk, and they don't eat fruits-they just lie still, and sometimes they feebly kick about and wave their funny little arms, and the strange part of it is that their mothers and fathers seem quite proud of them. I'm very glad we're not like that."
" So am I," said the orang-utangs. "But why do these men-things
wear such a lot of things over their skins ?" said the eldest.
" Oh, they don't know any better," said the chimpanzee. You know they are not nearly so strong as we are."
" Ah, but they're very artful, some of them," said the eldest orang-utang. I should think if they were caught young, you might be able to teach them to do quite a lot of tricks."
" I dare say," replied the chimpanzee. "Only I expect it would take a lot of trouble and time."
" I'm glad I'm not a man-thing," said the youngest orang-utang. It must be horrid to have to wear clothes."
" There are those monkeys again," said the chimpanzee. I wonder what they are doing now. They are always up to some game or other. I declare they are nearly as foolish as men."
The monkeys seemed to be all running after each other, fighting and squabbling and grabbing at lettuce and pieces of banana, and making grimaces at each other, and scolding away until the chimpanzee could scarcely hear the sound of its own voice.
" Oh, no," said the small orang-utang, who was a kind-hearted little fellow, "they are very foolish, but I shouldn't say they were as bad as that!"
" Well, no, perhaps not," said the chimpanzee.

the chimpanzee.

'the little calf started and looked round.
The Bison.
^TAHE little calf started and looked round in a fright. What's that noise, Mother ? he said.
" Why, that's only the bison, my dear," said his mother; I expect he'll come over and speak to us presently. Yes, here he comes "
"Will he hurt us, Mother?" said the little calf anxiously. "And who is he ? "
" Hurt us ? Nonsense replied his mother. You really must not be so nervous, my child ; remember we are not common cattle, you and
I and your father; we are really wild cattle, and we are very rare indeed, I believe. Here is the bison ; now we will ask him to tell us about himself, andwhy, I declare, there is the Gayal and her little one. We shall be quite a party."
The little calf was very glad indeed to see the little Gayal, and they soon became quite friendly, while their mothers were talking to the bison. The bison was rather a cross old chap, but he seemed quite amiable just now.

The Bison.
The Chillingham cow (for that was what she was called) began. "My little one was quite alarmed when he heard you butting your head against the wall," she said. But I suppose that's nothing to what you could do if you tried ? "
The bison smiled. Oh, dear, no he answered. Why, I was only just keeping in practice. Now when I was free"and here he heaved a deep sigh"we used to have some grand fights."
The little Gayal and the Chilling-ham calf drew nearer.
"It was in North America that I lived," said the bison, who had now
fairly started. We lived on a great big prairie."
"Mother, what's a prairie?" whispered the little calf. ".Is it good to eat ? "
" Hush, my dear ; don't interrupt," said the mother. "It is a plaina sort of very large field without any fences or hedges and not such good grass."
" There were very many of us there; we all lived together and roamed about just as we pleased, and then one day the white men came."
" Ah," murmured the Gayal, shaking her head in sympathy. White men:yes "
'there is the gayal and her little one (p. 2o).

" Of course, I was quite a youngster at that time," went on the bison. I wasn't by any means fully grown, so that I wasn't able to do much in the way of fighting; but I saw the elder ones do it, and very well they did it, too, only, of course, they couldn't stand against the hunters. They had guns and things, you know. But my uncle made a splendid fight, now. He was a very strong chap, was my uncle, and he charged at a man on a grey horse, andwell, I don't think the grey horse liked it very much." -
"And was he caught ?" said the young. Gayal, who had been listening with great interest.
"Well," said the bison, "he wasn't exactly caught. You see, our skins are supposed to be very valuable; that's why the white men hunted us, and my uncle had a very fine skin, and this white man had a nasty long knife, and so-"
" Yes, yes, I understand," said the Chillingham cow hastily; but what happened to yourself ? "
" Oh, I was taken with several others," replied the bison, "because I was quite young, you know; I don't think I should be taken quite so easily now, though."
" Those must have been exciting times," said the Gayal slowly. She was a very quiet, gentle person, was the Gayal.
" Weren't you ever free ? said the bison.
" Oh, no," said the Gayal. I used to have to work where I -lived. Of course, some of my family used to be free at one time. My mother, I know, was quite wild, but she was captured before I was born; so I grew up among men."
" Where was that ? said the Chillingham cow.
" That was in India," replied the Gayal. It is very hot over there, and I used to draw wagons all day lono- and work in the fields. I like being over here very much better. I don't have any work to do."
" When I am big," said the Chillingham calf, I shall run away from here, and go and live on a prairie. I think that must be very nice."
"And I'll come with you," said the little Gayal. I should like to see the world, too."
The bison grunted. H'm," he said, I think perhaps you'd better stay where you are." And off he walked to his own stall.
The Chillingham cow said, Well, good-bye, ma'am. I think I'd better be going. I don't know that the bison is a very good person to talk to."
" No," said the Gayal after a long pause; he puts ideas into the children's heads. Good-bye."

the bison.

The Donkey.
"i am a very old friend."
NO, there's nothing strange about me ; I am a very old friend. I'm sure that all of you know the donkey, and love him, too. I expect that most of you have met me at the sea-side some time or other and had a ride on my back. People often call me silly and stupid, and other names like that, but I'm not quite so foolish as some of them think I am, or as some of them are themselves, and I often have to put up with a good deal of bad treatment from some of you men-creatures. But I do put up with it, and that is why you sometimes say "as patient as a donkey."
I have known some bad masters in my time, but I am glad to say that now I have a very kind one. We have to go to market every morning, and quite early he harnesses me to his little barrow (as he calls it), and away we go as happy as we can be. My master doesn't hit me, because he knows that I will go much better if I am treated kindly. When we get to market, my master does his business, but he never forgets to give me a
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carrot, or perhaps a thistle, to eat while I'm waiting. I am so fond of thistles have you ever tried them ? They are very good indeed.
You will come across relations of mine in many parts of the world. Some of them are still wild, and live away from men and gallop about wherever they please and do just what they like. I used to think I should like to be wild too, but then that was when I had a bad master ; now, I wouldn't miss my trot down to market in the morning and my. carrot or thistle (especially my thistle) for anything.
When I lived at the sea-side I used to enjoy myself, too : I used to go down on to the sands in the morning and have my saddle put on : it was not an ordinary kind of saddle, but it was made for quite small children, and was

The Donkey.
really a kind of little basket-chair, and the children used to be strapped into it so that they couldn't fall out. I was such a steady donkey that I used to have the very little ones to ride on me : how they did like it, to be sure. Of course I used to go very gently at first until they got used to me, but some-
and companions. We arranged who was to win each time, but the children never knew anything about it.
There was one little girl, I remember, who was very fond of me : she used to bring me sugar which she would give me out of her hands. She was a nice little girl.
"some of them are still wild (p. 24).
times I used to begin to trot, and then I could hear the children shouting and laughing and calling out, "Gee up, Neddy !" And we used to have races, too : they were great fun; the children who rode on our backs got quite excited, but, of course, it was really all settled by me and my friends
But that was a long time ago. I am getting quite an old donkey now. Presently I expect I shall be too old to go to market with my master, and then he is going to keep me in a field all clay long, where I shall have nothing to do but eat thistles Isn't he a kind master ?

The Elephant.
ILOVE the gentle elephant,. He is so very kind, He lets me ride upon his back, He never seems to mind.
He moves along, when once he starts,
With solemn step and slow; I think, though, that he'd run quite fast
If he wanted to, you know.
His skin is very, very tough
And crinkled, every bit; It is so loose, it looks as if
It really didn't fit.
His trunk, though, is the queerest thing-
About him that I find : He seems to have a tail in front As well as one behind.
I'd like to have a trunk myself As well as hands and feet.
How everyone would stare at me When I went down the street!
I don't know what I'd do with it
When I got into bed : I'd have to cur! it up, I think,
Right underneath my head.
Although the elephant's so big,
His eyes are very small, And yet I think that he can see
Us clearly, one and all.
I like to see him have his bath,
He does enjoy it so ; Now that is when a trunk would-be
So very nice, you know.
I'd like to have an elephant
All for my very own : I'd like to have a baby one
Before he'd fully.grown.
I'd keep him in my nursery, (Whatever would Nurse say?)
I'd give him buns for dinner, and I'd play with him all day.
But when he got too big, you know
I couldn't keep him then, He'd take up too much room1. think
I'd let him go again.
Of all the animals I know Lions, tigers, and the rest
The elephant's my favourite, I think I like him best.

he lets me ride upon his back" (p. 26).

"mrs. gnu and
The Best
RE you going to the meeting, Mother ?" said the little Gnu.
" Of course I am," said Mrs. Gnu. But what that old Moose is thinking about to come, I don't know."
The antelopes were going to hold a meeting to decide, if they could, who was the best among them all. They were all making their way from various parts, and very pretty some of them looked.
Mrs. Gnu and young Master Gnu took up a good position, and the meeting began.
First of all, the Eland (he was the biggest of the antelopes) got up and said that before they began to settle the question, he would like to know why the Moose was there. He wasn't an antelope at all, and as the meeting
: '_ .'.HI
master gnu.''
was confined to antelopes, he must ask him kindly to retire.
Then the Moose got very angry. Of course, he ought not to have been there at all, but he didn't mind. He said that he thought they were going to decide who was best, and didn't know they were going to keep it entirely to antelopes ; of course, he would go directly, because he didn't want to have anything to do with such persons ; but he would like to know before he went if any one of them would care to come outside and fight him ; he was quite willing to meet them if they were; he had done a good bit of fighting in his time; he had been able to settle three or four wolves all at once, and he thought he could manage any antelope.

The Best Antelope.
"he had been able JO settle three or four wolves" (p. 28).
No one seemed inclined to accept once, and it was some time before
his invitation, so the Moose retired the Eland could restore order so as
from the meeting, and every one to make himself heard. When they
"seemed very glad when he was gone, were a little quieter he explained
Then they all began to talk at how they had all met there that

morning; to decide a very important thing : who was the best of the antelopes. Those who thought they ought to be heard could make a short speech, and after that they would vote. Of course," he said at the end, I don't suppose that anyone will want to speak, because it is quite clear that the best antelope is the biggest antelope, and as I am the biggest, therefore I am the best."
the water buck.
But there was a tremendous uproar at this, and the Sable antelope jumped up directly. He didn't agree with the Eland, he said ; he didn't think it mattered at all how big a person was (here all the Gazelles said Hear, hear," very loudly) ; he thought that the best meant the one who was prettily marked, had good horns, and could run very fast; and he didn't think that anybody could doubt that he was best.
Then a little antelope with four horns got up. He had two very small horns in front of the ordinary ones. He was of the opinion that the antelope who had most horns was clearly the best, and he would be glad to know whether anyone in the meeting had more than four horns; if so, he would vote for him.
The Water Buck, who came next, didn't think that horns mattered very much, though, of course, it, was better to have them ; but that one was best who was graceful and gentle, and didn't put himself forward in any way.
"You're all wrong," said the Koodoo antelope; none of you knows anything about it. Now it all depends upon the name: nobody has such a splendid name as I have ; think of itKoodoo why, it's perfectly clear that I am the best antelope."
"That's rubbish," said one of the Gazelles ; "nobody cares about names. Now, it's my opinion that an antelope should be small and graceful, with nice horns (not too long, but just long enough), and large eyes, and slender legs, and what more do you want ? "
" I'll tell you what you want," said another of the Gazelles : "just look at me. Do you see my colour ? Well it's very artful; when I'm on the sand, at home/you know, you could scarcely see I was there because I'm so like

the sable antelope

it in colour. That makes one so safe, you know; I think colour should count for something."
"And speed," said the Springbok; "speed means a great deal."
" And jumping, too," said the Rocky Mountain goat.
Then everyone began to speak at once again and nobody could hear a word of what anyone else said for several minutes.
At last they were all quiet and the Eland got up again. We must come to a vote," he said. "I think that we have had quite enough speeches. Will everyone kindly now vote for the antelope he considers to be the best ? "
The method of voting was rather funny. Each 'antelope went to a little corner by himself and found a flat, smooth place in the sand, and then he
wrote on it with his foot the name of the one he thought best.
The Eland and the Sable antelope then went round to count the votes. This took a very long time, as there were a good many antelopes present.
As they went on the Sable antelope and the Eland seemed to grow very much amused at something, and by the time they had finished they were both laughing until the tears rolled down their cheeks.
The others all crowded round to hear the result.
" Ladies and gentlemen," said the. Eland as soon as he could speak for laughing. I am sorry to say that the question is still unsettled. Everyone has voted for himself, so nobody has got more than one vote. So, ladies and gentlemen, each one of you is the best antelope."
' just look at me!'" (p. 301.

' they teach them all sorts of tricks
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5eals and 5ea= Lions.
FAR away up in the North among the ice and snow, where the summer is nothing but one long day and the winter is only one long night, there lived a family of sealsa father seal, a mother seal, and a little baby seal.
They were very happy together, and the little baby .seal used to enjoy himself very much ; he used to swim about in the water and have all sorts of games with other little seals who lived close by, and sometimes he used to go on land and lie On the rocks by his mother, and she would tell him stories of what happened to her when she was
a little seal. And the story he liked best of all was what he called the Man Story." He used to say to his mother, Tell me the Man Story again, Mother," and his mother would say, "Why, I've told you that so many times, dear ; wouldn't you like a new one ? But the little seal would say, "No, I want the Man Story, Mother; I like that best."
Then the mother seal would begin : Long, long ago when I was quite a little baby seal--'
" As little as me, Mother ? the little seal would ask.
" Yes, smaller than you are now,

my dear," the mother would say. I used to live here with my father and mother, and one day, as we were all swimming about in the sea, we saw a great big thing like a rock, only it seemed to have wings, come sailing along on the top of the water. I learnt afterwards that it was called a ship. Well, presently it came nearer and nearer and then it stopped, and then a little ship (which is called a boat) was let down into the water and it came swimming along towards us all and we heard the most beautiful music coming from it. Now you know we all like music very much, so we swam nearer to the boat to listen, and when we got quite close we saw that there were some funny-looking creatures sitting in the boat."
" Oh, those were men, weren't they, Mother ? the little seal would say.
"Yes, dear," said the mother seal; "theyseemed to be quite friendly, and they made the beautiful music for us, and we thought how kind it was of them to come. But that night we noticed that some of our friends were missing, and we didn't know what had become of them. At last, one night, my father didn't come home. He had been out to listen to the music, and we waited and waited, and he didn't come back, so my mother set out to look for him. After a long time (as it seemed to me) she came back, and she was in a great state of mind. She told me
that my father would never come home any morehe had been taken away by those men ; it was they who had taken all our friends. Some of them had been killedit seemed that the men wanted their skins to make extra skins for themselves and others had been taken alive and shut up in the ship. They had captured my fatherI am glad to say he wasn't killedand there were numbers of seals on the ship, and sea-lions too, our great big cousins, and they were all going to be taken away to the far, far south."
" And what were the men going to do with them, Mother ? the little seal would say, though he knew the answer quite well.
"They would take them away to a far country, and there they would put them into a sort of cage and keep them there. I believe they treat them very well ; they teach them all sorts of trickseven the sea-lionsand they give them water to swim in and fish to eat, but we never see them again."
" Is that all of the Man Story, Mother ?" the little seal would say.
"Yes, dear," the mother would answer. The men haven't come again, and if they did, we should know better now, and shouldn't go near them to be caught."
" No," said the little seal, I shall never be caught by men."

the sea-lion.

"we felt rather frightened at first" (p. 37).
MAHERE was very great excite-merit among the wild sheep. The lambs were running about, jumping off and on the big rock in the middle of their garden and racing round and round and rubbing their heads against the bare.
" Mother," said one, running up to an elderly sheep, with long horns, what do you think ? A little girl came and stood opposite our
cage just now, Mother, and she said-"
" Yes, Mother," put in another, she did, really ; wasn't it too bad ? "
"And we aren't, are we?" said a third.
The elder sheep gently butted at them with her horns. You foolish little things," she said ; I don't know what she did say yet Don't speak all at once! One at a time, and

then perhaps I can answer your What are tame sheep like, questions." Mother?" said one of the lambs.
" Well, Mother," said the first, "she "Ugh! Great, fat, stupid, white was standing outside looking at us, things," said the mother; no horns, and we felt rather frightened at first, no beards ; they just lie on the grass but she had some bread and gave us all day, never run up rocks and jump some, so of course we came quite near; about as we do, ugh and then she said, Aren't they dear But they don't live in a cage, do little goats, Nurse?' And when she they, Mother?" said the biggest said that, we all ran away as fast as we lamb.
could go. We didn't like to be called "What a silly question to ask!" goats, and we aren't goats, are we, said the elder sheep. I'm sure it's Mother ? very nice in this cage What more
"No, my dear," said the elder do you want ?" sheep ; the little girl didn't know The lambs said no more, but trotted what she was talking about. She off and began to play hide-and-seek thought, I suppose, that because we round the rock in the middle. The have horns we must be goats. It's smallest of them, when it was left all very surprising that some of these alone, looked out beyond the bars and people don't know more things. Goats, said, I think it must be rather nice indeed I should think not And to lie on the grass sometimes the mother sheep seemed quite cross. Why, they'll be saying- that the mouflons are antelopes next! "
"Who are the mouflons, Mother ? said the biggest of the lambs.
" They live close by here, my dears," said the mother ; they're the wild sheep of Corsica and Greece. We come from Bar-
bary, you know." the mouflons.

The Polar Bear.
aAHE polar bear, when he's at home, Lives among ice and snow ; You'll often find him, so I'm told, A-sitting on a floe.
I don't know what a floe may be, It must be something queer,
They haven't got them at the shops Or anywhere round here.
And so the polar bear is sad,
At least, he seems to be, Because he hasn't any floes
Where he can sit, you see.
He often, too, must find it hot, We sometimes make a fuss.
But then it must be hot for him When it is not for us.
He always wears that big, white coat,
Winter and summer, too ; He hasn't any thinner things
To wear, like me and you.
But when he wants to have a bath He goes and swims about,
And doesn't have to dry himself As soon as he comes out.
He's very fond of fish, I think
He thinks it's very nice, But always, I suppose, he'd like
To finish with an ice.
It must be very strange for him
To live with us, you see; It must be very different
From where he used to be.
For we don't have an iceberg here Where he can go and play ;
It doesn't snow here all the time, I'm very glad to say.
I wonder what he thinks of us ;
He must think we are queer; When there's no snow and ice about,
He can't like to be here.
He doesn't, like the other bears, Climb up a pole for buns ;
He just lies still or walks about, He scarcely ever runs.
I'd like to be an elephant.
And make the people stare, But, on the whole, I do not think
I'd be a polar bear.

"i wonder what he thinks of us" (p. 38).

Ar\HE sloth bears were very sleepy -i- .there was no doubt about it. They lay at the bottom of their cage and wouldn't speak a word to the brown bear next door, although he was most anxious to have a little conversation with them, because they were new arrivals, and he didn't know anything about them.
"How do you feel now?" he asked very kindly. But they only gave a sort of grunt.
" Where do you come from ?" he went on; Grunt again.
" Don't you think it's very hot ? "
No answer.
"Would you like something to eat ? "
One of their ears waggled a little.
"What would you like? Meat? or buns ?"
The large sloth bear opened one eye and said, Ants!" then went to sleep again.
The brown bear was disgusted. He walked away and sat down in the corner of the bear-pit and thought it all over.
"Whatever could they mean ?" he said to himself. Fancy wanting to eat ants! It's perfectly ridiculous! Now if it had been honey I could have understood it. And then being sleepy in weather like this, too !
It's such a silly time to go to sleep; of course, all sensible people go to sleep in the winter-time, when it's very cold and there's no food to be got ; but this warm weather is just what is wanted. There's something funny about those two, I'm sure. They look quite untidy, too ; I don't suppose they ever comb their fur out. They're nearly as bad as the llamas or the moulting hyaenas. I don't think I'm very glad they've come next door. Hallo What's that ? Something had fallen down on the ground from above, and on sniffing it he discovered that it was a piece of bun. He swallowed it, and looked up to see where it had come from.
Some people were looking over the railings which ran round the top of the bear-pit, and one of them, a little boy, was making signs, and holding out another piece of bun.
" Oh, yes," said the brown bear to himself, leaning lazily against the side of the pit and looking up at the small boy. I know what you want me to do; you want me to climb up that pole and fetch the bun. But I don't think I shall; it's too hot, and then perhaps it isn't a very good kind of bun."
The little boy waved the bun

about, and threw down a small piece. The brown bear slowly rose and picked it up, and the little boy jumped about and called out, He's going to climb now He's going to climb up now I "
"Shall I?" thought the brown bear, and he put one paw on the pole, while the little boy could scarcely hold himself in for joy; it would be a long way up"he stood quite still no, I don't think I will," and he went and sat down again by the wall, and the little boy very nearly began to cry, he was so disappointed.
" Couldn't you bring it down to me ? said the brown bear. But the little boy didn't understand; he thought the bear was only-growling, and I don't think that he would have considered it a good plan if he had understood.
Just then the keeper appeared with some pieces of meat, and held one out on the end of a stick.
The brown bear looked up.
" Ah," he said, now that's a different thing altogether! "
He was up the pole in no time, right up to the top, and leaning back as far as he could to get the meat. The little boy was delighted.
When the meat was all finished, and the keeper had gone away, the brown bear got down, and sat by the wall, licking his lips.
"Yes," he said to himself, "that was something worth going up for."
' he was up the pole in no time,

The Camel.
OF course you know who I am ? near, please, then I shan't feel so
I am the cameland a very fine much inclined to-
camel, too, I expect you'll say, and Hot, do you call it ? Why, dear
you'll be quite right. You see that I me, I wonder what you'd say if you
have two humps on my back ? Well, went to the land where I came from,
we haven't all got two, some poor Now there it was warm sometimes
' we used to start out on a journey.'
camels have only one; it's the very extra-fine ones who have two humps.
Why do I wear this muzzle on my nose ? Well, I think it looks rather nice, don't you ? What's that you say ? Bite ? Oh dear me, no! I wouldn't think of such a thing! I'm
as quiet and gentle as a-; but I
don't think you'd better come quite so
certainly. We used to start out On a journey across the desert, where you know there is nothing but sand, hot, burning sand, sand for Jays and days and days; sometimes you see a tree, but not often, and all the time the sun shines overhead and tries to make everything as hot as he possibly can. Ah, I think perhaps

"i am the camel" (/. 42).

you'd say it was hot there But here, why it's nothing You always have shady places here where you can lie down and rest, and there seems to be plenty of water about. Do you know what they call me besides the camel ? They call me the Ship of the Desertand I think it's a very good name, too. Some people say that when they ride on me they feel seasick just as they do when they are on board ship. I can carry a great deal on my back; I'm sure I'm useful. And I have one very good thing about me. When I'm going' for one of those long journeys over the hot, dry sands, I can go for a long time without having any water at all. How would you like that ? To be for days without a drink of water or anything else ? I expect you would get very thirsty, wouldn't you ? Ah, you'd never do to be a camel, I can see.
I can go very fast, too, when I like. You see I have such fine, long legs.
The dromedary ? He's a sort of cousin of mine. He's a smaller, lighter chap than I am altogether ; he can't
carry nearly as much. Indeed he's generally used for people to ride on him, he doesn't do much carrying of luggage. Now you should just see me when I'm fairly loaded. First of all I have to kneel down so that they can get the things on to my back; if I didn't do that, they'd have to get a pair of steps or a ladder, I suppose. Well, they pile up the things on the top of me and fasten them on, and then, when everything is ready, we start, and I look like a great, big tent with legs walking along.
I have a will of my own, of course. Some people say it's a nasty temper, but that's when they want me to do something that I don't want to, and when I don't want to do anything I don't do it.
Egypt is the name of the place that I come from: if ever you go there, you'll see some of my friends and relations, I exDect.
Now they are going to take my muzzle off to give me some dinner, so I think perhaps you had better get a little further off. Good-morning!
The Hippopotamus and the Rhinoceros.
UGH!" grunted the big hippo- "Well!" said a deep, gruff voice
potamus. I think I shall have a from the other side of the railings,
bath. Oh, dear me, I feel so sleepy Well If I had a mouth as large
And he opened his mouth and gave and as ugly as that, I would keep it
a tremendous yawn. shut, at any rate."

The Hippopotamus and the Rhinoceros.
It was the rhinoceros next door. The hippopotamus and he didn't get on very well together ; indeed, they were always quarrelling, so that it was just as well that there were bars between them.
The hippopotamus turned round angrily. Ugly ? he said. Who are you calling ugly ? I am sure I'm just as pretty as you are, with that great horn sticking out of your nose. I don't think it looks at all nice."
" H'm said the rhinoceros. I don't care if it doesn't. It's been very useful to me all the same."
"Well," returned the hippopotamus, and so has my mouth, so there! If it had been any smaller, I shouldn't
have been able to get it round, for it it were black ; but there was one white was rather a large boat." man who had a curious stick in his
" Whatever are you talking hand which he every now and then about?" demanded the rhinoceros, would point at some bird or animal, Look here Let's stop quarrelling and then he made fire come out of the for a bit, and you shall tell me your stick, and the bird or animal generally story and I'll tell you mine. Fire got hurt.
away "I lay in the water watching them
" Ah, that's just what the men did," when, all at once, the white man said the hippopotamus. We were pointed his stick at my brother, and all swimming in the river, when they before you could say 'crocodile' my came down in their boat. It was brother was floating away down the what they call a canoe (so the flamin- stream with a bullet in his head. The goes told me), and most of the men in men in the boat paddled away after
1 hp. opened his mouth (/. 44).

him, but that was more than I could stand, so I went after them. I saw the white man point his stick at me, but I dived in time and came up just beside them; then it was that my mouth came in so handy. I just opened it quite wide and then I closed it again, and, well, somehow the boat was upset and the men were all kicking about in the water, splashing and shouting and making no end of a fuss. But I let them go that time, I only wanted to give them a lesson. Now it's your turn. How did your horn come in useful ? "
" Oh, my adventure was on land, of course," said the rhinoceros, who had been much interested in the hippo's story. I was snoozing one afternoon at home when I heard a curious noise, and I saw some of those black men you talk about, followed by a white one on a horse. Well, before I had time to do or say anything, the white man pointed his gun at me (that's what they call the stick that the fire comes out of) and the next moment I felt a bullet
knock against my side. Of course it didn't hurt methat's the advantage of having a skin like mine ; but it made me very angry. So I just got up and ran at the gentleman on the horse ; he was very much surprised, and so was the horse, especially when I gave him a prod with this horn of mine. He turned right round and galloped away as fast as he could go, with the black men after him. Of course I didn't take the trouble to run after them. But you see, my horn does come in useful sometimes."
" Ugh grunted the hippopotamus. I suppose it does. But it isn't pretty, all the same."
" Well, anyway it's better than youi mouth," replied the rhinoceros, getting angry again.
" But I can swim said the hippopotamus.
" But you haven't got such a tough skin as I have," replied the rhinoceros. And they went on quarrelling until the keeper came with their dinner.
The Hedgehog.
THE hedgehog is a funny chap : He is quite short and small, And when he's startled he will roll Into a prickly ball.
And then he's like a pincushion: You cannot touch him then.
He waits until you've gone away, Then he unrolls again.

"it was the rhinoceros next door" (p. 45).

'he's very useful in the house."
He's very useful in the house.
We had one, so I know, He ate up the black-beetles
Wherever he would go.
I often used to play with him
Whenever he'd come out; I used to love to see him come
And poke and run about.
But if our Toby barked at him,
Or Puss came walking by, He'd make himself into a ball Beforeyou'dwinkyoureye.
He wasn't very nice to stroke
Or curl up in your lap, But I was very fond of him,
The funny little chap.
The Mole.
THE mole was very busy, working away as if everything depended on his finishing what he was. doing directly. He was really very hungry and was looking about for his dinner. Excuse me a moment," he said, but I thought I smelt a worm ; I must have him." And he scraped away the earth, digging a hole in a wonderfully short time and disappearing into the ground. Presently he popped up his head again. I got him," he said; he wasn't at all a bad worm. Now what is it you want to know ? Am I really blind? Oh dear, no! I've got eyes,
though perhaps they are rather small still they're good enough for me. You see I do most of my work, underneath the ground and at night time, so that I don't want to see very much. Yes, I like worms best to eat, but when I can't get worms, why then small birds or frogs or mice or things like that do just as well.
"I'm sorry I can't take you and snow you my house, for I've taken a great deal of pains over it. Of course, you've seen it from the outsideyou call it a mole-hill, I thinkbut inside it's very beautiful; it has all sorts of passages and tunnels and galleries.

"i just got up and. ran at the gentleman on the horse" (see p. 40).

The Mole.
and is really very well built, though perhaps I should not say. so.
"I'm sorry to say that farmers don't seem to like me at all. They say that I spoil their gardens and fields by my digging, but I don't see what else I'm to do; indeed, I don't think I could do anything else but dig. Spade ? Oh no, I don't want any spade as long as I've got my front paws.
" I'm a very good fighter, too. I have very sharp teeth and can bite very hard when I like. Hush!" The mole stopped short, then he began to dig away as fast as he could. I must go," he said, between the digs. I hear
an owl. I can't bear owls By this time-he was nearly buried under the earth, and just as he disappeared there came a tu-whit, tu-whoo," and a great barn-owl came flying by, evidently on the look-out for supper. It was a narrow escape.
'he began to dig."
The Giraffe.
IAM a giraffe and my name is Daisy. I come from a hot country a long way off, called Africa ; I am quite grown-up now and shall not get any bigger. Don't you think I am big enough as I am ? I do. There is no other animal which is as tall as I am ; I am taller than the elephant or the camel, but of course I am not as strong as the elephant is.
You need not be at all afraid of me, because I will not hurt you. No, thank you, I do not want to eat you up
at all ; I should not like to eat little boys and girls ; indeed, I don't think I could if I tried, and I am sure I do not want to try. I eat leaves and grass and hay and things like that: I can reach the leaves of the trees because I have such a long neck.
One day a lady came to see me here and she had some verv nice-looking green things on the top of her head, and I thought that I would like to eat them as they looked so nice ; so I just bent my head over the top of

the bars of my cage and took a bite at them. But they were not at all nice really, and the lady made such a fuss She thought I was going to eat her up, I believe. I heard afterwards that the things I had eaten were the flowers on her hat, and they were not real flowers at all. I don't think people ought to have such things in their hats if they don't want us to eat them. Of course, I thought that the lady had brought them on purpose for me, so I didn't see why I shouldn't eat them. But I don't think that lady will come quite close to my cage again.
I lived here alone for quite a long time, because they could not get a playmate for me. You see, there are not nearly so many of my family now as there used to be, and then we don't like travelling over the sea at all. But now I have a playmate and he is a very nice little chap ; of course he is not as fine and big as I am, but he will grow up in time and I shall be very glad to have some company.
I can really run quite fast when I have room, but here there isn't room enough; and I don't very much mind, because I'm quite content to walk about gently, thank you. And then I have to take great care of my health, you know, because I'm rather delicate and not like the ostrich, who seems to be able to eat almost anvthino-. Why, he tells me that he is very fond
of rusty nails, and as for pennies and half-pennies he considers them most delicious. It's a very funny sort of taste, I think. No, it's no good for you to offer me nuts, thank you, because I couldn't crack them.
My horns, were you asking about ? We all have horns, both gentlemen and lady giraffes, but they are always quite small, like mine. They're not much use to us, you know, for when we want to fight anyone we use our feetwe can give very strong kicks with our fore-feet if we like. But, on the whole, we don't like fighting ; we find that it's much safer to run away you see we can run so fast that there are not many creatures who can catch us.
Do you see that they have put iron bars round the trees in my garden ? What do you think that is for? Well, if they didn't; we should strip all the bark off the trees, and I suppose the trees wouldn't like it. I am, as I have said, very particular about my -food and I don't like thorns or thistles, so when I come across a plant with prickly thorns on it, I carefully pick off the leaves with my tongue and leave the thorns behind. I don't believe you could do that with your tongue, but mine is a very useful tongue and I shouldn't like to change it with anybody. I sometimes find it rather awkward to get anything on the ground which is just between my


front feet; I have to put my legs very wide apart and then bend down my neck like this. I suppose it does look rather funny, so I don't mind if you do laugh at me. But then, you know, you look just as funny to me, with your very small legs and no neck at all to speak of, and no horns and no tail ; I sometimes wonder how you can get on at all.
I come, of a very old family, you know ; I believe that you men have known about me for a very long time.
If you will excuse me now, I think I will go in, as I am rather afraid of catching cold ; it wouldn't do for me to get a sore throat or a stiff neck, would it ? Goodbye! I'm so pleased to have met you.
The Wolves.
IT was very cold. The ground was frozen quite hard, all the streams were covered with ice, and the whole land was white with snow.
The wolves were very hungry. They had had nothing to eat for days and days, and they were very cross.
" When shall we have some dinner, Father ? whined the little wolves. Bring us something to eat soon, Father. We are so very hungry." And Grey-fur, the poor father wolf, didn't know what to say. But that evening, as they were all lying close together trying to keep warm and not to vfeel hungry, there came a young wolf with a message that the whole pack of wolves were going to have a hunt the next day, and would Grey-fur come with them. Of course, Grey-fur said he would, and some
of the little wolves begged very hard to be allowed to come too, but their father said they were too small; they must wait until they were grown up ; but he promised to bring back with him a part of whatever was caught.
The next day, in the afternoon, he started out, and went towards the forest where he was to meet the other wolves, and as he was going, he joined another friend, and then another and then another, and soon, when they came to the place where they were all to meet, they saw that a very large number of wolves were gathered together.
They were all growling and talking to each other, and evidently very hungry and eager to be off, only no one seemed to know where they were going to exactly. Presently there

"They passed something lying on the ground" (see /. 47).

The Wolves.--
was a call for silence, and a large wolf stepped forward, whom Grey-fur knew to be the Jeader of the pack. He did not.make a long speech. Brothers," he said, are you hungry ?"
What a howl there was, to be sure!
"Very well," said the large wolf; "then follow me!" And he turned and began to trot slowly through the wood. The other wolves threw up their heads and yelped for joy and bounded after him, pressing round him and eagerly asking questions. But the old leader would tell them nothing; he said, "Wait and see, brothers Wait and see "
Grey-fur wondered very much to himself where they were going. After a time he saw that the wood was getting clearerthere were not so many trees; presently there were no trees at all, they were out in the open fields, which stretched away in front of them all covered with snow, far, far awayas far as they could see. Grey-fur wondered more than ever. He knew that wolves very seldom left the forest; they didn't care, as a rule, for open fields. Yet here was the leader going straight onhe seemed to know where he was going, any way.
Just at first some of the wolves seemed to be rather uneasy, but the qld leader didn't stop a moment
he kept up a steady trot across the snow, and the .others followed him in a long, straggling line.
Grey-fur had never been so far away from the forest before. What could they be going to catch ? It was beginning to get dark by now, although it was not very late, but it was in the middle of winter, and the sun had gone to bed early.
Presently the old leader stopped for a moment, sniffed at the ground, then threw up his head and howled and started on again. Grey-fur sniffed the ground, too, and saw a little hole in the snow as he passed, then another and anotherand then quite a long line of them, and he knew what they were; they were footsteps of men! They were on a road, and the old leader was taking them to a village. He was evidently going to see if he could not get something there. Grey-fur saw it all at oncethey were going to attack the village; perhaps they might find a stray sheep or goat, but it was very bold. He had never done this before, but he thought to himself that there were a good many others with him, and he certainly was very hungry, and there were his little ones at home, too, so he ran on with the rest.
In a little while he saw some lights twinkling in the distance; then they passed something lying on the ground, and found it was an old coat which

had belonged to one of the villagers. They must be very close now.
After they had gone on a little further, the old leader stopped, and all the other wolves gathered round him. "Now," he said, "each one must find his dinner for himself! Down there," and he pointed to the twinkling lights, there are sheep and goats and pigs and fowls, but, remember, there are also men and dogs Let each one go his own way and find what he can!" Then he darted off like a shot and was lost in the darkness.
Grey-fur hesitated for a moment, then he, too, set off. He ran until he came close to a cottage, where he saw a light burning in the window, and at the back of this he heard a
clucking noise, and he knew that there were cocks and hens. Quietly he crept round, and just over a low wall he saw quite a lot of fowls on their perches. Here is my dinner," said Grey-fur to himself, and in less than no time he had jumped over the wall and was right in amongst the fowls.
Just then, from the front of the house, there came the sound of loud barking of dogs and the shouting of men, and almost directly the whole village was awake, and everyone was looking after his property.
But Grey-fur was off by this time, running home as fast as he could go, and that evening the little wolves had a good dinner. They were very fond of a good fat hen for dinner.
The Kangaroo.
WHAT is this funny-looking thing ? Whatever does it do ? Why, everybody knows this is The. hopping kangaroo.
His front feet are quite short, you know,
His hind legs very long ; And if he were to fight with you You'd find him very strong.
Then he has an enormous tail, It must get in the way,
I wouldn't like to drag a thing Like that about all day.
He looks so funny when hops,
You'd think he must upset; I'd rather like a kangaroo To keep him for a pet.
But if I had one, I would have
A lady kangaroo, Because they are the funniest.
What do you think they do ?


They have a funny little bag And pop their babies in it,
And there they are quite safe and snug In less than half a minute.
You see the mother kangaroo
Go hopping round about, And from the funny ..little pouch
The little one looks out.
And there it stops quite quietly It must be snug and warm,
It knows its mother will not let It come to any harm.
Then when there is no danger near The little one jumps out,
GOOD-MORNING!" said the giraffe, looking through the bars into the next compartment. '"Might I ask who you are ? You're quite a new arrival, I think, aren't you ?"
The animal next door nodded his head, "Yes," he said. "I've only been here two or three days, and I'm so lonely."
"Oh, you'll soon get used to it," said the giraffe, kindly. "I" suppose you've generally had company ? By-the-bye, you didn't tell me your name."
" I'm the zebra," said the next door
And while its mother takes a rest It hops and plays about.
I'd like to be a kangaroo
A little one, I mean ; For such delightful travelling
I'm sure I've never seen.
It's better than an omnibus,
And nicer than a tram, And I am sure it's easier
Than a mail-cart or a p'ram.
And so, although he looks so queer,
I like the kangaroo ; It must be very nice to hop
Like him, I think, don't you ?
animal, who seemed to be very glad to talk to someone. Of course when I was at home I always went about with a lot of others, and very fine times we used to have, too. But that's all over now, so we'd better not talk about it."
" Oh, yes," said the giraffe, it will do you good to tell me all about it. Whereabouts did you live ? Were there many of you ? Are you the only one of your kind? I mean, are there other sorts of zebras ? "
. Yes," said the zebra, "there are two or three cousins of mine who are

The Zebra.
rather different from me in the matter of stripes. I'm afraid there are not so many of us as there- used to be. You see we are hunted a good deal for the sake of our coats, I suppose. They are rather pretty, aren't they ? "
" H'm! said the giraffe, looking very critically through the bars. I don't know that I altogether care for those stripes myself, I like something rather more irregular ; one doesn't get so tired of the pattern. But there's no accounting for tastes.'
" No, indeed," said the zebra, rather warmly, and how anyone can think that a neck like that is beautiful I don't know."
" Oh, come," said the giraffe, don't you- be impudent, young-man. You're only a sort of donkey after all, you know. But there, we mustn't begin to quarrel or people will think we're as bad as the monkeys : they're always squabbling and fighting among themselves. You didn't tell me where you came from, after all."
" Oh, didn't I ? said the zebra. You asked so many questions at once, you know. I lived in a place called Abyssinia, a long way off from here ; I believe it's in Africa."
" Dear me That's funny said the giraffe. I'm from Africa, too."
" Are you, really ? said the zebra, feeling quite friendly again, though he had been quite hurt at the remark of the giraffe about his stripeszebras are very proud of their stripes, you know, and you have to be very careful not to laugh at them ; they don't like it. "Then perhaps you know the lions ? "
" Ye-es," answered the giraffe, doubtfully. I used to see them sometimes, but I wasn't very friendly with them."
" Nor was I," said the zebra. I never liked them very much; they weren't always very kind to our family;
"two or three cousins {p. 56).

we used to have to keep out of their way, especially when they were hungry they had such tremendous appetites.'1
"Ah, yes," said the giraffe, with a sigh, I know. It's rather a painful subject. They've got some here, you know."
" Have they ? said the zebra, nervously. Where ? I'm afraid I must be going."
" Oh, you needn't be afraid," said the giraffe ; they're kept in a house by themselves with the tigers. We never see them ; we can only hear them sometimes, calling for their dinner."
" Oh, that's all right," said the zebra.
The Little
MY name is Porker : I'm a pig, As anyone can see.
Myself and seven others make A splendid family.
I am quite black excepting for
A white spot on my nose; You've never seen so fine a pig
As I am, I suppose.
My tail is curly, look at it!
Now don't you think it's fine ? Not one of all the others has
So good a tail as mine.
" They seem to manage things pretty well here, I must say. My stable is very comfortable indoors, and there seems to be plenty to eat."
" Oh, yes ; it isn't bad," said the giraffe, "only you'll find the weather rather cold sometimes, I'm afraid."
" Well, I shall see you again, I hope," said the zebra. I'm very glad to have met you. But you won't talk about my stripes any more, will you ? or we sha'n't get on together."
" Oh, well," said the giraffe, I dare say some people might like them. There's no accounting for--"
But the zebra wouldn't stop to hear any more, and went indoors quite offended,
Black Pig.
My mother is the old black sow,
She's very kind to us, She never scolds us when we squeak,
However much we fuss.
She's very handsome, too, I think,
She is so large and fat ; I hope that when I'm quite grown up
I'll be as big as that.
I'm going to try my very best
A great big pig to be, |So I must eat whene'er I can.
Good-bye It's time for tea !

the zebra wouldn't stop to hear any more" (p. 58).

The Eagle.
THE eagle, I suppose you've heard, Is sometimes called a royal bird; I think he looks it, too. He seems so very proud and grim, And when you~ stand and look at him
He seems to frown at you.
His beak is very sharp and strong, His wings are really very long,
He can fly high, I know. And if you saw him when he's free Perhaps you then could really see How very high he'd go.
He'd soar away up in the sky, Above the houses he would fly,
Above the tree-tops high, Until he grew quite black and small, And you would scarcely know at all
That he was in the sky.
And when he's sailing right up there He spies a rabbit or a hare
Far, far away below; Then down he flies and catches it, And takes it home, and gives a bit
To his little ones, you know.
It seems most wonderful to'me That he so very far can see,
Further than you or I ; And then how lovely it must be To float, as he does, easily
Up in the deep blue sky.
But in his cage he can't fly high ; He knows that, so he doesn't try,
He just sits still all day. But now and then he flaps his wings What is the use of these big things
Down here ? he seems to say.
" These men, they come and look
and stare; They know I'm caged, or they'd not dare -
To hurt my feelings so! Of course, he doesn't talk that way ; That's only what he seems to say By looking fierce, you know.
Of course they give him things to eat; He dines on pieces of raw meat;
He doesn't think that's bad. But when he thinks where he might be If he were only loose and free
I think he must feel sad.

in his cage he can't fly high'' (p. 60).

The 5tory of the Eldest Young- Puffin.
THE four young puffins sac in a row, resting themselves after their long journey. "Where have you been to, brother ?" said one to the eldest of the four, who was a handsome little fellow with his bright red bill and his twinkling black eyes.
" Oh, I have been such a long way off," said he. I flew and I flew and I flew until our home was far out of sight and I could see nothing but sea
o <_>
deep and dark and blueall round me. Every now and then I would take a rest on the water, but only for
" thjsv walked about holding the.mselves up."
a short time ; I soon got up again and went on flying. The air grew colder and the sky grew grey, and presently I saw far away in the distance a big rock. I made my way to it, and as I got nearer I saw what seemed to me to be a number of men walking about.
" I flew more carefully now, because, you know, you never can tell what kind of men you may come across, so I thought to myself that I would not be rash. But when I got nearer still, I found to my astonishment that they were not men at allthey were birds They were much too small for men, but they walked about holding themselves up just as men do. They had webbed feet just like ours, so of course, I knew that they could swim, but their wings Oh, dear me And the young puffin began to laugh as he thought of them, so that he could scarcely go on with his story.
The other three grew impatient. Don't laugh so much," they said. What was there funny about their wings ? Tell us."
The eldest young puffin recovered himself and managed to stop laughing. You'll hardly believe it," said he, "but these creatures had wings and couldn't fly."
" What!" said one of the others.
" Oh, nonsense said the second

The Story of the Eldest Young Puffin.
" Not at all put in the third, who was a very wise little puffin. There are some birds that can't fly. There is the ostrich, for instance; these birds you've been telling us of must have been penguins, I think ; could they dive and swim and catch fish ?"
" Oh, yes, very well," said the first young puffin. And their wings
helped them very much. But they were silly birds. It must be dreadful not to be able to fly. I'm very glad I can fly.
" So am I So am I said two of the other puffins.
The wise little puffin thought for a minute. Yes he said. So am I, too "
The Trumpeter Swan.
IAM a Trumpeter Swan From the land of ice and snow. I sound my cheerful note
Wherever I happen to go. With a toot toot toot and a ta-ra-ra," I'm a capital bird, you know.
I am a Trumpeter Swan,
No common Swan am I. I don't always live among ice and snow,
But southwards I sometimes fly ; And far away as we wing our way
You may hear our cheerful cry.
'i am a trumpeter swan.

The Butcher Bird.
HE doesn't look so very fierce, As you'd think from his name, But if I were a beetle, I'd Be frightened, all the same.
He has a thorn with lots of spikes, And when he's caught his prey
(A beetle, p'raps, or nice large fly), He'll put it right away.
He keeps it on the spiky thorn, Fastened right on the top ;
And there it is for all to see, Just like a butcher's shop.
'he doesn't look so very fierce.
The Coi
THEY were feeling very sad, were the three young cormorants. Their mother had flown away in search of food for them, but it seemed such a very long time since she had started that they were getting quite uneasy about her.
There were a great many other cormorants on the same rock (which was a very large one), as well as some other birds, but the home of the three young cormorants was apart from all the others, and they were very shy and frightened, too, and did
not like to attract the attention of their neighbours.
The nest was made out of seaweed and did not look very comfortable, but the young cormorants seemed to like it, and particularly as it was placed high up on a flat piece of rock, so that by just standing up in the nest and stretching- out their necks, they could see what was going on in the water down below.
The eldest young cormorant was doing this now.
" Well," said the others impatiently,

The Cormorants.
"can't you see anything? Let me come and look "
" Nothing but silly gulls," said he, "swimming- about in the sea and catching lots of fish. Oh, I am so hungry! I do wish Mother would come home." And he opened his big mouth as if his mother were already there with his dinnen
" Now let me look," said the second young cormorant, pushing the eldest away and standing up in the nest and stretching out his neck as far as ever he could. Oh, oh, look he said, directly, whatever is that thing down there ?" The other young cormorants were very much excited, and the second one went on : It seems to have four legs and it moves about in the water so quickly and part of its body keeps changing about. I wonder what it can be. The gulls don't seem to like it, anyhow."
" Now it's my turn," said the youngest. Let me come."
He pushed his way past the other two and stood up where he could see. Presently he gave a loud squawk, and began to flap his little wings violently.
" What's the matter ? What's the matter ? said the others.
" I can see something coming to us," said the youngest cormorant, beginning to talk very fast; "it has its neck stretched
straight out in front of it, flying very fast; she's coming nearer and nearer, and, yes, she" has got a fish in her mouth. It's Mother! he shouted, as the old cormorant flew in and landed close by the nest.
The three little cormorants all ate their dinner at once, for they were very hungry. Presently, however, the second one looked up and said, Mother, what is that funny thing with legs, down on the water ? The mother cormorant looked over and said, "Legs? What is the child talking- about ? Where is it ? The young cormorant got up and pointed out the thing to its mother. Oh," said the old bird, smiling, "why, it's a boat, my child. Those aren't legs, they're oars, and the creatures inside are men!"
" Oh said the second young cormorant.
M 'ft
old cormorant flew in and landed close by the nest."

The Fla
IT was rather early in the morning, and the flamingoes were not yet awake. They each stood on one leg with their necks curled round in a very funny way, and their heads tucked safely underneath their wings. Presently, from one of the cages close by, the trumpeter bird began to sound his note, and the youngest flamingo slowly uncurled his neck and began to look round. He was a new arrival in the cage and felt rather shy.
Very slowly he began to untuck his leg and put it down..to the ground: by this time the others were beginning to wake up, so after a while the youngest flamingo said timidly to one who seemed to be friendly, Oh, please, can you tell me where we have to have our bath here ? There doesn't seem to be a river."
"There's the pond, just in front of you," said the other; "what more do you want ? "
"What!" said the newest arrival, "that tiny little place! Well, I never Why, I've been used to a great big river to bathe in every, morning. I've come from India, I have, and they never used to treat me like this over there. I do call it a shame! I shall speak to the keeper." And the poor flamingo almost began to cry.
The other flamingo smiled gently and stretched out his leg very, very slowly. I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said. You'll soon get used to the place. It's just the same with all of us when we first come here. I came from America, and when they first put me in here, I was so angry I didn't know what to do with myself. They had clipped my wings so that I couldn't fly, and I was so miserable. I missed all my friends and my beautiful river and the lovely trees and flowers that used to grow on its banks; but after a time I got better and found that this isn't such a bad place after allthere really are some rather good frogs about, though you wouldn't think it. Then the birds here are rather nice, though some of the gulls make a dreadful noise sometimes. But come along with me to the pond and I'll introduce you to the others."
The youngest flamingo cheered up a bit at this, and followed his new friend to the pond, and was soon busily engaged in talking over things with all the other flamingoes, and also in finding out where the fat young frogs lived.
By the end of the day he felt quite at home, and as he-tucked himself up for the night he sighed and said to himself, Well, well, it might have been much'worse "


The Ptarmigan and the Woodpecker.
" it s much better to have white feathers then."
^AP, tap, tap Oh, do stop that noise said the Ptarmigan, crossly. It's enough to make one go- quite crazy. I really don't see what's the use of you at all, with your tap, tap, tapping "
The Woodpecker stopped for a moment. Oh he said. Then he went on again with his work.
" Now, it isn't as if you were beautiful like me," said the Ptarmigan, or
could fly as, well as I can, or had more than one suit of feathers as I have. Of course you know that I have two suits of feathers ?" he added.
The Woodpecker stopped for a moment again. Ah he said. Then he began to tap once more.
" Oh, yes," said the Ptarmigan. I have, though ; one for summer and one for winter. It's most useful; because you see when the snow is about, it's much better to have white feathers then, so that you can't be seen easily. In the summer, of course, my feathers are about the same colour as the heather: sothatyou see I'm always safe. Now youI should thinkyou are easily caughtyou make such a noise."
The Woodpecker looked down for a minute. "Hum!" he said. Then he began to tap again.
"Well," said the Ptarmigan, impatiently, ruffling all his feathers out and holding himself quite straight up, "well, what good do you really suppose you are? Come, now, I'm quite ready to listen to anything you may have to say."

The Ptarmigan and the Woodpecker.
The Woodpecker turned his head round and slowly looked the Ptarmigan up and clown. Eh ? he inquired. Then he set to work again.
The Ptarmigan was quite disgusted and walked off, grumbling to himself, but the Woodpecker paid no attention to him.
" He's a foolish fellow," he said to himself; if he hadn't been so conceited, I could have told him one or two things that would have rather astonished him. Just fancy his not knowing why I tap Why, I should have thought that everyone knew it was to get the insects out of the bark of the trees; and very nice, they are, too, some of them. And as for being caught, why, he's often caught himself, I know, for all his two suits, and being perfectly safe and all the rest of it." The Woodpecker paused again to give a gentle tap, tap, and to eat up a beetle that had thought itself quite secure in the bark of the tree. This seemed to put him in a rather better temper ; he had really been getting quite cross with the Ptarmigan before. Then he went on, And then with all his boasting about his two suits, I don't believe he's got such a useful tail as I have. I don't
believe his would help to keep bin1, up on trees as mine helps me. And I'm quite sure his claws wouldn't be much good for holding- on to the bark. Then I really don't suppose his bill is half as good as mine for trunks of trees ; you need rather a strong kind of bill for work like mine. Dear, clear Well, it only shows that it's a good job we're not all made alike I must get on with my work. Tap, tap, tap!" And the cheerful little Woodpecker smiled to himself and started work once more.
1 he began to tap again '' (/. 63).

OUTSIDE the parrot-house there was a terrible noise; a screaming, squawking, shouting, and crying, just as if the whole place were on fire, or every parrot were being killed.
The macaws were sitting-, on their "little perches out in the open air. They were very proud of themselves, for they greatly enjoyed being outside on a sunny, warm day : it was much better than being in a cage inside the house. They were all very fine birds ; some had blue heads and yellow bodies and green tails; others had red heads and yellow tails; there were one or two who were quite white, but they each one thought that he was a very fine fellow, and they all shouted and screamed and squawked at the top of their voices.
And what was it all about ? The greatest noise seemed to be going on round one perch where a big macaw with a blue and green head was talking very loud and very fast to a group of other birds close by, and he seemed to be very angry about something. In one claw he held a large apple, and if you had been near enough you would have seen that someone had evidently taken a big bite out of it. This was what was making all the bother. Mr. Green-and-Blue-Head kept shouting out, "Who bit my apple ? Who bit my apple ? I won't
have it! I won't stand it! It's too bad! It was all right this morning! I believe it was you that did it! (this was said to a white cockatoo). Oh, you bad wicked bird! What will become of you ? Oh, you bad thing! Go along, do Who bit my apple ?"
But the white cockatoo began to scream at once. "Oh, I didn't!" he said. How dare you say such a thing ? Bite your apple, indeed I wouldn't do it. Don't call me names, because I won't have it. I'll peck you, you bad bird Who are you telling to get along ? Bite your apple, indeed Squaw-aw-aw-aw-awk-k-k "
Then a little green love-bird began to try to make peace. It doesn't matter very much, does it, Mr. Macaw ?" she said. It's not a very big bite, though of course it must be very vexing. But I'm sure Mr. Cockatoo didn't do it if he says he didn't. But please don't let us have any pecking. You'll find out some time who did it, I dare say."
" Oh, that's all very well for you," returned the macaw, "but it isn't your apple. Who bit my apple ? Who bit my apple ? You'd better tell me at once, whoever it was, and then perhaps I sha'n't be quite so angry "
" Oh, do be quiet about your apple," put in another macaw, with a bright red head. Who cares about

your apple ? Why don't you enjoy yourself out in the sun ? ] declare it quite makes me think of my young days, sitting out here.''
" Apple ? Apple ? Who said apple ?" shouted another bird from the end of the row. Give me a bit! Give poor Polly a. bit! Poor old Polly Pretty Poll Give me a bit, don't be greedy! Who's got the apple ? "
Then four or five others all began at once: "No, no, I want a bit! I asked first! I want some too Over here! No, here you are! This way with the apple! Hurry up! Be quick Where's that apple ? "
Just then a lady and a little girl and a little boy came along past where the parrots were sitting. Instantly all the birds began to chatter and scream louder than ever.
" Look, look at them they called out. Did you ever see anything so absurd! Where are their feathers ? What ridiculous beaks! I don't believe they could crack nuts if they tried ever so hard. They haven't got any wings. Oh, how funny Ha, ha, ha Go away, do, you ugly creatures! "
The little girl and boy and the lady didn't understand what they were saying, of course. But the lady said, Come along quickly, children, and let us get past these noisy birds; they quite give me a headache with their screaming! "
" Well, did you ever!" said the parrots. "Calling us noisy birds! I'm sure we're not noisy They haven't got green heads and red tails : I don't see what they think so much of themselves for! Well, I'm glad they've gone If they'd come near me I'd have given them a bite! Silly things! Squawk-k-k "
The macaw with the apple was still very sad. No one took any notice of him, and no one would tell him who had bitten his precious apple. All at once, it slipped out of his claw and fell on to the ground. He tried to reach it, but the chain which tied him to his perch was not long enough, and he couldn't get it. All the other parrots began to scream with laughter at him; they danced up and down and flapped their wings and shouted, and made more noise than ever. Then some sparrows flew down and began to peck at the apple, and this made the macaw angrier than ever.
"H'm!" said one little sparrow, looking up at the macaw with a twinkle in his eye, quite a good apple I wonder that you threw it away! Who's been biting it ? "
The macaw screamed and scolded, but it was no good. If he hadn't talked so much he might have eaten his apple in peace. Now he had lost it altogether.
And he never found out who bit his apple.

The Kingfisher
-A KINGFISHER sat on a branch il of a tree
By the side of a rippling stream, And he sat so still that he seemed to be
Fast asleep in a pleasant dream.
Down below in the stream a minnow played
So happy and gay and free ; He darted in and out of the shade Of the hanging willow-tree.
He whisked his tail as he swam to and fro,
And he laughed at the little bird ;
"Ho, ho." said he, I can see you, you know." But the kingfisher never stirred.
nd the Minnow
"Wake up," laughed the minnow, "it's getting quite late, I'm afraid that you must be ill; You'd better be quick, for your dinner won't wait." But the kingfisher sat quite still.
The minnow laughed as he swam in and out,
" Come along, sir, now don't be shy. There's nothing for you to be sulky about."
The kingfisher opened his eye.
Flash Almost too quick for the eye to see,
The kingfisher darted from shore. The stream rippled by the branch of the tree,
But the minnow was there no more
The Pheasant.
TAM a very fine bird, am I not? You mustn't think I am a common pheasant, because that would be a great mistake. I am a very much finer bird than the common pheasants, though they are relations of mine. I am called the silver pheasant and I come all the way from China. Do you see how very beautiful my feathers are ?
There is another relation of mine who also comes from China, who is called the golden pheasant. He thinks he is more beautiful even than I am, but of course he is not really, and he dare not say so when I am anywhere about, because I should fight him if he did. Besides, I don't think it is nice to keep on saying that you are beautiful; you ought to leave

mentioning to you has a ruff round his neck, but I think it's much nicer not to have a ruff. I haven't got one.
Of course all pheasants are very fine birdseven the very common onesbut I think, and I have given a good deal of time and attention to the matter, I really think, on the whole, that the finest of the family is the silver pheasant.
I think I told you before that I was a silver pheasant/didn't I ?
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that to other people. Have you noticed my tail-feathers ? Aren't they splendid ?
I like living over here very much. Of course I make all the common pheasants that I come across do just as I tell them; if they object at all I fight them, and they very soon give in.
We are a very large family. Some of us live in Japan and others in India. That golden pheasant that I was

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