Full of his discovery,
he sought his master, and struck for better food and more comfortable
housing.
"Why, you miserable example of perverted powers!" said his master; "I
never intended you for the chase, but for the road. You are to be a
draught-dog--to pull baby about in a cart. You will perceive that
speed is an objection. Sir, you must be toned down; you will be at
once assigned to a house with modern conveniences, and will dine at a
French restaurant. If that system do not reduce your own, I'm an
'Ebrew Jew!"
The journals next morning had racy and appetizing accounts of a canine
suicide.
CXXV.
A gosling, who had not yet begun to blanch, was accosted by a chicken
just out of the shell:
"Whither away so fast, fair maid?" inquired the chick.
"Wither away yourself," was the contemptuous reply; "you are already
in the sere and yellow leaf; while I seem to have a green old age
before me."
CXXVI.
A famishing traveller who had run down a salamander, made a fire, and
laid him alive upon the hot coals to cook. Wearied with the pursuit
which had preceded his capture, the animal at once composed himself,
and fell into a refreshing sleep. At the end of a half-hour, the man,
stirred him with a stick, remarking:
"I say!--wake up and begin toasting, will you? How long do you mean to
keep dinner waiting, eh?"
"Oh, I beg you will not wait for me," was the yawning reply.
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