. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . unearthly hours. We would biteit out into all manner of shapes, such as the heads of animals, birds, and men. While we ate,if not in bed, we neverkept still, but walkedabout in procession, hop-ping from one figure onthe carpet to another,playing a game calledPoison. This Johnny-cake figured largely inour morning Anton rigged a pulleyon the top of the south-west post of the big bed,hitching it on the cur-tain-hook and bringingdown the cords to be se-cured around the back ^^^^^^ of the high head-board. To this apparatus was at
. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . unearthly hours. We would biteit out into all manner of shapes, such as the heads of animals, birds, and men. While we ate,if not in bed, we neverkept still, but walkedabout in procession, hop-ping from one figure onthe carpet to another,playing a game calledPoison. This Johnny-cake figured largely inour morning Anton rigged a pulleyon the top of the south-west post of the big bed,hitching it on the cur-tain-hook and bringingdown the cords to be se-cured around the back ^^^^^^ of the high head-board. To this apparatus was attached a basket, which H. Anton filledwith the precious Johnny-cake and hoisted to the mast-head, hold-ing in his own hands, under his pillow, the governing ropes. The contents of this mysterious pannier were to be lowered atdaylight, and administered to such individuals in the bed as theautocrat should himself determine. With the early dawn came a little rustling from all quarters ofthe big bed and the jolly-boat. A ghostly procession of white forms. A UTON NURSEli Y. 31 wended its way from all quarters. The trundle-bed gave up itslittle citizens. The front side and middle of the ark were allagog, the youthful crew climbing over the jaded anatomy of Debrah,and nestling down around the Johnny-cake owner with eager sweet-bread or fillet of later years was ever so sweet as that lit-tle bit of cold, indigestible compound doled out to us on those darkand early mornings, as we sat, like savages, in our night-gowns,crouched around our Johnny-cake chief.
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