Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . sts half-opened door! Twas about that time I roamed the Kumpic Zone,And I fought an angry Swot in a lonely desert spot, And I skinned him single-handed and alone,— Ochone! I have had my greatest triumphs when alone! Yes, I remember once, how I killed a young Ger-unce,And its parents galloped up with blazing breath,— Though their pinions beat like flails, yet I tied their giant tails,Then I waited till they pulled themselves to death.—I gueth You seldom see a more exciting death! But I spent my proudest day on the shores of Doodel
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . sts half-opened door! Twas about that time I roamed the Kumpic Zone,And I fought an angry Swot in a lonely desert spot, And I skinned him single-handed and alone,— Ochone! I have had my greatest triumphs when alone! Yes, I remember once, how I killed a young Ger-unce,And its parents galloped up with blazing breath,— Though their pinions beat like flails, yet I tied their giant tails,Then I waited till they pulled themselves to death.—I gueth You seldom see a more exciting death! But I spent my proudest day on the shores of Doodel Bay,—There I slew a huge Pohunk ere I was dressed, With two Whoopees and a bunch of wild Flop-cats before lunch,—Then I gave the afternoon to needed rest:TAvas best To leave the smaller game-birds to the rest. But twas near that very shore that a million (maybe more!) Wild cannibals my prowess overcame;And upon the Isle of Ghoo I was made into a stew,— Tis the one disgrace attaching to my name,— With shame I admit this single blemish on my
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