The book of joyous children . same Me an Muwer tookLike the Wolf-Childs other name. In The Jungul Book. I bet Mowg s the smartest cat In the world l—IIe s notWhite, but mousy-plush, with that Smoky gloss he s got! Alls got little bells to ring,Eound their neck -, but none[32] Fi:t^D THE FAYOEITE Only Mowg h^iows anytMng—•He s the only one ! I ist spect sometimes he hateWhite cats stupid ways :— He wont hardly sociateWith em, lots o days! Mowg wants in where loe air, —well, He 11 ist take his pawAn ist ring an ring his bell There till me er Ma Er somebody lets him inISTen an shuts the door.— An
The book of joyous children . same Me an Muwer tookLike the Wolf-Childs other name. In The Jungul Book. I bet Mowg s the smartest cat In the world l—IIe s notWhite, but mousy-plush, with that Smoky gloss he s got! Alls got little bells to ring,Eound their neck -, but none[32] Fi:t^D THE FAYOEITE Only Mowg h^iows anytMng—•He s the only one ! I ist spect sometimes he hateWhite cats stupid ways :— He wont hardly sociateWith em, lots o days! Mowg wants in where loe air, —well, He 11 ist take his pawAn ist ring an ring his bell There till me er Ma Er somebody lets him inISTen an shuts the door.— An, when he wants out agin,Nen he 11 ring some more. Ort to hear our Katy tell! She sleeps way up-stairs ;An last night she hear Mowgs bell Eingin round somewheres. . Trees grows by her winder.—So, She lean out an seeMowg up there, way out, you know. In the clingstone-tree;—[33] FIND THE FAVORITE An-sir ! he ist hint an ring,— Till she ketch an platThem limbs ;—nen he crawl an spring In where Katy s at!. [34] THE BOY PATRIOT I WANT to be a Soldier !— A Soldier !— A Soldier !-I want to be a Soldier^ with a sabre in my handOr a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band;I want to hear, high overhead. The Old Flag flap her wingsWhile all the Army, following, in chorus cheers and sings 5I want to hear the tramp and jar Of patriots a million,As gayly dancing off to warAs dancing a cotillion. I want to he a Soldier !— A Soldier!— A Soldier!—I want to he a Soldier, with a sabre in my handOr a little carhine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the hand. [35] THE BOY PATEIOT • I want to see the battle !— The battle !- The battle !-I want to see the battle, and be in it to the end j—I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and catch the prattleOf all the pretty compliments the enemy can send !—And then I know my wits will go,—and where I
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