StNicholas . eth in thehead of the snake, which quickly unfolded its coilsand ignominiously slunk away. Instantly the mon-goose was on its retreating foe, and burying itsteeth in the cobras head, at once ended the contest. The mongoose now set to work to devour itsvictim, and in a few minutes had eaten the headand two or three inches of the body, including thevenom so dreaded by all. We should have men-tioned before that, previous to this encounter, thecobra had struck a fowl, which died within half anhour after receiving the bite, showing, beyond doubt,the snakes power of inflicting a deadly
StNicholas . eth in thehead of the snake, which quickly unfolded its coilsand ignominiously slunk away. Instantly the mon-goose was on its retreating foe, and burying itsteeth in the cobras head, at once ended the contest. The mongoose now set to work to devour itsvictim, and in a few minutes had eaten the headand two or three inches of the body, including thevenom so dreaded by all. We should have men-tioned before that, previous to this encounter, thecobra had struck a fowl, which died within half anhour after receiving the bite, showing, beyond doubt,the snakes power of inflicting a deadly wound. After the mongoose had satisfied its appetite,we proceeded to examine with a pocket lens thewounds he had received from the cobra; and oncleansing one of these places, the lens disclosed thebroken fang of the cobra deeply imbedded in thehead of the mongoose. . We ha\e had themongoose confined ever since (now four days time),and it is as healthy and lively as ever. l88i.] TlIK RL-XAWAV PRIXCKSS. 167. 168 THE RUNAWAY PRINCESS. [December, Lost! lost! you hear him say— Stolen or strayed away ! Strayed away from Buttercup town,The fair little Princess Thistledown ! All the court had gone to dine,Knights and lords and ladies the open gate-way straying,Came a troop of minstrels playing: One was a fiddler, shriveled and black;One had a banjo over his back;One was a piper, and one did naughtBut dance to the tune, as a dancer ought. First, the fiddler drew his a chord, so sweet and and ladies held their breathIn a silence deep as death. Ting-a-ting, the banjo the lords and ladies sprang;
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