. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Little Journeys into Bookland . was young, rash, and brave, in those nights. Onedawn he said, Really, Scalena, this will not can stand this foolishness no longer! I askedwhat he intended, but he waved his tail in athreatening way, and smiled knowingly as he whetted his claws on a new piece of sand-stone. The next night, bidding me not tobe anxious, he left me. I looked after him aslong as I could see the flames in the sky, andthen returned wearily to our cave to pick thelast bone. The next morning, just at dawn, he returnedwith a delicious market-ing—he
. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Little Journeys into Bookland . was young, rash, and brave, in those nights. Onedawn he said, Really, Scalena, this will not can stand this foolishness no longer! I askedwhat he intended, but he waved his tail in athreatening way, and smiled knowingly as he whetted his claws on a new piece of sand-stone. The next night, bidding me not tobe anxious, he left me. I looked after him aslong as I could see the flames in the sky, andthen returned wearily to our cave to pick thelast bone. The next morning, just at dawn, he returnedwith a delicious market-ing—he said it was abutcher, I think, though itmay have been a judge,the flavor is much thesame. Then, when we hadretired into the darkest,dampest, coziest corner ofthe cave, he told me verymodestly the story of hisgreat achievement. Your brave father, children, had been downto where the whole swarm of men lived, andactually had beaten to pieces one of the woodencaves! He made light of his exploit, and onlyrejoiced in it because, as he said, he had no fearnow of fami
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