Annual (May 1900) . Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation %^:ii%f-~^ TT^v hftp^y^^ »? H.^^t^> The great king of Babylon was angry. Here he was in the apartment of a wretcheddependent, a mere filthy worm. A scribe who made clay bricks and marked strangecharacters thereon with a sharpened reed was due. And the scribe—the underling—wasnot at his post. The king was impatient. Go seek him, he said to his servants, andthey went forth. The king had many things to think of—of wars, of his army, of aff
Annual (May 1900) . Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation %^:ii%f-~^ TT^v hftp^y^^ »? H.^^t^> The great king of Babylon was angry. Here he was in the apartment of a wretcheddependent, a mere filthy worm. A scribe who made clay bricks and marked strangecharacters thereon with a sharpened reed was due. And the scribe—the underling—wasnot at his post. The king was impatient. Go seek him, he said to his servants, andthey went forth. The king had many things to think of—of wars, of his army, of affairs of state. Butthis strange sickness that had newly come upon him made him irritable and ! he felt it now ; a dizziness, a sinking as into some great void. A severing as ofbody and soul, and then a great blackness. The king reeled and fell. A great level surfaceof wet clay, ready for the hand of the scribe, received him. The jewel about his neckbroke its fastening and fell, hiding itself in the damp earth beside him. When light broke upon the king the scribe stood before him. The king felt thedangling chain about his neck and missed the jewel
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