Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . e looked a statue of anger and astonishment,done in Aberdeen granite. We soon had a crowd; the Chicken held on. Aknife! cried Bob; and a cobbler gave him his knife;you know the kind of knife, worn away obliquely toa point, and always keen. I put its edge to the tenseleather; it ran before it; and then!—one sudden jerkof that enormous head, a sort of dirty mist about hismouth, no noise, and the bright and fierce little fel-low is dropped, limp, and dead. A solemn pause;this was
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . e looked a statue of anger and astonishment,done in Aberdeen granite. We soon had a crowd; the Chicken held on. Aknife! cried Bob; and a cobbler gave him his knife;you know the kind of knife, worn away obliquely toa point, and always keen. I put its edge to the tenseleather; it ran before it; and then!—one sudden jerkof that enormous head, a sort of dirty mist about hismouth, no noise, and the bright and fierce little fel-low is dropped, limp, and dead. A solemn pause;this was more than any of us had bargained for. Iturned the little fellow over, and saw he was quitedead; the mastiff had taken him by the small of theback, like a rat, and broken it. He looked down at his victim appeased, ashamedand amazed; snuffed him all over, stared at him, and Rab and His Friends 103 taking a sudden thought, turned lound and trottedoff. Boh took the dead dog up, and said, John, wellbury him after tea. Yes, said I, and was off after the mastiff. Hemade up the Cowgate at a rai)i(l swing; he had for-. gotten some engagement. He turned up the Can-dlemaker Row, and stopped at the Harrow Inn. There was a carriers cart ready to start, and akeen, thin, impatient, black-a-vised httle man, hishand at his gray horses head looking about angrilyfor something. Rab, ye thief! said he, aiming a kick at my greatfriend, who drew cringing up, and avoiding theheavy shoe with more agility than dignity, andMatching liis masters eye, slunk dismayed under 104 Rab and His Friends the cart—his ears down, and as much as he had oftail down too. What a man this must be—thought I—to whommy tremendous hero turns tail! The carrier sawthe muzzle hanging, cut and useless, from his neck,and I eagerly told him the story which Bob and Ialways thought, and still think, Homer, or KingDavid, or Sir Walter, alone were worthj^ to severe little man was mitigated, and condes-cended to sa
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