Tatler . tting up, amazed, as a sticky fluid commenced to run down his august nose, he openedhis mouth to show his surprise, and lo! the sticky fluid flowed, flowed straight into his openmouth. Snap! went the prehistoric mans jaws. Smack! went his prehistoric lips. He hadtasted the fluid and found it good. Crash! went the ancestors head into the nest again, and again he experienced thedelicious, trickling thrill. Thus he continued until the ireful birds domicile was a wreck. Next, my ancestor sat him down contentedly and licked his chops reflectively. Hewas no longer hungry, and wished that he
Tatler . tting up, amazed, as a sticky fluid commenced to run down his august nose, he openedhis mouth to show his surprise, and lo! the sticky fluid flowed, flowed straight into his openmouth. Snap! went the prehistoric mans jaws. Smack! went his prehistoric lips. He hadtasted the fluid and found it good. Crash! went the ancestors head into the nest again, and again he experienced thedelicious, trickling thrill. Thus he continued until the ireful birds domicile was a wreck. Next, my ancestor sat him down contentedly and licked his chops reflectively. Hewas no longer hungry, and wished that he had not quarreled with his wife. By Jove! hemust make up, for that prehistoric woman had an abnormal sense of smell, and would beable to smell out for him nests like this from afar. He must make up; so he did. Andthus, concluded the Sage, was the first egg discovered. Now, O Supercihous One, usethy nose to such good purpose and thou mayst then be allowed to turn it skyward, as thou wilt. Mary V. Lee, fuan IT was the full of the moon, and the bright light lit up the place almost as if it wereday. But there was a charm that the day could not give, a softness in the atmosphere,a picturesqueness in the scene, which fades with the sunrise. The little group of hutslooked beautiful in the moonlight. Peace reigned there. The little village seemed silence was broken by a voice singing: Underneath the starry flag Well civilize them with a Krag, And return us to our own beloved homes. The voice came from the largest of the huts. None of the buildings could be calledpretentious. All were made of bamboo, the roofs of which were thatched with reeds andcoarse grass. That sounds good, Kent, someone said, but Im about convinced its all doesnt work right. I will tell you now, it will take more than mere shot and powderto convince these heathen that they belong to Uncle Sam. Captain, Ive been thinking about that myself. These people have no reason. Theycant see that the
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