Condensed Novels: New Burlesques by Bret Harte
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funeral was well attended, however, and no one knew the truth, not
even myself. III JUNGLE FOLK It was high noon of a warm summer's day when Moo Kow came down to the watering-place. Miaow, otherwise known as "Puskat"--the warmth-loving one--was crouching on a limb that overhung the pool, sunning herself. Brer Rabbit--but that is Another Story by Another Person. Three or four Gee Gees, already at the pool, moved away on the approach of Moo Kow. "Why do ye stand aside?" said the Moo Kow. "Why do you say 'ye'?" said the Gee Gees together. "Because it's more impressive than 'you.' Don't you know that all animals talk that way in English?" said the Moo Kow. "And they also say 'thou,' and don't you forget it!" interrupted Miaow from the tree. "I learnt that from a Man Cub." The animals were silent. They did not like Miaow's slang, and were jealous of her occasionally sitting on a Man Cub's lap. Once Dun- |
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