Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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The Toyman chuckled and replied,-- "Oh, he's a remarkable man, the Doctor, a very remarkable man. But listen, boy, listen, you'll never hear the like again." So of course they listened--with all their ears, and their eyes and their mouths, too. "I will introjooce to you," went on the grand speech, "the famous Indian"--yes, that's just what he said,--"the famous Indian, Chief-Afraid-of-a-Rat. Come on, Chief, don't scare the ladies, and don't scalp the little boys as long as they're good." [Illustration: "Out of that hat he drew a rabbit, a live white rabbit, and held it up by its ears for all to see."] Then up on that wagon stepped a big Indian with moccasins on his feet, and a dress of deerskin with beads embroidered on it, and a headdress of many feathers and many colors too. He opened his mouth wide, and said something that sounded like a speech and yet like a song:-- "Ging-goo, ging goo, ging goo! Tunk a tin, tunk a tin, tunk a tin! Geegry goo, geegry goo, All-a-man lissen!" That's what the Red Indian with all the feathers said, and it sounded very impressive. |
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