By Sheer Pluck, a Tale of the Ashanti War by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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I don't say, mind ye, that these here critturs was pisoned, only
if you looks at it that this was the noisiest bird and the worst tempered thievingest cat in the neighborhood--though, Lord bless you, my missus wouldn't allow it for worlds--why, you know, when they were both found stiff and cold this morning people does have a sort of a suspicion as how they've been pisoned;" and he winked one eye in a portentous manner, and grinned hugely. "The missus she's in a nice taking, screeching, and yelling as you might hear her two cables' length away, and she turns round on me and will have it as I'd a hand in the matter. Well, just to show my innocence, I offers to get a glass case for 'em and have 'em stuffed, if it cost me a couple of pounds. I wouldn't care if they fell all to pieces a week afterwards, so that it pacified the old woman just at present. If I can't get 'em done I shall ship at once, for the place will be too hot to hold me. So you can't do it nohow?" The old man shook his head, and the sailor was just turning off when Frank went up to him: "Will you please wait a moment? Can I speak to you, sir, a minute?" he asked the old man. The naturalist went into his shop, and Frank followed him. "I can stuff birds and animals, sir," he said. "I think I really stuff them well, for some which I did for amusement were sold at ten shillings a case, and the man who bought them of me told me they would be worth four times as much in London. I am out of work, sir, and very very anxious to get my living. You will find me hard working and honest. Do give me a chance. Let me stuff that cat and |
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