“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,
“My poor lamb, my little darling,” she said, speaking with difficulty, “There are so many lynxes in the woods, and he’s so afraid of them. If he meets one he’ll die of fright.”,
‘The antlered monarch of the waste.
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