The Water Babies; A Fairy Tale for a Land Baby

The Water Babies; A Fairy Tale for a Land Baby

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 18 edition. Excerpt: ...sailor, so early in the morning?" and answering them each exactly alike--"Put him in the round-house till he gets sober, sc earlv in the morn'ro-"--That, when it was over, he jumped up, and played leap-frog with the town-clerk till he burst his buttons, and then had his luncheon, and burst some more buttons, and then said: "It is a low spring tide; I shall go out this afternoon and cut my capers." Now he did not mean to cut such capers as you eat with boiled mutton. It was the commandant of artillery at Valetta who used to amuse himself with cutting them, and who stuck upon one of the bastions a no tice, "No one allowed to cut capers here but me," which greatly edified the midshipmen in port, and the Maltese on the Nix Mangiare stairs. But all that the mayor meant was that he would go and have an afternoon's fun, like any school-boy, and catch lobsters with an iron hook. So to the Mewstone he went, and for lobsters he looked. And, when he came to a certain crack in the rocks, he was so excited, that, instead of putting in his hook, he put in his hand; and Mr. Lobster was at home, and caught him by the finger, and held on. "Yah!" said the mayor, and pulled as hard as he dared; but the more he pulled the more the lobstei pinched, till he was forced to be quiet. Then he tried to get his hook in with his othei hand; but the hole was too narrow. Then he pulled again; but he could not stand the pain. Then he shouted and bawled for help; but there was no one nearer him than the men-of-war inside the breakwater. Then he began to turn a little pale; for the tidt flowed, and still the lobster held on. Then he turned quite white; for the tide wis up to his knees, and still the lobster held on. Then he thought of cutting off his finger; but he wanted more

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  • Paperback | 66 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 136g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236681452
  • 9781236681454