| I was makin' up a litter in the monkey house for... 142 |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|02:07 am] |
I was makin' up a litter in the monkey house for a young puma which is illBut when I heard the yelpin' and 'owlin' I kem away straightThere was Bersicker a-tearin' like a mad thing at the bars as if he wanted to get outThere wasn't much people about that day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a 'ook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs runnin' through itHe had a 'ard, cold look and red eyes, and I took a sort of mislike to him, for it seemed as if it was 'im as they was hirritated atHe 'ad white kid gloves on 'is 'ands, and he pointed out the animiles to me and says, 'Keeper, these wolves seem upset at something'
"'Maybe it's you,' says I, for I did not like the airs as he give 'isselfHe didn't get angry, as I 'oped he would, but he smiled a kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white, sharp teeth'Oh no, they wouldn't like me,' 'e says
"'Ow yes, they would,' says I, a-imitatin' of him'They always like a bone or two to clean their teeth on about tea time, which you 'as a bagful'
"Well, it was a odd thing, but when the animiles see us a-talkin' they lay down, and when I went over to Bersicker he let me stroke his ears same as everThat there man kem over, and blessed but if he didn't put in his hand and stroke the old wolf's ears too!
"'Tyke care,' says I'
"'Never mind,' he saysI'm used to 'em!'
"'Are you in the business yourself?' I says, tyking off my 'at, for a man what trades in wolves, anceterer, is a good friend to keepers
"'Nom,' says he, 'not exactly in the business, but I 'ave made pets of several' And with that he lifts his 'at as perlite as a lord, and walks awayOld Bersicker kep' a-lookin' arter 'im till 'e was out of sight, and then went and lay down in a corner and wouldn't come hout the 'ole heveningWell, larst night, so soon as the moon was hup, the wolves here all began a-'owlingThere warn't nothing for them to 'owl atThere warn't no one near, except some one that was evidently a-callin' a dog somewheres out back of the gardings in the Park roadOnce or twice I went out to see that all was right, and it was, and then the 'owling stoppedJust before twelve o'clock I just took a look round afore turnin' in, an', bust me, but when I kem opposite to old Bersicker's cage I see the rails broken and twisted about and the cage emptyAnd that's all I know for certing
"Did any one else see anything?"
"One of our gard'ners was a-comin' 'ome about that time from a 'armony, when he sees a big gray dog comin' out through the garding 'edgesAt least, so he says, but I don't give much for it myself, for if he did 'e never said a word about it to his missis when 'e got 'ome, and it was only after the escape of the wolf was made known, and we had been up all night a-huntin' of the Park for Bersicker, that he remembered seein' anythingMy own belief was that the 'armony 'ad got into his 'eadBilder, can you account in any way for the escape of the wolf?"
"Well, Sir," he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, "I think I can, but I don't know as 'ow you'd be satisfied with the theory
"Certainly I shallIf a man like you, who knows the animals from experience, can't hazard a good guess at any rate, who is even to try?"
"Well then, Sir, I accounts for it this wayIt seems to me that 'ere wolf escaped--simply because he wanted to get out
From the hearty way that both Thomas and his wife laughed at the joke I could see that it had done service before, and that the whole explanation was simply an elaborate sellI couldn't cope in badinage with the worthy Thomas, but I thought I knew a surer way to his heart, so I said, "Now, MrBilder, we'll consider that first half-sovereign worked off, and this brother of his is waiting to be claimed when you've told me what you think will happen
"Right y'are, Sir," he said briskly"Ye'll excoose me, I know, for a-chaffin' of ye, but the old woman here winked at me, which was as much as telling me to go on
"Well, I never!" said the old lady
"My opinion is this: that 'ere wolf is a'idin' of, somewheresThe gard'ner wot didn't remember said he was a-gallopin' northward faster than a horse could go, but I don't believe him, for, yer see, Sir, wolves don't gallop no more nor dogs does, they not bein' built that wayWolves is fine things in a storybook, and I dessay when they gets in packs and does be chivyin' somethin' that's more afeared than they is they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it |
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