The Chap-book; semi-monthly . OX Oh, have you heard of that curious land of the Clucking Ox?Its customs are hard to judge from Curlylocks. In a dream she went there, and when she woke(And Curlylocks was May! )I could but judge, from the way she was glad to get av/ay. She stood in a barnyard, so she says. As the creatures all drew near. And she wondered a bit at their bashful —she suddenly felt quite queer. For, how it happened nobody knows— Right there in the noonday sun, *I found, says May, **Id fordot my * I staid, tause I touldnU run! * W/^))
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . OX Oh, have you heard of that curious land of the Clucking Ox?Its customs are hard to judge from Curlylocks. In a dream she went there, and when she woke(And Curlylocks was May! )I could but judge, from the way she was glad to get av/ay. She stood in a barnyard, so she says. As the creatures all drew near. And she wondered a bit at their bashful —she suddenly felt quite queer. For, how it happened nobody knows— Right there in the noonday sun, *I found, says May, **Id fordot my * I staid, tause I touldnU run! * W/^)) ^ .w .<« fl Then from their little weeping guest They fromturned their blinking eyes^ And one and all they thus expressedTheir mild, polite surprise: The dog said ** cock-a-doodle-doo! *The rabbit said bow wow,The pussy-cat said *to-whit, to-whoo!*And the portly pig said **miaw! **Cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck! in censure calledThe ox of russet-red,** Baa-baa! the green old peacock squalled,*Quack! quack! the donke) 404 JES JONES JES JONES. HE owed his name to Doctor — spelled Hobbs, and pronounced ac-cordingly in the English of the world, but alwaysHubbs in the island vernacular — was a jovial member ofthat school of quacks, happily extinct, who practicedmedicine by the grace of God. A generous lot theywere, prescribing doses by the quart, and from an honestpharmacy of stinks and tastes that would be fortune in afertilizer. Hubbs always warranted a cure, the aforesaid warrantyof recovery often running over date of patients he was never disconcerted even when he visited thosea day or more under ground. *• Poor thing! he wouldexclaim, *was doing famously. But there! no doctorcan always beat the devil. Sickness was a wile of the evil one, Hubbs thought —perhaps it is — and his conflict with it always tremendous,witness the quart bottles. If the sick sometimes imaginedhis big botdes real devil in the case, and cried out, as Ihave heard, t
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