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young man, though he had little notion how it was 

 to be done. 



The devices resorted to by these willing fellows 

 were numerous and ingenious ; but they saw the 

 little survivors, one by one, pine away and finally 

 die, until but a single one remained. He was a 

 diminutive dun specimen, looking in many respects 

 like a fine sponge. Apparently he had been the 

 weakest of the family ; yet he alone survived. The 

 two friends watched him carefully. His little mouth 

 was always in motion when he was awake, either 

 mewing gently or trying to take the food George 

 offered him. It was interesting to watch the process 

 of feeding to which he was subjected, and for days 

 it seemed as if he must die. But finally he began 

 to rallv, then to thrive, and in a short time he was 

 as bright and mischievous a kitten as one would wish 

 to see. 



Poor little Jim (he had early been christened by 

 that name) knew nothing of the companionship of 

 his kind. If he had a memory, it did not reach 

 back to the dark days before his eyes were open, 

 when he could not even see his suffering mother. 



