The Slum Cat 
-E-A-T!  M-e-a-t!” came 
shrilling down Scrimper’s 
Alley. Surely the Pied Piper 
of Hamelin was there, for 
it seemed that all the Cats 
in the neighborhood were 
running toward the sound, 
though the Dogs, it must be confessed, looked 
scornfully indifferent. 
“Meat! Meat!’ and louder; then the centre 
of attraction came in view—a rough, dirty little 
man with a push-cart; while straggling behind 
him were a score of Cats that joined in his cry 
with a sound nearly the same as his own. Every 
fifty yards, that is, as soon as a goodly throng 
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