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a kind ov a wriggle, like a new-cotched snig, lie nipped 

 up agin sharp, and down the Yankee came, right across 

 him. Oh, crikey ! didn't he roll over quick out of mister 

 zebra's way; this vos a good deal more than he hed a 

 bargained for, d'ye see, for the hanimal would lie still 

 enough when let alone, cos vy, he vos exhausted, but he 

 vos game, an* wouldn't be annoyed with the Yankee a 

 trying to put on him ; so arter a while he vos allowed 

 for tu git up. * Dear a me, how tame he is he's quite 

 an altered animal !' said some o' the haudience. But 

 when the Yankee led him out 'o the circus, he kicked 

 up his heels, and tu those vot understands the zebra 

 language, he said, as plain as could be, ' Dear a me, I 

 am tame, I think I feels about as tame as a mad 

 dog.' " 



" Then' you think he's no better off, after all the fuss 

 and bother the newspapers have made about him," 

 said I. 



" Lor* bless you, sir, I've told you he isn't, and if he 

 vos thrown down seven hundred and seventy-seven 

 times a day, for seven hundred and seventy- seven 

 years, he would be just about seventeen times as wicioua 

 as he vos before his wisit tu the, round house in Bel- 

 gravy." 



