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the whereabouts of the frog were awfully 

 amused. It was a genuine bloody-now. The 

 heat from my body had warmed Bull — I forth- 

 with named the frog — into life ; and Bull lost no 

 time in announcing his reappearance in the same 

 business, if not at the same old stand. 



I thought I had found a loud gold mine and 

 was delighted at the renaissance of Bull. I 

 took him to my room, kept him warm, petted 

 him, and proceeded to educate him in graded 

 school style — gymnastics first and mathematics 

 afterwards. He was not long in getting over 

 his stiffness and could jump all right; his eyes 

 were open big enough, but he seemed unable to 

 comprehend distance and direction ; which, prob- 

 ably, fitted him for a night watchman's job. 



Bull was a very clean and otherwise decent 

 frog, but I would not let him sleep in my bed, 

 which he seemed very much inclined to do; yet 

 he had free range of the room. 



I could not persuade him to eat worms, and it 

 being winter time there were no flies ; but I gave 

 myself little worry over his not feeding, since if 

 he could go a whole winter without grub — he 



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