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Bob. Now Bob was just indulging in a yawn of the very largest size, and that rash Dbluchottle, never looking where he was going——! Well, well) 1t was a sad end for a bright yvoung Dbluchottle, just begmning to sce life. And still Rose gazed amiably at nothing, & standing just as that departed blue- S bottle first saw her. But the aristocrat among the camncls here 1s "Tom, who is white, and a rarity. He was captured mm an Egyptian fight, and was little more than half- grown when he arrived, gy but has incrcased in "4 4 seven years, and will - grow no larger now- nor any more savage. This latter contingency has been provided for by a neat httle iron ring which Tom wears m his nosc.

At the Zoo the camel’s naturally unamiable temper is not aggravated by coverloading 5 nobody looks about for that last straw after the two or three small boys have mounted. Whercefore these camels are as well behaved as camecls can he. Tom doesn’t playlully try to smash his keeper against the wall —at any rate, not quite

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