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Läsebok N:o 20—22.
found, — still the master exclaimed: »There certainly is a
rascal here; John, do you see none?» — »Besides yourself,
I see none», replied the servant.
16. Old Jack the Donkey.
Old Jack was as sleek and well-looking an ass,
As ever on common munched thistle or grass,
And — though ’twas not gaudy, that jacket of brown —
Was the pet of the young and the pride of the town.
And, indeed, he might well look so comely and trim,
When his young master Joe was so gentle to him;
For never did child more affection beget
Than was felt by young Joe, for this four-footed pet.
Joe groomed him, and fed him, and each market-day,
Would talk to his darling the whole of the way;
And Jack before dawn would be pushing the door,
As though he would say, »Up, Joe, slumber no more».
Oue day, Jack was wandering along the road-side,
When an urchin the donkey maliciously eyed;
And aiming too surely at Jack a sharp stoue;
It struck the poor beast just below the shinbone.
Joe soothed and caressed him and coaxed him until
They came to a stream by the side of the hill,
And with the cool water he washed the swollen limb,
And after his fashion kept talking to him, —
»Poor Jack, did they pelt him? — the coward so sly!
1 wish I’d been there with my stick standing by:
It doesn’t bleed now — ’twill be well in a trice;
There, let me just wash it: now isn’t it nice?»
And Jack nestled down with his soft velvet nose,
As close as he could under Joe’s ragged clothes;
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And he looked at his master as though he wotild say,
»I’m sure I can never your kindness repay».
17. Echo.
Little George had no idea what an echo was. One day
he took it into his head to shout IIo! ho! along the fields,
and immediately he heard proceeding from a neighbouring
grove the same words« IIo! ho!» The little boy, very much
astonished, called out, Who are you? when a mysterious voice
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