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33 64 FABLED STORIES FROM THE ZOO.
me, at a corner of the largest cage, where
also a good number of those confined in the
neighbouring cages could listen to the tale.
"I am an orphan," he began, "at least I ought
to be one, for I can remember neither father
nor mother, and I was brought up in
White-chapel, in one of those dirty courts, full of little
human monkeys. I was taken from the bosom
of a Jack-tar, where I had nestled inside a
jersey during the greater part of a long voyage,
taken, I say, when an infant, by Carlo,—that’s
the master you have seen me with,—and I soon
became his pet. He taught me a good many
tricks and dances, but he was withal a very
good fellow. I even slept by his side at
night We earned our living comfortably
enough in the streets, and he used to give all
his tit-bits ’ to reward his pet,’ he said, ’ after a
performance.’ The street-boys used to annoy
me at first, but I kept my eyes about me and
soon learnt to retaliate if they played me any
saucy tricks. Carlo said to me one night, just
before we were going to sleep, ’ Jocko, I am
going to treat you to something new to-morrow
evening’ (I thought he meant a new dress, and
as that meant new tricks to learn, I did not much
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