The Pilots of Pomona: A Story of the Orkney Islands

he little boy was not cold, for he had on his warm quilted kaftan, or blouse, his cap, which he called his chapka, on his hea

kitty was too quick for him. She flew across the court and scrambled nimbly up to the shed roof by one of the supporting poles. The dog was too old and heavy to follow her, and he sat on his haunches in the court below, bristling and snarling, the cat spitting back at him and evidently

the fun was all over. The cat had gone around to another side of the shed, and lay basking in the sun, out of the dog's sight; the moujik, the cow-h

t with his grandmo

"why does the dog alwa

replied the grandmother. "I will t

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ry," said the

ENDURE THE CAT, NO

time they drew up a manifesto, and copied it upon parchment. In this manifesto this right was expressly made known. For a long time the King of the Dogs had charge of this document, but fin

lace, but the stiff parchment stuck fast, and he could not pull it out. But it was quite within reach of his little teeth, and the Mouse was highl

f meat and was caught and his paw well rubbed with hot ashes. We

anded him to show the proclamation. The Tomcat hastened to bring the parchment

to all the other Cats, who, to express their grief and sorrow, began to mew most piteousl

together from all parts-sheep-dogs, wolf-dogs, boar-hounds, house-dogs; and to them all the King gave command that from thence

the end of

all about it," s