Identifier: ClaraInBlunderland (find matches)
Title: Clara In Blunderland
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Caroline Lewis, pseud.
Subjects: Satire Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Caricatures and cartoons Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Satire Political science Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898, Parodies, imitations, etc
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DOM. thing in the garden was lovely. Why!she continued, turning to the man, they toldme, for one thing, that it was full of beautifulcreepers. So it is, he answered, there are plenty ofcreepers, and crawlers as well. They arebeauties too, the lot of em ; but thats not myidea of a garden. But you see Im not going to stay, saidClara,disheartened; Im only going to see whatits like. And she wandered dreamily on. At last she came to an archway over whichwas written the word Boerdom, and, with alittle shiver, she walked through. This is adirty place, she said, as ^he passed under thearchway. Its more like a menagerie than agarden. She found herself standing close by a thinglike a water butt, and all round her were hideouscreatures, just like, as she explained, thethings that come and sit on your chest in bedafter youve been dining with the Souls. These must be the creepers, said she. But Clara was a brave little girl, and shewent straight up to one of the beasts, who had Digitized by Google
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What are you doing? Im sure you willbreak it if you arent careful, said Clara. Thats all right! growled the odd beast.Its only my play ; Im not really a try in* to Digitized by Google 72 BOERDOM. smash the old Mug, not me! Why, I couldntget on without it. I wasnt thinking of the Mug. It was yourpoor nose, answered Clara. Isnt it verysore r Oh, it burns a bit, said the creature ; butits been put out of joint long ago by theseother animals. Im only here, you know,because just now there aint nothink in myline to do elsewhere. Thats to say nothingstriking. You see Im one of the orny andedmyself—one of them blokes wots willin towork, but wont. Ive always got to seem to bea-pickin oles in somethin or else my mateswouldnt keep me goinV What are you ? asked Clara. By purfession, said the beast, Im wotthey call a anger-on. Ive never heard of that as a plant, but itsounds like a sort of creeper, mused Clara;and what are those things that look likehedgehogs walking about on hairpins ? Those ar

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