Identifier: stnicholasserial351dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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Roy laughed. "Considering that he stole it in the
first place—and tried to put the blame on me—!"
"I tell you what!" exclaimed Chub. Thuse-
lah was mad because we did'nt elect him to office
and so he thought he'd make himself assistant
treasurer! That's the way of it.
Harry left the recovered treasure in Dicks care
and picked up the disgruntled parrot, stroking his
head and murmuring soothingly:
He was des a booful Thuselah, she cooed.
An' he found the money, so he did, and bringed
it straight back, did n't um?
"Um did," laughed Roy. Though um 's an
old rascal. But he scratched Methuselahs head
with his finger, and the parrot closed his eyes
and looked forgiving.
See here, said Chub. We had it all ar-
ranged to pay back that money, so let's do it.
Then we'11 put this down as Thuselahs sub-
scription to the cause. What do you say to
that?
Beautiful! cried Harry. She
thrust the parrot into Roy's arms and
flew to the grain chest. She was
busy an instant with pencil and pad,
and then, "Here it is!" she cried:
"Methuselah . . . $24.10."
(To be concluded.)
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THE TALE OF A TYRANT'S ZOO
AN ODD FREAK OF A SULTAN OF TO-DAY
BY W. G. FITZ-GERALD
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR

OPEN your atlas at the map of Africa, and there,
set like a pearl on the northwest shoulder of the
continent, you will see a country called Morocco.
It almost touches Europe; at the narrowest part
there is but nine miles of strait between it and
Spain, and you might think the Moors had be-
come quite civilized in the course of ages through
having European neighbors near by.
It is not so, however. And, strange to say, the
more they see of Western progress, the more they
despise it. It is a big country, this Morocco, and
explorers have left it alone, for the natives detest
Christians, fearing lest they will take away
from them their lovely land, where it is always
summer, and where the soil if just scratched with
a crooked stick responds with a teeming harvest.
Close your eyes and come with me to the
gates of Fez, the wonderful capital of the Em-
pire. It has a very high wall around it, just as in

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