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him. I immediately reduced myself to as small a size as possible, by closing my feet and placing my hands near my sides, in which position I passed directly between his jaws, and into his stomach, where I remained some time in total darkness, and comfortably warm, as you may imagine.

At last it occurred to me, that by giving him pain he would be glad to get rid of me. As I had plenty of room, I played my pranks, such as tumbling, hop, step and jump, and so forth; but nothing seemed to disturb him so much as the quick motion of my feet in attempting to dance a hornpipe. Soon after I began, he put me out by sudden fits and starts: I persevered; at last he roared horribly, and stood up almost perpendicularly in the water, with his head and shoulders exposed, by which he was discovered by the people on board an Italian trader, then sailing by, who harpooned him in a few minutes.

He was brought on board and I heard the crew consulting how they should cut him up, so as to preserve the greatest quantity of oil. As I understood Italian, I was in most dreadful apprehensions lest their weapons employed in this business should destroy me also; therefore when they began to work I stood as near the centre as possible, for there was room enough for a dozen men in this creature's stomach. As soon as I preceived a glimmering of light I called out lustily to be released from a situation in which I was now almost suffocated.

It is impossible for me to do justice to the degree and kind of astonishment which sat upon every countenance at hearing a human voice issue from a fish, but more so at seeing a man walk upright out of his body; in short, I told them the whole story, as I have done you, whilst amazement struck them dumb.

After taking some refreshment, I jumped into the sea and swam to my clothes, which lay where I had left them on the shore. As well as I can calculate, I was four hours and a half confined in the stomach of this animal.

A Trip to the Moon

Success was not always with me. I had the misfortune to be overpowered by the Turks, to be made prisoner of war; and, what is worse, but always usual among them, to be sold for a slave. In that state of humiliation my daily task was not very hard and laborious, but rather singular and irksome. It was to drive the Sultan's bees every morning to their pasture grounds, to attend them all the day long, and against night to drive them back to their hives.

One evening I missed a bee, and soon observed that two bears had fallen upon her to tear her to pieces for the honey she carried. I had nothing like an offensive weapon in my hands but the silver hatchet, which is the badge of the Sultan's gardeners and farmers. I threw it at the robbers, with an intention to frighten them away, and set the poor bee at liberty; but by an unlucky turn of my arm, it flew upwards, and continued rising till it reached the moon.

How should I recover it? how fetch it down again? I recollected that Turkey-beans grow very quick, and run up to an astonishing height. I planted one immediately; it grew, and actually fastened itself to one of the moon's horns. I had no more to do now but to climb up by it into the moon, where I safely arrived, and had a troublesome piece of business before I could find my silver hatchet, in a place where everything has the brightness of silver. At last, however, I found it in a heap of chaff and chopped straw.

I was now for returning: but, alas! the heat of the sun had dried up my bean. It was totally useless for my descent; so I fell to work, and twisted me a rope of that chopped straw, as long and as well as I could make it. This I fastened to one of the moon's horns, and slid down to the end of it. Here I held myself fast with the left hand, and with the hatchet in my right I cut the long, now useless end of the upper part, which, when tied to the lower end, brought me a good deal lower.

This repeated splicing and tying of the rope did not improve its quality, or bring me down to the Sultan's farm. I was four or five miles from the earth at least when it broke; I fell to the ground with such amazing violence, that I found myself stunned, and in a hole nine fathoms deep at least, made by the weight of my body falling from so great a height. I recovered, but knew not how to get out again; however, I dug slopes or steps with my silver hatchet and easily accomplished it.

WHEN HANNIBAL FINISHED THE BRIDGE

H. I. CLEVELAND

Two things had come to a halt at the lower ford of the Rio del Norte - the construction of a traffic bridge and the "Imperial Americano Circus and Menagerie."

Waite, chief engineer of construction on the bridge, sat on the east bank of the river, looking moodily across the stream. Suddenly his eyes snapped and his face glowed with color. On a path below him, which led to a pool where the near-by cattle were watered, there moved majestically a huge elephant. The animal was accompanied by an East Indian and a white boy, the latter possibly seventeen years of age.

In the path of the elephant was a heavy beam carelessly let slip from an upper bank by the peon laborers. The animal might have stepped over the obstruction but the boy called:

"Up, Hannibal, up!"

Obediently lowering his head, Hannibal, the chief asset of the Imperial Americano Circus, slipped his brass-mounted tusks under the beam, poised the weight as if it were a feather, and then laid it to one side. This was done with such ease as to suggest an idea to Waite's mind. He ran down to the pool, where Hannibal was delightedly bathing himself.

"Good morning, boy!" he called.

The boy looked up, and quietly replied:

"My name is Tom Tom Ord."

Waite saw an expression of suffering in the lad's eyes, and said:

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"I beg your pardon. I just had an idea. I saw your phant do a mighty clever thing with that beam. My

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