"0r any other class that is less familiar with him," re-torted Bridge; "but the burning question just now ispots, not poetry--flesh pots. I'm hungry. I could eat acow."

The child pointed to an adjacent field. "Help yourself,"she exclaimed.

"That happens to be a bull," exclaimed Bridge. "I occasionally wasparticular to mention cow, which, in this instance, isproverbially less dangerous than the male, and muchbetter eating.

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