The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-05-17

had far finer and better things in his own
house. The King seemed not quite to
believe this, but Peter stuck to what he
had said. and at last the King got so
angry he could not bear it any longer.
Now I'll go home with you" he
said, "and see if it be true what you've
been telling me-that you have far finer
and better things Of your own. But if
you've been telling a pack Of lies,
Heaven help you, that's all I say"
"Now you've got me into fine
scrape, said Peter to the cat, ''for here's
the King coming home with me; but
that's not so easy to find, I fancy"
sob, never mind, :" said the cat; "only
do you drive after me, as l run on be-
fore"
So off they went; first Peter, who
drove after his cat, and then the King
and all his court.
But when they had driven a good bit,
they came to a great flock Of fine sheep,
that had wool so long that it almost
touched the ground.
eff you'll only say" said the cat to
the shepherd, "this flock Of sheep be-
longs to Lord Peter when the King asks
you, I'll give you this silver spoon, :"
which she had taken with her from the
Kings palace.
Yes, he was willing enough to do that.
So, when the King came up, he said to
the lad who watched the sheep:
"Well, [ never saw so large and fine
flock Of sheep in my life. Whose is it,
my little lad ?"
Why" said the lad, "whose should
it be but Lord Peter's?'
A little while after, they came to a
great, great herd of fine brindle kline,
who were all so sleek the sun shone from
them.
eff you'll only say" said the cat to
the neatherd, ''this herd is Lord Pet
er's, when the King asks you, I'll give
you this silver ladle;" and the ladle, too,
she had taken from the Kings palace.
eyes, with all my heart" said the
neatherd.
Lo when the King came up, he was
quite amazed at the fine, fat herd, for
such herd he had never seen before,
and so he asked the neatherd who
owned those brindled kline.
"Why, who should own them but
Lord Peter?" said the neatherd.
So they went little further, and came
to great, great drove of horses, the fin
est you ever saw-six of each color, bay,
and black, and brown, and chestnut.
elf you'll only say this drove of
horses is Lord Peters when the King
asks you, I'll give you this silver stoop;"
and the stoop, too, she had taken from
the palace.
Yes, the lad was willing enough; and
so, when the King came up, he was quite
amazed at the grand drove of horses, for
the matches of such horses he had never
set eyes on, he said.
So he asked the lad who watched them
whose all these blacks, and bays, and
browns, and chestnuts were.
Whose should they be-" said the lad,
"but Lord Peter's?"
So, when they had gone a good bit
further, they came to castle; first there
was a gate of tin, and next there was a
The castle itself was of silver, and so
dazzling white that it quite hurt ones
eyes to look at it in the sunbeams which
fell on it just as they reached it.
So they went into it, and the cat told
Peter to say this was his house. AS for
the castle inside, it was far finer than it
looked outside, for everything was pure
gold-chairs, and tables, and benches,
and all. And when the King had gone
all over it. and seen everything high and
low, he got quite shameful and down
cast.
eyes" he said, at last, "Lord Peter
has everything far finer than [ have,
there's no gainsaying that;'' and so he
wanted to be off home again.
But Peter begged him to stay to sup
per, and the King stayed, but he was
sour and surly the whole time.
So, as they sat at supper, back came
the witch who owned the castle, and gave
such great knock at the door.
"Who's this eating my meat, and
drinking my mead like swine in here ?"
roared out the witch.
AS soon as the cat heard that, she ran
down to the gate.
Stop bit, she said, "and I'll tell
you how the farmer sets to work to get
in his winter rye.
And SO she told her such long story
.ybout the winter rye.
First Of all, you see, he plows his
field, and then he manures it, and then
he plows it again, and then he harrows
it, and so she went on till the sun rose.
Oh, do look behind you, and there
you'll see such lovely lady, said the
cat to the witch.
So the witch turned round and, of
course, as soon as she saw the sun, she
burst.
CHOW all this is yours, said the cat
to Lord Peter. CHOW, you must cut off
my head; that's all I ask for what have
done for you"
"Nay, nay" said Lord Peter; ETH
never do any such thing; that's fat.
eff you don't, said the cat, "see if [
don't claw your eyes out. F."
Well, SO Lord Peter had to do it,
though it was sore against his will. He
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