Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1901-10-28

Now it happened. Little Ones, that on
77the first day of May old Google-I deci-
ded to clean his house, or cave. | should
say. and the wild dwellers Of the jungle
did not venture near him, for they seem
ted danger and knew that the old lingo
was in a very uupleasant mood And,
Little Ones, when you have grown up
and live through housecleaning season
you will not blame old Google-I for being
mentally unbaianced on the occasion OF
which I speak.
To begin with. the floor Of his caYe was
nothing more than soil from which grew
velvety grass-Nature's own carpet.
might say, but 1 won't This grass had
grown very high, and at night when
Google-I lay down, to sleep, of course, 1t
felt soft and comfortable to him, but when
he awoke in the morning the long grass
was invariably entangled with his longer
whiskers, and it caused a good deal OF
pain and thing he decided to do was to
cut the grass Accordingly, he took the
sharpest clamshell he could find, got
down on his knees, grabbed the high
grass with one hand and cut with the
other, just the way a barber cuts boy
hair. But just as he was getting along
nicely the clamsheH suddenly slipped and
cut his finger. The poor lingo imme-
diately jumped up, shouted something,
which, translated into Russian, sounded
like wuzzadeepwuninsky,
and then started out of his cave for some
dry leaves with which to poultice the
wound. He had hardly put his foot out
side the door, however, when he stepped
on to a cake of soap he had carelessly
left there a few minutes before, and he
had hardly time to count two when he
was rolling down the hill which led into
the Orinococoa. He spun like a pinwheel
and landed with a terrific splash in the
placid waters. A lazy alligator, floating
nearby, hurried over to the spluttering
jingler, grabbed him by the loose folds
Of his toga and pulled him up on the shore
again.
''Oh-bup-Mister-bup bup-Albertgator
-bup," gasped Google-I, the water drip
ping from every part of his body like
miniature cataract, how can ever repay
your"
Now, it happened that the Alligator
knew that Google-I was known all over
the jungle as an animal story jibbler, and
this was a good opportunity to hear one
Of his prevaricated yarns. So the ar
mored reptile replied:
You can repay me. Google-I, by telling
me of your just how Stories"
IF that is all you want, I will gladly I
tell you one; but first let us walk over
to that sunny spot, where I can let my
clothes dry, and while they're drying I'll
tell you How the Camel Got the Twin
Carbuncles on His Back"
So they walked over to the spot indi-
Gated, and when the lingo had spread his
wet garments on the sand he began:
mo doubt, Mr.. Albertgater, you have
heard of the GOO Goo Circus. OF course
you have, for 1t was known all over the
world under it, too. Well. among our
geological attractions was a Camel with
a straight back. In fact. all camels had
straight backs at that time. Well, our
tour through Zululand was a very disas-
trous one. They didn't seem to care for
circuses down there. and, consequently,
things went hard with the Goo Coos.
They cut down our rations frightfully.
and they paid us few and far between.
The poor Sacred Cow chewed her cud
until she was threatened with the lock-
jaw. The Elephants trunk was all rag
ged where he had chewed it. The Zebra
had licked the stripes off long ago. But the
poor Camel was the most deceived of all.
"They continually fed him on sawdust
for bran, and when he had eaten enough
sawdust to supply a doll factory for five
years 1t commenced to tell on him You
say your brother must have eaten saw
dust, Little One, and what makes you
think that? Because he told on you Ell?
You must know that everything we eat
goes to make up our muscles and bones,
but the sawdust, instead of making bone,
made boards. and at last the poor Cam
els back was one solid piece Of lumber.
And now comes the sequel.
lone rainy night the Rocky Mountain
Coat unable to withstand the stings of
starvation any longer, devoured the entire
canvas tent which sheltered the camel.
Consequently the poor animal. unable to
loosen its letters, had to stand in that
pouring rain all night And when the cir
Gus people got up the next morning and
looked at the camel they almost shook
with fear. The Camers back was bumped
up like. an arch. The rain had warped the
timber in its back
"Of course, the manager did not know
how to remedy the difficulty. and decided
to exhibit Mister Camel in the side show.