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"They dare not rebel," answered the farmer, "because they fear the sorcery of Kwytoffle. If they do not obey him he threatens to change them into grasshoppers and June-bugs." "Has he ever changed any one into a grasshopper or a June-bug?" asked Prince Marvel. "No; but the people are too frightened to oppose him, and so he does not get the opportunity.
"I'm glad of it, anyway," she said, "because now we can stay here and have our store and there isn't anybody like that pros like that Mr. Sawyer to be afraid of." "Do you think I'm afraid of prosecutors?" Pee-wee demanded to know. "I'm not afraid of them any more then I'm afraid of June-bugs; I bet you're afraid of June-bugs."
Isn't that so, boys?" The bewildered soldiers looked at one another in perplexity, and the still more bewildered sorcerer gazed on the speakers with staring eyes and wide-open mouth. "I insist," said Prince Marvel, "upon your turning us into grasshoppers and your soldiers into June-bugs, as you promised. If you do not, then I will flog you as I promised."
"If you resist the sorcerer, you will be turned into grasshoppers and June-bugs," declared the man, staring at them in wonder. "How do you know that?" asked Marvel. "Kwytoffle says so. He promises to enchant every one who dares defy his power." "Has any one ever yet dared defy him?" asked Nerle. "Certainly not!" said the man. "No one wishes to become a June-bug or a grasshopper.
If rat -dynamite and rough on June-bugs were possible, why was it not likely that some as yet unknown person had turned his attention to spectrology, and evolved something in the nature of rough on ghosts, spectremelinite, or something else of an effective nature, I asked myself.
Why don't you fight them?" "Why, they have drawn their swords!" responded the captain, reproachfully. "Who cares?" roared the sorcerer. "We care," said the captain, giving a shudder, as he looked upon the strangers. "Their swords are sharp, and some of us would get hurt." "You're cowards!" shrieked the enraged Kwytoffle. "I'll turn you all into June-bugs!"
"He's like one of those booming June-bugs, batting against the walls, falling into lamp-chimneys " "He doesn't get very near the light he wants," said Laura. "Me? Yes, he would like to, the rat! But he's consoled when he can get any one to listen to his awful chatter. He makes up to himself among women for the way he gets sat on at the club.
We sailed now for a day or two among great quantities of June-bugs or cock-chafers, which had been driven off from the land and drowned, which caused us to reflect upon what God did formerly in Egypt and elsewhere, and still often does, for His power is always the same, although it is not always understood. 30th, Friday.
Not only did they flutter and sting, but they sang in a heathenish manner, distracting her attention as she tried to write, as she tried to waft them off. Nor was this all. Myriads of June-bugs and millers hovered round, flung themselves into the lamps, and made disagreeable funeral-pyres of themselves, tumbling noisily on her paper in their last unpleasant agonies.
Wetherell didn't understand in the least, but just then the clerk reached the last name on the roll; an instant of absolute silence, save for the June-bugs, followed, while the assistant clerk ran over his figures deftly and handed them to Mr. Sutton, who leaned forward to receive them.
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