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He spends most of his time in that little cove down there; but I've noticed that whenever a dog barks, close to the river or when he is crossing on the ferry, the old 'gator paddles out a little way from the cove, and looks very wishfully in that direction. I know alligators are more fond of dog-meat than anything else, but they won't refuse fish when nothing better offers. Now look here."
Then, too, he will swim under water and come up underneath and seize you without any warning. He has the biggest mouth I've ever seen, with terrible-looking teeth, and could swallow me whole." By this time Peter's eyes looked as if they would fall out of his head. "What is his name?" whispered Peter. "It's Old Ally the 'Gator," replied Mrs. Quack.
I uttered a hoarse gasp, and began swimming again toward the shore, when once more a strange sensation ran through me, mingled of horror, despair, and wonder, as I heard in a hoarse, hollow voice I well knew, though it sounded strange "Oh, oh, Mass' George! Help! Great 'gator, Mass' George help!"
Now and then Morgan used to call me to come and see where a 'gator, as he called it, had been in the night, pointing out its track right up to the rough fence of the garden. "You and I'll have a treat one of these days, my lad." "Yes," I used to say; "but when?" "Oh, one of these days when I'm not busy." "Ah, Morgan," I used to say, impatiently, "when you're not busy: when will that be?" "Be?
"Mass' George say muss get home, but de dark night say he no get home." "Let's try," I said. Pomp was obedience itself, and he followed me as I strode back to the edge of the forest, entered the dense thicket close to the river, and had not gone a hundred yards before just in front of me there was a crashing, rustling noise, and a dull sullen plunge. "I yah, ugly ole 'gator.
So, one day, the skillery-scalery alligator with the humps on his tail, and his brother, another skillery-scalery chap, whose tail was double jointed, were taking a walk through the woods together just as Uncle Wiggily was doing. "Indeed I would," answered the double-jointed tail 'gator, who could wobble his flippers both ways. "And I know of no nicer rabbit than Uncle Wiggily Longears."
I cried, as I tried to check the progress of the boat on catching sight of the oar gliding swiftly down stream twenty yards away. "There it is. Wait till it comes close. I'll try and manage to get you near it." "Dah it am! Whah?" "There, just off to your left." "So um are, Mass' George. 'Gator no like um, an' 'pit um out 'gain." "There: mind! Now then, quick! Catch hold."
"Pomp see um crawl 'long de groun' like 'gator," he said. "Dah one, two, tick, nineteen, twenty." I gazed intently over the fence, but could only see the dark ground; but Pomp's warning was too valuable to be trifled with. He had proved himself now, and I hurried to where my father stood ready with twenty of our men, and told him.
He put his visiting-card in the beast's mouth and paddled swiftly back. A number of hunters were at the wharf, and the slayer of Big Ben hastened to inform them with apparent sincerity that while out paddling he had come within easy range of the "'gator," who was, no doubt, still lying motionless on the point.
"I'll chase after Uncle Wiggily and eat him!" he cried out, for by this time the rabbit was hopping along down the road. After him went the 'gator, coming nearer and nearer. "Stop! Stop! I want you!" cried the alligator to the rabbit. "I know you do, but you can't have me!" replied the rabbit. "I don't want to be eaten up!"
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