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I'll draw it for you;" and forthwith he drew on a scrap of paper a diagram, of which the accompanying engraving is a fac-simile. "A tumble-bug!" I shouted, astonished at my former stupidity. The poet looked puzzled and distressed. Evidently I had not yet succeeded. What could it be? "A beetle!" I next ventured to suggest, rather disappointed at the result of my previous guess. "A beetle!

It was plain that Man had robbed those bones of their contents, since no toothmark of any beast was upon them albeit the Tumble-Bug intruded the remark that 'no beast could mark a bone with its teeth, anyway. Here were proofs that Man had vague, groveling notions of art; for this fact was conveyed by certain things marked with the untranslatable words, 'FLINT HATCHETS, KNIVES, ARROW-HEADS, AND BONE ORNAMENTS OF PRIMEVAL MAN. Some of these seemed to be rude weapons chipped out of flint, and in a secret place was found some more in process of construction, with this untranslatable legend, on a thin, flimsy material, lying by: "'Jones, if you don't want to be discharged from the Musseum, make the next primeaveal weppons more careful you couldn't even fool one of these sleepy old syentific grannys from the Coledge with the last ones.

Fellow-scholars, this stately Mound is not a sepulcher, it is a monument!" A profound impression was produced by this. But it was interrupted by rude and derisive laughter and the Tumble-Bug appeared. "A monument!" quoth he. "A monument setup by a Mound Builder! Aye, so it is!

"Well, I can shoot a bit myself. But I shore wish he'd hold that auction quick I've got to go on home without losing any more time. Fisher, suppose you go down to the pound and dare that tumble-bug to hold the auction this afternoon. Tell him that you'll shoot him full of holes if he goes pulling off any auction to-day, an' dare him to try it.

It was plain that Man had robbed those bones of their contents, since no tooth-mark of any beast was upon them albeit the Tumble-Bug intruded the remark that 'no beast could mark a bone with its teeth, anyway. Here were proofs that Man had vague, groveling notions of art; for this fact was conveyed by certain things marked with the untranslatable words, 'FLINT HATCHETS, KNIVES, ARROW HEADS, AND BONE ORNAMENTS OF PRIMEVAL MAN. Some of these seemed to be rude weapons chipped out of flint, and in a secret place was found some more in process of construction, with this untranslatable legend, on a thin, flimsy material, lying by: "'Jones, if you don't want to be discharged from the Musseum, make the next primeaveal weppons more careful you couldn't even fool one of these sleepy old syentific grannys from the Coledge with the last ones.

As old Spud Murphy used to say, he'd rob a poor tumble-bug of his ball of manure and put him on the wrong road home. He's mean, and it sure hurt his feelings to have you hop in and win back your mine. And knocking Dave on the head took the pip out of these other jumpers I'm looking for the whole bunch to fade."

The Tumble-Bug was driven away with stripes, and the draftsmen of the expedition were set to making views of the Monument from different standpoints, while Professor Woodlouse, in a frenzy of scientific zeal, traveled all over it and all around it hoping to find an inscription. But if there had ever been one, it had decayed or been removed by some vandal as a relic.

Two or three scholars sprang forward, flung the low creature head over heels into a corner, and reinstated the patrician, smoothing his ruffled dignity with many soothing and regretful speeches. Professor Bull Frog roared out: "No more of this, sirrah Tumble-Bug! Say your say and then get you about your business with speed! Quick what is your errand?

But nothing happened; Satan remained tranquil tranquil and indifferent. I suppose he could not be insulted by Ursula any more than the king could be insulted by a tumble-bug. The old woman jumped to her feet when she made her remark, and did it as briskly as a young girl. It had been many years since she had done the like of that.

There is not keeping our lion-hearts at home in these great times, I see that." "Lion-heart! Who that baby? Why, he begged like a dog to be let off. Cried, and said he wanted to go to his mother. Him a lion-heart! that tumble-bug!" "Dear me, why I supposed he volunteered, of course. Didn't he?" "Oh, yes, he volunteered the way people do to the headsman.