Chap.Page.
[I.]The Family of Rats9
[II.]A Clap-trap Discovery15
[III.]Poorer than Rats19
[IV.]How I made a Friend26
[V.]How Bob met with an Adventure33
[VI.]How I visited the Zoological Gardens38
[VII.]Finding Relations43
[VIII.]How I heard of Old Neighbours51
[IX.]How we found a Feast59
[X.]The want of a Dentist67
[XI.]A Removal74
[XII.]A New Road to Fame79
[XIII.]How I set out on my Voyage86
[XIV.]A Terrible Word94
[XV.]First View of St. Petersburg103
[XVI.]A Russian Kitchen109
[XVII.]A Ramble over St. Petersburg118
[XVIII.]How we were Transported125
[XIX.]A Storm and its Consequences132
[XX.]Catch him—Dead or Alive!137
[XXI.]A new kind of Watch-dog146
[XXII.]The Farmer and his Bride153
[XXIII.]A Peep through the Roses163

[ THE RAMBLES OF A RAT.]

[ CHAPTER I.]
THE FAMILY OF RATS.

My very earliest recollection is of running about in a shed adjoining a large warehouse, somewhere in the neighbourhood of Poplar, and close to the River Thames, which thereabouts is certainly no silver stream.

A merry life we led of it in that shed, my seven brothers and I! It was a sort of palace of rubbish, a mansion of odds and ends, where rats might frolic and gambol, and play at hide-and-seek, to their hearts’ content. We had nibbled a nice little way into the warehouse above mentioned; and there, every night, we feasted at our ease, growing as sleek and plump as any rats in the United Kingdom.