Whetstone.
Go on, Professor, go on!
Scythe.
This was the summer of his race; but, alas! then came the glacial period. He was frozen up with the mammoths, and remained so for probably twenty millions of years; but such was his tenacity of life, that when the world thawed out, he again appeared, his skin somewhat hardened by exposure,—a fact which you will recognize,—but otherwise cheerful, and in his usual health. Well may his kind be grateful; for, wrapped in ice for æons of time, he was the slender thread upon which their future hung.
Whetstone.
But why did he take to the sea?
Scythe.
After the apparition of man upon the earth he was driven into the sea by the excited inhabitants.
Whetstone.
Major, this is truly wonderful. The Academy will succeed.