"O Ro-ver! I love you,"
Young Mas-ter Ber-tie said.
To prove his words were true,
He hugged the dog's rough head.
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Ro-ver knew not one half
His lit-tle mas-ter said;
But when he heard him laugh,
He quick-ly raised his head.
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He loved to run a-bout
A-mong the lambs and sheep,
Which lay in groups a-bout,
Ap-pa-rent-ly a-sleep.
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He'd leap a five-barred gate,
And then, with con-scious pride,
For Bertie's com-ing wait
Up-on the oth-er side.
BERTIE AND ROVER.
THE SHARK.
What great fish is this? It is a shark. He is fast now, and the men will soon have him up on the ship's deck, where they will make an end of him.
Sharks are ve-ry fierce. They are so large, too, that they can eat up a man with-out a-ny trou-ble. In some parts of the world peo-ple nev-er dare go in bath-ing, be-cause of them. You can see in the pic-ture what great teeth they have. This fel-low has been at ma-ny a bad piece of work, I have no doubt; but now all his pranks are at an end. He has fol-lowed the ship mile af-ter mile to pick up a-ny scraps that were thrown o-ver, and they have tast-ed so well, that when he saw a great piece of pork come splash in-to the wa-ter, he swal-lowed it down with-out stopping to think that there might be a hook in it. Then all at once he found that he was fast. Strug-gle as hard as he could, it was of no use; he was held fast.
THE SHARK.