Shall I be car–ri–ed toe the skies, on flow'ry BEDS of ease, Whilst others fight to win the prize, and sail thro' BLOODY seas?
About half past ten the cracked bell of the small church began to ring, and presently the people began to gather for the morning sermon. The Sunday school children distributed themselves about the house and occupied pews with their parents, so as to be under supervision.
BARK! BARK! GRRRRR!
Aunt Polly came, and Tom and Sid and Mary sat with her and Tom being placed next the aisle, in order that he might be as far away from the open window and the seductive outside summer scenes as possible.
Now he lapsed into suffering again, as the dry argument was resumed. Presently he bethought him of a treasure he had and got it out. It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws—a "pinchbug," he called it. It was in a percussion–cap box.
YELP! YIP! YELP! YIP! YIP!
The dog looked foolish, and probably felt so; but there was resentment in his heart, too, and a craving for revenge. So he went to the beetle and began a wary attack on it again; jumping at it from every point of a circle, lighting with his fore–paws within an inch of the creature, making even closer snatches at it with his teeth, and jerking his head till his ears flapped again.
But he grew tired once more, after a while; tried to amuse himself with a fly but found no relief; followed an ant around, with his nose close to the floor, and quickly wearied of that; yawned, sighed, forgot the beetle entirely, and sat down on it
Then there was a wild yelp and the poodle went sailing up in the air and the yelps continued, and so did the dog; he crossed the house in front of the altar; he flew down the other aisle he clamored up the home stretch his anguish grew with his progress, till presently he was but a woolly comet moving in. At last the puppy sheered from its course, and sprang into its master's lap, he flung it out of the window, and the voice of distress thinned away and died in the distance.