Part 20 (2/2)
”I want a clean cup,” interrupted the Hatter, ”let's all move one place on”
He moved as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare ly, took the place of the March Hare The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage froood deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset theinto his plate
Alice did not wish to offend the Doran very cautiously: ”But I don't understand Where did they draw the treacle from?”
”You can draater out of a water-well,” said the Hatter; ”so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh stupid?”
”But they were _in_ the well,” Alice said to the Dor to notice this last remark
”Of course they were,” said the Dormouse,--”well in”
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dor it
”They were learning to draw,” the Doretting very sleepy; ”and they drew all ins with an M--”
”Why with an M?” said Alice
”Why not?” said the March Hare
Alice was silent
The Dor off into a doze, but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on, ”--that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the s are ' as a drawing of a muchness?”
”Really, now you ask me,” said Alice, very much confused, ”I don't think--”
”Then you shouldn't talk,” said the Hatter
This piece of rudeness was ust, and walked off: the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last ti to put the Dormouse into the teapot
LEWIS CARROLL: ”The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland”
THE SLAVE'S DREAM
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his ain, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land
Wide through the landscape of his dreaer flowed; Beneath the pal he strode; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain road
He saw onceher children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!-- A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand
And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel S his stallion's flank
Before hioes flew; Froht, O'er plains where the tarew, Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts, And the ocean rose to view