{"id":51,"date":"2012-11-01T17:27:36","date_gmt":"2012-11-01T17:27:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/themes.wpbox.net\/written\/?p=51"},"modified":"2022-02-23T09:58:09","modified_gmt":"2022-02-23T09:58:09","slug":"other-poets-have-warbled-the-praises-of-the-soft-eye-of-the-antelope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themestate.com\/demo\/scroller\/minimalist\/2012\/11\/01\/other-poets-have-warbled-the-praises-of-the-soft-eye-of-the-antelope\/","title":{"rendered":"Other poets have warbled praises of soft eye of the antelope"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The field mouse, now that it was freed from its enemy, stopped short; and coming slowly up to the Woodman it said, in a squeaky little voice: Oh, thank you! Thank you ever so much for saving my life. Don’t speak of it, I beg of you, replied the Woodman. I have no heart, you know, so I am careful to help all those who may need a friend, even if it happens to be only a mouse. Only a mouse! cried the little animal, indignantly.  Why, I am a Queen, the Queen of all the Field Mice!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, indeed,” said the Woodman, making a bow. “Therefore you have done a great deed, as well as a brave one, in saving my life,” added the Queen. At that moment several mice were seen running up as fast as their little legs could carry them, and when they saw their Queen they exclaimed:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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“We will!” cried all the mice, in a shrill chorus. And then they scampered in all directions, for Toto had awakened from his sleep, and seeing all these mice around him he gave one bark of delight and jumped right into the middle of the group. Toto had always loved to chase mice when he lived in Kansas, and he saw no harm in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, your Majesty, we thought you would be killed! <\/h3>\n\n\n\n

How did you manage to escape the great Wildcat?” They all bowed so low to the little Queen that they almost stood upon their heads. “This funny tin man,” she answered, “killed the Wildcat and saved my life. So hereafter you must all serve him, and obey his slightest wish.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

  • He threw himself upon his back and fairly wallowed at my feet; jumped up and sprang upon me, rolling me upon the ground by his great weight; then wriggling and squirming around me like a playful puppy presenting its back for the petting it craves. <\/li>
  • I could not resist the ludicrousness of the spectacle, and holding my sides I rocked back and forth in the first laughter which had passed my lips in many days; the first, in fact, since the morning Powell had left camp when his horse, long unused, had precipitately and unexpectedly bucked him off headforemost into a pot of frijoles.<\/li>
  • My laughter frightened Woola, his antics ceased and he crawled pitifully toward me, poking his ugly head far into my lap; and then I remembered what laughter signified on Mars\u2014torture, suffering, death. <\/li>
  • Quieting myself, I rubbed the poor old fellow’s head and back, talked to him for a few minutes, and then in an authoritative tone commanded him to follow me, and arising started for the hills.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n

    There was no further question of authority between us; Woola was my devoted slave from that moment hence, and I his only and undisputed master. My walk to the hills occupied but a few minutes, and I found nothing of particular interest to reward me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

    My morning’s walk had been large with importance to me for it had resulted in a perfect understanding with Woola, upon whom Tars Tarkas relied for my safe keeping. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

    Numerous brilliantly colored and strangely formed wild flowers dotted the ravines and from the summit of the first hill I saw still other hills stretching off toward the north, and rising, one range above another, until lost in mountains of quite respectable dimensions; though I afterward found that only a few peaks on all Mars exceed four thousand feet in height; the suggestion of magnitude was merely relative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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