"Great chief, I surrender."

His name was Wocky-bocky. He dismounted and approached me. I saw his
tomahawk glisten in the morning sunlight. Fire was in his eye.
Wocky-bocky came very close

(_Pointing to Panorama_)

to me and seized me by the hair of my head. He mingled his swarthy
fingers with my golden tresses, and he rubbed his dreadful tomahawk
across my lily-white face. He said:

"Torsha arrah darrah mishky bookshean!"

I told him he was right.

Wocky-bocky again rubbed his tomahawk across my face, and said:

"Wink-ho-loo-boo!"

Says I, "Mr. Wocky-bocky," says I, "Wocky, I have thought so for years,
and so's all our family."

He told me I must go to the tent of the Strong Heart and eat raw dog.
It don't agree with mo. I prefer simple food. I prefer pork-pie,
because then I know what I'm eating. But as raw dog was all they
proposed to give to me I had to eat it or starve. So at the expiration
of two days I seized a tin plate and went to the chief's daughter, and
I said to her in a silvery voice--in a kind of German-silvery voice--I
said:

"Sweet child of the forest, the pale-face wants his dog."

There was nothing but his paws. I had paused too long--which reminds
me that time passes--a way which time has. I was told in my youth to
seize opportunity. I once tried to seize one. He was rich; he had
diamonds on. As I seized him he knocked me down. Since then I have
learned that he who seizes opportunity sees the penitentiary.

SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS.

THE JUMPING FROG OF CALAVERAS COUNTY.

"Well, there was a feller here once by the name of Jim Smiley in the
winter of '49, or may be it was the spring of '50--I don't recollect
exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the other is
because I remember the big flume warn't finished when he first come to
the camp. But any way, he was the curiousest man about, always betting
on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get any body to
bet on the other side; and if he couldn't he'd change sides. Any way
that suited the other side would suit _him_--any way just so's he got a
bet _he_ was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon lucky; he
most always came out winner. He was always ready and laying for a
chance. There couldn't be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that
feller'd offer to bet on it and take any side you please, as I was just
telling you. If there was a horse-race you'd find him flush or you