This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...Phil, bade him take a seat, which he immediately did on the counter. "You're surrounded by pleasant company here," observed Pax, gazing intently at the pelican of the wilderness. "Well, yes; but it's rather silent company," said Aspel. "Did that fellow, now," continued Pax, pointing to the owl, " die of surprise?" "Perhaps he did, but I wasn't present at his death," returned the other. "Well, now, I do like this sort o' thing." Little Pax said this with such genuine feeling, and looked round him with such obvious inteiest, that Aspel, with some surprise, asked him why he liked it. "Why? because from my earliest years I always was fond of animals. No matter what sort they wos, I liked 'em all--birds an' beasts an' fishes, flyers and creepers, an' squeakers and flutterers," said the boy, clasping both hands over one knee, and rocking himself to and fro on the counter, while he gazed into the owl's face with the air of one whose mind is rambling far away into the remote past. "Once on a time," he continued, sadly, " I dwelt in the country. I was born in the country. I 'm a sort o' country gentleman by nature, so to speak, and would have bin revellin' in the country to this day if a perwerse fate hadn't driven me into the town--a very perwerse fate indeed." "Indeed?" said Aspel, unable to restrain a laugh at his visitor's old-fashioned ways, "what sort of fate was it?" "A perwerse one, didn't I tell you?" "Yes, but wherein consisted its perversity? How did it act, you know?" "Ah, its perwersity consisted in drivin' me into town in a market-cart," said Pax. "You must know that my perwerse fate was a uncle. He was a big brute. I don't mean to speak of 'im disrespectfully. I merely give 'im his proper name. He was a market-gardener and kept cows--also a...