A WIRY TERRIER.
"Tell me," said the cannibal king to the Scotsman who had all unwittingly strayed into his land—"tell me, before I eat you, of the wonderous new things you have in your native country—of the carts that go without horses, and the letters that go without postmen—telegrams I think you call them. What are telegrams ?" Sandy ran his fingers through his upright hair. "It's a deefficult thing to explain," he answered. "You see " "Tell me !" roared the king. Sandy made a dash for it. "Well," he began, hurriedly, "it's like this. If you could stretch my terrier pup frae Oban to Tobermory, an' if you was to slap its head in Oban an' it waggit its tail in Tobermory, an' if I was to tread on its tail in Tobermory an' it bit someone in Oban—well, your majesty, that's jist what a telegraph is like !'
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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2902, 17 January 1911, Page 7
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147A WIRY TERRIER. Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2902, 17 January 1911, Page 7
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