A small boy who was spending the summer in the country was much annoyed by the mosquitoes. One night he stood their bites as long as lie was able, hut at length wailed forth, • Oh, I wish I was a skeeter, and the skeeter me, and then wouldn’t 1 bite that skeeter !’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 50, 12 December 1891, Page 691
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52Untitled New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 50, 12 December 1891, Page 691
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