Mansie thought to himself that the calf-hides would make a nice waistcoat, so he ran forward, and the seal-mother rowed herself over the face of the rock with her fins into the sea, but the two young ones had not the wit to flee. Mansie stayed and watched her too, and after a while, she gave birth to two fine seal-calves, who were no sooner on the rocks than they clutched at their mother. And it was she who was moaning, whilst the father-seal lay out in the water watching her. So Mansie crossed an intervening rock, and there, in a crevice, he saw a mother-seal lying in labour. And Mansie noticed that the seal was not frightened and never ducked his head once, but gazed continually at that creek. For a while Mansie could see nothing except a big seal close in to the rocks, who was craning his neck above the surface, and peering at a creek some distance off. Sometimes it would be like the sob of a woman, and sometimes louder, like the cry of a dying cow, but it was always a most pitiful sound. The thing was a Ī long time ago, one Mansie Meur was gathering limpets at the ebb tide, off Hackness, when he heard a strange sound coming from the rocks some distance off. So, at length, I paid my twopence, and I saw - a seal! There it lay, at the bottom of a miniature bear-pit, and with its wistful face and its great pathetic eyes it really did look quite as human as the majority of its audience.
She was as large as life, and, by all accounts, she was more than twice as natural.
She must be a wonderful person, this mermaid: she could swim, she could eat, and, at times, she could even talk. The man stood in the doorway, shouting, to attract the passerby, and there was a picture too, to aid him: the picture of a wondrous creature with flaxen hair and a hectic flush, and decked with a silvern tail. I admit I did not expect to see a mermaid, but I was tired of peep-shows and waxworks and fasting men, and there was something so incongruous in the idea of a mermaid, even an imaginary one, being exhibited in this rickety booth, by the light of a naphtha lamp, that, for a moment, I stopped to listen. “Walk up! Walk up! and see the marvellous mermaid! Only four sous!” It was at the Gingerbread Fair of Neuilly, and the showman was a squat little fellow, ridiculously like the gingerbread figures which his neighbour was selling, and from which the Fair derives its name. Victoria and Albert Museum, South Kensington, London, opened in 1852 as the Museum of Manufactu… United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, Museums, Military History.“WALK up!” he shouted from the tent door. any of several small plants of the arum family, in particular three North American species (genus Arisaema) with a green or… Victoria And Albert Museum, Victoria and Albert Museum The foundation of museums was an offshoot of the great explosion of knowledge in the early modern period which stemmed from the invention of… jack-in-the-pulpit, jack-in-the-pul a playing card bearing a… Museums, museums.
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