nd older ones.

I imagine that a quantity of coarse salt was thrown every little while
into the larger space now given me, else I could scarcely have lived.
But my keepers were attentive and kind, the young Folks threw me many
kinds of strange food, and "Bless my lights!" as Jack would say, what
kind of things do Folks live on!

Great quantities of little oblong balls, snapped out of a shell,
different from any kind of shell I had ever seen before, were thrown me
nearly every hour of the day. Oh, yes, they were called "peanuts."
Really, I liked them, only it took about a hundred to get enough to chew
on.

Then there were white things, making me think of some small shells, as
there were peeps of yellow inside. Ah, I remember again, they were named
"popcorn." I preferred the peanuts.

I didn't know what to think of "taffy." Jinks! how it stuck to a
fellow's jaws! Bah! the whole lot of stuff called "candy" was too sweet
and sticky.

Some jolly-looking people that came to the park for what they called a
"picnic," tossed me queer food named "doughnuts," and "ginger-snaps."
Yes, I liked them, too, particularly the snaps. Then there was an
everlasting fruit named "banana" that I liked at first, it was so soft
and slipped down so easily, but I had too much of it, and grew tired of
it.

I grew tame, would raise my great head close to the strong wire-netting,
and over would come all kinds of what Folks call "treats." Once,
however, a man-Folk threw me part of a small round, dark roll or stick,
such as men-Folks put in their mouths at one end, and send out smoke
from the other end.

Boo, bumaloo, what stuff! bitter and horrid! Men-Folks must have a queer
taste to enjoy tasting and smoking such black, weedy things. One taste
of a "cigar" was enough for me.

I was sorry not to see the boy Roland or the little girl Amy again, but
I think they may have gone to some other land-place, and so could not
come to the park. But although I saw so many other pleasant young Folks,
I did not forget them.

Then, to my sorrow, just as I was getting used to things, although
always in a homesick way, I heard the keepers talking, and learned that
I was to be moved to another great city, where there was to be an
"exposition," or a showing of strange and useful things from many
different lands and seas, really an "exhibition."

I began growing flabby and thin. My spirits were at ebb-tide, very low.
I felt as if pining to death. Ah, me! I