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his trunk, and at times trumpeting in low, bass tones. When he saw us approach he seized the book from the rack and dashed it at me with all his force.
"Ulysses," I said, "keep calm."
"Look out!" cried Akbar; "he is 'must.' Beware!"
With a terrific roar Ulysses turned, and sprang in great, ponderous leaps out of the garden. Briggs, who was in his path, dropped his rake and flung
