Obedient to the whip of his brutal master, he never refused the required leap; for minutes at a time his legs and petticoat described confused circles in the air, appearing to have taken a final leave of the earth; but, the effort ended, he invariably descended to the ground with a quiet dignity and composure that showed how little the inward monkey partook of the antics of the outward animal.

Drawing my companion a little aside, I ventured to suggest a few thoughts to him on the subject.
"Really, Captain Poke, it appears to me there is great injustice in the treatment of these poor creatures!" I said.

"What right have these two foul-looking blackguards to seize upon beings much more interesting to the eye and, I dare say, far more intellectual than themselves, and cause them to throw their legs about in this extravagant manner, under the penalty of stripes, and without regard to their feelings or their convenience?
I say, sir, the measure appears to me intolerably oppressive, and it calls for prompt redress." "King!" "King or subject, it does not alter the moral deformity of the act.

What have these innocent beings done that they should be subjected to this disgrace?
Are they not flesh and blood like ourselves--do they not approach nearer to our form and, for aught we know to the contrary, to our reason, than any other animal?
and is it tolerable that our nearest imitations, our very cousins, should be thus dealt by?
Are they dogs that they are treated like dogs ?" "Why, to my notion, Sir John, there isn't a dog on 'arth that can take such a summerset.

Their flapjacks are quite extraor'nary!" "Yes, sir, and more than extraordinary; they are oppressive.