Well, I must tell you the story, for it has a moral, too--indeed several morals; but you'll find that out for yourself.

Well, it seems that one day the Knight of Kerry was walking along the Strand in London, killing an hour's time, till the house was done prayers, and Hume tired of hearing himself speaking; his eye was caught by an enormous picture displayed upon the wall of a house, representing a human figure covered with long dark hair, with huge nails upon his hands, and a most fearful expression of face.
At first the Knight thought it was Dr.Bowring; but on coming nearer he heard a man with a scarlet livery and a cocked hat, call out, 'Walk in, ladies and gentlemen--the most vonderful curiosity ever exhibited--only one shilling--the vild man from Chippoowango, in Africay--eats raw wittles without being cooked, and many other surprising and pleasing performances.' "The knight paid his money, and was admitted.

At first the crowd prevented his seeing any thing--for the place was full to suffocation, and the noise awful--for, besides the exclamations and applause of the audience, there were three barrel-organs, playing 'Home, sweet Home!' and 'Cherry Ripe,' and the wild man himself contributed his share to the uproar.

At last, the Knight obtained, by dint of squeezing, and some pushing a place in the front, when, to his very great horror, he beheld a figure that far eclipsed the portrait without doors.
"It was a man nearly naked, covered with long, shaggy hair, that grew even over his nose and cheek bones.

He sprang about, sometimes on his feet, sometimes, all-fours, but always uttering the most fearful yells, and glaring upon the crowd, in a manner that was really dangerous.