5/12 A telegraph pole is just knee-high to this monster, and from that you can judge its speed of locomotion. It never gets out of wind, carries a bag of reputations made up in cold hash, so that it does not have to stop for victuals. It goes so fast that sometimes five million people have seen it the same morning. The crow has no faculty compared with this for finding carrion. It has scented something a hundred miles off, and before night "treed" its game. |