Hubert soon found himself the lonely tenant of an iron cage.

2. During the first part of his imprisonment, I would occasionally come to his cage in the evening, to while away some of his lonely hours. As soon as the door was opened, he would bound joyously out; and then, after kissing each other in the tenderest manner, we would commence a game of hide-and-seek. One evening, however, he embraced me so lovingly, that I should have been crushed, had not my comrades run to my aid, and with their scabbards relieved me from his formidable caresses. This was the last time that we indulged in this game.

3. In the autumn of 1847 it was determined that Hubert should be sent to Paris; and I was ordered to accompany him. The captain of the vessel that carried us across the Mediterranean allowed me to have the cage open for a few hours at a time, when Hubert was eating his meals, having first stretched cables across the deck to prevent the curious passengers from coming too near my pet.

4. As soon as the door had been

opened, Hubert came out, and after thanking me for the privilege, after his fashion, and giving me as many tokens of his regard as the circumstances would permit, he walked up and down the deck as far as his chain would permit him to go. Then he ate his breakfast, which usually consisted of a beefsteak of about ten pounds, and, having completed his ablutions and made his toilet, he would lie down in the sun to take a nap. When the hour of recreation was passed, he entered his cell, deafening us a little with his complaints against the narrowness of his berth, and then awaited very patiently his dinner-time.

5. Upon reaching Toulon, we separated, he to go to Marseilles, and I to see my family. But Hubert was ever at my side, if not in person, at least in spirit, and I constantly mistook the sound of the mountain torrents for the first low tones of his voice. I could not stay away from him any longer, and I therefore returned to Marseilles.

6. Although only a only a few weeks had elapsed since I left my pet, I could not help feeling shocked at the change that

was apparent in his whole bearing. He was no longer the same being. After the

first joy of meeting had passed, he relapsed again into mournful indifference. His look seemed to say to me, "Why did you leave me? Where am I? Where are they taking me to? You have come

back, but will you stay?"

7. I was so much moved by his mute. eloquence, that I could not remain in the room with him, but left it abruptly. As I went out, I heard him bounding in his cage, roaring with anger. I hastened back to his side, when he became calm, and laid himself down against the bars, where I could pat him with my hand. In a little while he went to sleep with my arm resting on his head, and I stole away on tiptoe, that I might not trouble his repose. 8. The next time I saw Hubert was at the Garden of Plants, in 1st day of January, 1848. panied by a lady and her daughter, who desired to be present at my first interview with him.

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Grammar. (1) Parse "As I went out, I heard him bounding in his cage, roaring with anger." (2) Point out the prepositions in paragraph 7.

1. On entering the department of the garden appropriated to wild animals, I was astonished at the narrow limits in which they were obliged to live, and repelled by the pestilential odour that proceeded from their dens. While I was slowly approaching the cage of my friend, thinking of the unpleasant subjects that had been suggested to my mind, he was lying down half asleep, regarding at intervals, with half-shut eyes, the persons who were passing and repassing before him.

2. All of a sudden, he raised his head, his tail moved, his eyes dilated, a nervous motion contracted the muscles of his face. He had seen the uniform of the troop, but had not yet recognised his friend. Nevertheless, his searching eye scanned me from head to foot, as though seeking some point of recognition. I drew nearer and nearer; and, no longer able to restrain

my emotion, I stretched out my hand to him through the bars.

3. "Hubert," I said, as I laid my hand upon him, "my old soldier!" Not another word. With a furious bound and a roar

of welcome, he sprang against the iron bars, that bent and shivered with the blow. My friends fled in terror, calling on me to do the same. with his cheek against

Hubert, standing the grating, at