Excerpt from The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes On the 23d December, 1884, I felt a little feverish. There was a full moon at the time, and, in couse quenco, every dog near my tent was haying it. The brutes assembled in twos and threes and drove me fran tic. A few days previously I had shot one loud-mouthed singer and suspended his carcass in terrorem about fifty yards from my tent-door, but his friends fell upon, fought for, and ultimately devoured the body and, as it seemed to me, sang their hymns of thanksgiving afterwards with renewed energy. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.