Oliver Herford: Illustrations for MR. RABBIT AT HOME

 BROTHER LION WATCHED ME.

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 "HOW DID YOU GET HERE'"

 SHE WAITED A LITTLE WHILE.

 PRESENTLY THEY CAME TO A PRECIPICE.

ONE OF THEM WAS  ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM ALL THE REST.

THEY SAW THE HANDSOME BOY SLEEPING.

 HER STEPMOTHER CREPT INTO THE ROOM.

 SHE WOULD HAVE KNELT, BUT HE LIFTED HER UP.

HE WENT A LITTLE WAY DOWN ONE ROAD.

 A LADY, RICHLY DRESSED, CAME OUT OF THE WOODS.

 AS HE DID SO, A CROW HOPPED OUT.

 HE SAW AN OLD MAN, NO BIGGER THAN A BROOMSTICK.

 THE WOODEN HORSE HAS STAMPEDED THE ENEMY'S ARMY.

 YOU NEVER HEARD SUCH HOWLING SINCE YOU WERE BORN.

 HE WAS SO WEAK THAT HE COULDN'T GET UP.

 THE MONKEYS WOULD MAKE FACES AND SQUEAL AT THE DOGS.

 "WHAT IS THE TROUBLE?" SAYS THE OLDEST RABBIT.

 HE RUBBED THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD.

 A  QUEER LOOKING MAN CAME JOGGING ALONG THE ROAD.

 "HAVE YOU SEEN ANYTHING OF A STRAY SHOE?"

 A HORRIBLE MONSTER GLARED AT THEM.

 THE BOY TOLD UNCLE RAIN THE WHOLE STORY.

 AT LAST THE ROBBERS MANAGED TO ESCAPE.

 "HIT, STICK! STICK, HIT!" SHE CRIED.

IT MADE HIM GRIN FROM EAR TO EAR.

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The book was published in 1895.