“I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will!Yes, weekly from Southampton, Great steamers, white and gold, Go rolling down to Rio(Roll down—roll down to Rio!) And I'd like to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old!I've never seen a Jaguar, Nor yet an ArmadillO dilloing in his armour, And I s'pose I never will,Unless I go to RioThese wonders to beholdRoll down—roll down to RioRoll really down to Rio!Oh, I'd love to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old!”

“O it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy 'ow's your soul/But it's thin red line of heroes when the drums begin to roll.”

“Only the keeper seesthat,where the ring-dove broodsand the badgers roll at ease,there was once a road through the woods”

“HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow was wild, and the Sheep was wild, and the Pig was wild—as wild as wild could be—and they walked in the Wet Wild Woods by their wild lones. But the wildest of all the wild animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.”

“Rio rios.”

“It was seven o’clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day’s rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!” said Father Wolf. “It is time to hunt again.” He was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: “Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.”

“I lay on my stomach, reached down and poked him. He rolled up. Then, feeling safe, I suppose, he slowly unrolled. He travelled a few inches in his hundred legs and I touched him again. He rolled up. Feeling sleepy, I decided to end things. My hand was going down on him when Jem spoke.”