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Title: Clara In Blunderland
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Caroline Lewis, pseud.
Subjects: Satire Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Caricatures and cartoons Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Satire Political science Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898, Parodies, imitations, etc
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he picturesin the weekly ones, and so she knew who Digitized by Google BOERDOM. 75 these flower-people were. There were Dr.Leyds, and Mr. Hoffmeyer, and Mr. Steyn,and Herr von Schreiner, and ever so manymore. Its no use my talking to them she said. They can only speak double Dutch, and Ishouldnt believe what they said if I did under-stand it. So she walked along, with her headin the air. What a lot there were, to be sure! Cronje, and Smuts, and Te Water, andDelarey, and Viljoen, and Grobelaar, and—- and—Yes! there he was, and she clapped herhands for joy. Yes! It was de Wet. Now I have got you, she cried, and triedto pick him. For, said she, Auntie wouldso like to put him in water. But when she put out her hand she prickedher finger with a thorn. Oh you nastything! she exclaimed, as she sucked theinjured finger. And when she looked up the flower hadfaded away. Digitized by Google 76 BOERDOM. She liked the flowers better than the beasts,however. They were not beautiful, but, at any
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rate, they looked less creepy than the creep-ing things. There were beds and beds of these Boerflowers, but she missed one face, and a faceClara knew far better than all the others.Why isnt it here? she asked herself, and Digitized by Google BOERDOM. 77 just then she saw three gardeners busily paint-ing a large rose tree. Thats a funny thing for gardeners to bedoing, she said to herself, as she went up tothem. How dare you ? she said angrily, for shehad heard that it was the height of folly to tryand paint the lily, and knew it must be quite asbad to colour the rose. Hush ! my dear, said one of the gardeners,who had just finished wrangling with theothers. Dont make a noise. You see, werea paintin of old Kroojers face on all theseflowers, because hes left this garden long ago.Hes made his pile and gone into private life,and he dont take no interest in the place now.But weve got to pretend hes here or else ourjob would be gone. The whole garden wouldcollapse if people knew he was out of

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