section 58 of the Animal Storybook. This is a LibreDocs recording. All LibreDocs recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreDocs.org. The Animal Storybook, edited by Andrew Lang. Mr. Bolt, The Scotch Terrier, by Mr. Jesse. All children who know anything of dogs or cats will have found out very soon that the ugly ones are generally far cleverer and more sensible than the pretty ones, who are very apt to think too much of themselves, and who will spend a long time admiring themselves in the glass just as if they were vain men and women.  Now luckily for himself, Mr. Bolt, the hero of this story, was quite a plain dog. There could be no doubt about it, and those who loved him did so because he was useful and good company, and not because he was elegant or graceful. Bolt was a large Scotch Terrier, rough and hairy with a thick sort of grey fringe, and great dark eyes looking out from underneath the fringe. His tail and his legs are very short, and his back was very long, so long that he reminded one of a furniture van more than anything else. But clever though he was, Bolt had his faults, and the worst of them was that he was very apt to take offense when none was intended, and was far too ready to pick a quarrel and to hit out with all his might. He probably owed some of this love of fighting to the country in which he was born. For, although a Scotch dog by descent, he was Irish by birth, and his earliest home was near Dublin. As everybody knows, the happiest moment of an Irish man's life is when he is fighting something or somebody, and Bolt in his youth was as reckless as any Irishman of them all. He was hardly a year old when he turned upon his own mother, who had done something to displease him when they were chained together in a stable, and never let her throat go until she was stone dead. Cats too were his natural enemies, whom he fought and conquered when no dogs were at hand. And sometimes he would steal out at night from his master's bed, where he always slept, and go for a chase by the light of the moon. Early one morning a fearful noise was heard in the house, and when his master, unable to bear it any longer, got out of bed to see what had happened. He found a strange cat lying on the stairs quite dead, and a house cat with which Bolt was barely on speaking terms, sitting in a friendly manner by the side of the conqueror. It is supposed that the strange cat had been led either by motives of curiosity or robbery to enter by some open window, and that the house cat, unable to drive him out, had welcomed Bolt's ready help for the purpose. Fighter though he was by nature, Bolt had inherited enough Scotch caution not to begin a quarrel unless he had a fair chance of victory. But he was generous, and sold him attack dogs smaller than himself unless he was forced into it, or really had nothing better to do.  He hated being shut up too, and showed amazing cleverness in escaping from prison. If that was quite impossible, he did the next best thing which was to gnaw and destroy every article he could in any way reach. One day, when he had behaved so oddly that his family feared he must be going mad, children had been known to frighten their parents in a similar way. He was chained up in a little room, and feeling too angry to sleep, he amused himself all night with tearing a Bible, several shoes and a rug, while he gnawed a hole through the door, and bit through the leg of a table. In the morning when his master came to look at him, he seemed quite recovered, and very well pleased with himself. As you will see, Bolt had plenty of faults, but he also had some very good qualities, and when he did not think himself insulted by somebody's behaviour, he could show a great deal of sense. One night, the cook had been sitting up very late, baking bread for the next day, and being very tired, she fell asleep by the kitchen-thire, and a spark fell out on her woolen dress. As there was no blaze, and a girl was a heavy sleeper, she would most likely never have waked at all until it was too late. Only luckily for her, the smell reached Bolt's nose as he was lying curled up on his master's bed, near the door which always stood open. Before rousing the house, and giving them all a great fright, he thought he had better make sure exactly what was wrong, so he ran thirst down to the kitchen from which the smell seemed to come, and finding the cook half-stupified by the smoke he rushed back to call his master. This he managed to do by tearing up and down the room, leaping on the bed and pulling off all the clothes, so that the poor man was quite cold. His master was much astonished at the state of excitement Bolt was in, and feared at first that he had gone mad, but after a few minutes he decided that he would get up and see what was the matter. Bolt went carefully before him into the kitchen, and sat down by the side of the sleeping girl, turning his face anxiously to the door, to make sure that his master should make no mistake. So in a few seconds the fire was put out, and the girl escaped with nothing worse than a slight scorching. I might tell you many stories of Bolt and his funny ways, but I have only room for one now. After some time his mistress and her daughter left the house in which Bolt had spent so many years, and took lodgings in Dublin. Bolt went with them, but when they all arrived the land-aided eclairgy did not like dogs, and Bolt must be placed elsewhere. Now this was very awkward. Of course it was out of the question that Bolt could be left behind, yet he was too late to make other arrangements. So after some consideration he was sent back to some lodgings nearby, where his master had formerly lived, and where they promised to take great care of him. His young mistress called every day to carry him off for a walk, and she often tried to get him to enter the house she herself was living in. But nothing would persuade the offended Bolt to go inside the door. He would sit on the step for some time, hoping she would be persuaded to return with him. When he found that was hopeless he walked proudly back to his own rooms. His mistress stayed in that house for nearly a year, and in all that time Bolt never forgot or forgave the slight put upon him, or could be induced to enter the house. Indeed his feelings were so bitterly hurt, that even when they all set up house again it was months before Bolt could be got to do anything more than pay his family a call now and then, and sometimes dying with them. So you see, it is a serious thing to offend a dog, and he needs to be as deadly handled as a human being. End of Section 58, Section 59 of the Animal Story Book. This silly Brevox recording. All Brevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit lebrevox.org. Recording by April 6090, California, United States of America. The Animal Story Book, edited by Andrew Lang. A Raven's Funeral. By Mrs. Lang. A Raven's Funeral. In the days of Tiberius, the Emperor, there was a young raven hatched in a nest upon the Church of Caster and Pollux, which, to make a trial how he could fly, took his first flight into a shoemaker's shop just over against the said church. The master of the shop was well enough content to receive this bird, as commanded to him from so sacred a place, and in that regard set great store by it. This raven in short time became acquainted to man's speech, began to speak, and every morning would fly up to the top of the roaster, or public pulpit for orations. When, turning to the open forum or market place, he would salute and bid good morrow to Tiberius Caesar, and after him to Germanicus, Andrusus, the young princes, every one by their names, and in none the people of Rome also that past, and when he had done so afterwards would fly again to the shoemaker's shop for a fore said. This duty practiced yay and continued for many years together to the great wonder and admiration of all men.  Whereat the people took such indignation that they, rising in an uproar, drove him out of the street and made that quarter of the city too hot for him, and not long after murdered him for it. But contrary wise the carcass of the raven was solemnly interred, and the funeral performed with all the ceremonial obsequies that could be devised, for the corpse of this bird was bestowed in a coffin, couch or bed, and the same bedeck with chaplets of fresh flowers of all sorts, carried upon the shoulders of two black amours with minstrels before, sounding the whole voice and playing on the fife, as far as the funeral fire, which was piled and made in the right hand of the cosy apia in a certain plain for open field. So highly reputed the people of Rome, that ready wit and apt disposition in a bird, as they thought it is sufficient cause to ordain a sumptuous burial therefore. End of Section 59 Section 60 of the Animal Storybook. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Bill Moseley. The Animal Storybook, edited by Andrew Lang. A Strange Tiger, Bing Lee's Animal Biography. In the year 1790, a baby tiger only six weeks old, whose skin was most beautifully marked in black and yellow, and whose figure was as perfectly modeled as the figure of any tiger could be, was put on board a large East India company ship called the Pit, to be brought to London as a present to George III. Of course, in those days, no one ever thought of coming through the Red Sea, but all vessels sailed all the way round by the Atlantic, so the voyage naturally took many months, especially if the winds were unfavorable. Under these circumstances, it was as well to choose your fellow passengers carefully, as you had to live such a long time with them. Unlike most of its tribe, the little tiger soon made itself at home on board ship. And as it was too small to do much harm, it was allowed to run about loose and played with anybody who had time for a game. They generally liked to sleep with the sailors in their hammocks, and they would often pretend to use it for a pillow, as it lay in full length on the deck. Partly out of fun, and partly because it was its nature to do so, the tiger would every now and then steal a piece of meat, if it found one handy. One day it was caught red handed by the carpenter, who took the beef right out of its mouth, and gave it a good beating. But instead of the man getting bitten for his pains, as he might have expected, the tiger took his punishment quite meekly, and bore the carpenter no grudge after. One of its favorite tricks was to run out to the very end of the balsprit, stand there looking over the sea, and there was no place in the whole ship to which it would not climb when the fancy took it. But on the whole the little tiger preferred to have company in its gambles, and was especially fond of dogs, of which there were several on board. They would chase each other and roll over together, just like two puppies, and during the ten months or so that the voyage from China lasted, they had time enough to become fast friends. When the vessel reached London, the tiger was at once taken to the tower, which was the zoological gardens of those days. The little fellow did not mind, for he was always ready to take what came and make the best of it. All the keepers grew as fond of him as the sailors had been. No more is known about him for eleven months when he was quite grown up, and then one day just after he had had his dinner, a black rough-haired terrier pup was put into his cage. Most tigers would have eaten it at once, but not this one, who still remembered his early friends on board ship. He used to watch for the pup every day and lick it all over, taking care never to hurt it with his rough tongue. In general, the terrier had its food outside the cage, but sometimes it was forgotten, and then it would try to snatch a bit of the tiger's meat. But this, the tiger thought impertinent and made the dog understand that it was the one thing he would not stand. After several months of close companionship, the terrier was for some reason taken away, and one day when the tiger awakened from his after dinner nap, he found the terrier gone and a tiny Dutch mastiff in its place. He was surprised, but as usual, made no fuss and proceeded to give it a good lick, much to the alarm of the little mastiff. However, its fright soon wore off, and in a day or two it might be seen barking round him and even biting his feet, which the tiger never objected to, perhaps because he could hardly have felt it. Two years after the tiger had been settled in the tower, the very same carpenter who had beaten him for stealing the beef came back to England and at once paid a visit to his old friend. The tiger was enchanted to see him, and rushing to the grating began rubbing himself against it with delight. The carpenter begged to be let into the cage, and though the keepers did not like it, he declared there was no danger and at last they opened the door. In a moment the tiger was by his side, nearly knocking him down with joy and affection, licking his hands and rubbing his head on his shoulders, and when after two or three hours the carpenter got up to go, the tiger would hardly let him leave the den, for he wanted to keep him there forever. But all tigers cannot be judged by this tiger. End of section sixty, recording by Bill Mosley County, Texas, USA. Section sixty one of The Animal Storybook. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Betty B. The Animal Storybook, edited by Andrew Lang. Halcyons and their biographers by Mrs. Lang. Some of the old writers such as Pliny, Plutarch, Ovid, and Aristotle tell a pretty story about a bird called the Halcyon, which flew sporting over the seas and in midwinter, when the days were shortest, sat on its nest and brooded over its eggs. And Neptune, who loved these small gay plumaged creatures, took pity on them and kept the wave still during the time they're sitting, so that by and by the days that a man's life that were free from storm and tempest became known as his Halcyon days, by which name you will still hear them called. Now, after a careful comparison of the descriptions of the ancient writers, modern naturalists have come to the conclusion that the Halcyon of Pliny and the rest was no other than our beautiful King Fisher, which flashes its lovely green and blue along the rivers and cascades both of the old world and the new. It is now known that the King Fisher is one of the burrowing birds and that it scoops out in the sand or soft earth of the riverbanks, a passage which is often as much as four feet long and grows wider as it recedes from the water. It feeds upon fish and fish bones may be found in large numbers on the floor of the King Fisher's house, which either from laziness or a dislike to change, he inhabits for years together. His eyes are wonderfully quick and he can detect a fish even in turbulent waters from the bow of a tree. Then he makes a rapid dart and rarely misses his prey. No bird has been the subject of so many superstitions and false stories as the King Fisher, which attracted much attention from its great beauty. Ove changes the King of Magnesia and his wife, Alsione, into King Fisher's. Plenty talks of the bird's sweet voice, whereas its note is particularly harsh and ugly. And Plutarch mistakes the sea urchin shell for that of the Alsione. Even the Tartars have a story to tell of this bird and assure us that a feather plucked from a King Fisher and then cast into the water will gain the love of every woman it afterwards touches, while the Ostiax held that the possession of the skin, bill and claws of the King Fisher will ensure the owner a life made up of Halcyon days. End of section 61. Section 62 of the Animal Story Book. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Melissa Jane, Memphis, Tennessee. The Animal Story Book, edited by Andrew Lang. Chapter 62. The Story of a Frog by Miss Blackley. Part 1. Everyone knows what excitement the approach of the shooting season causes to a certain class of people in Paris. One is perpetually meeting some of them on their way back from the canal where they have been getting their hands in by popping at larks and sparrows, dragging a dog after them, and stopping each acquaintance to ask, do you like whales and partridges? Certainly. Oh well, I'll send you some about the second or third of next month. Many thanks! By the way, I hit five sparrows out of eight shots just now! Not bad, was it? First rate indeed! Well, towards the end of August, 1830, one of these sportsmen called at number 109 in the Four Bois Saint-Denis, and on being told that Ducat was at home, climbed to the fifth floor, dragging his dog up step by step, and knocking his gun against every corner until he reached the studio of that imminent painter. However, he only found his brother, Alessandro, one of those brilliant and original persons whose inherent laziness alone prevented his bringing his great natural gifts to perfection. He was universally voted a very good fellow, for his easy good nature made him ready to do or give whatever anyone asked. It was not surprising, therefore, that the newcomer soon managed to persuade Alexandre that nothing could be more delightful than to attend the opening of the shooting season on the plains of Saint-Denis, where, according to General Report, there were swarms of quails, clouds of partridges, and troops of hairs. As a result of this visit, Alexandre de Camp ordered a shooting coat from his tailor, a gun from the first gun makers in Paris, and a pair of gators from an equally celebrated firm, all of which cost him 660 francs, not to mention the price of his license. On August 31st, Alexandre discovered that one important item was still wanting to his outfit, a dog. He went at once to a man who had supplied various models to his brother, Ujens, well-known picture of performing dogs, and asked if he had happened to have any sporting dogs.  Alexandre hinted that it was not usual for a pointer to have such sharp-pointed ears, but the dealer replied that love was an English dog, and that it was considered the very best form for English dogs to have pointed ears. As this statement might be true, Alexandre made no further objections, but paid for the dog and took love home with him. At five o'clock next morning, Alexandre was roused up by his sporting friend, who, scolding him well for not being ready earlier, hurried him off as fast as possible, declaring the whole plane would be shot before they could get there. It was certainly a curious sight. Not a swallow, not even the meanest little sparrow, could rise without a volley of shots after it, and everyone was anxiously on the lookout for any and every sort of bird that could possibly be called game. Alexandre's friend was soon bitten by the general fever and threw himself energetically amidst the excited crowd, whilst Alexandre strolled along more calmly, dutifully followed by love. Now everyone knows that the first duty of any sporting dog is to scour the field and not to count the nails in his master's boots. This thought naturally occurred to Alexandre, and he accordingly made a sign to love and said, Seek! Love promptly stood up on his hind legs and began to dance. Dear me, said Alexandre, as he lowered his gun and contemplated his dog. It appears that love unites the lighter accomplishments to his more serious education. I seem to have made a rather good bargain. However, having bought love to point and not to dance, he waited till the dance was over and repeated in firm tones. Seek! Love stretched himself out at full length and appeared to be dead. Alexandre put his glass into his eye and inspected love. The intelligent creature was perfectly immovable. Not a hair on his body stirred. He might have been dead for 24 hours. This is all very pretty, said Alexandre. But, my friend, this is not the time for jokes. We are here to shoot! Let us shoot!  Love did not stir an inch. Wait a bit, remarked Alexandre as he picked up a stick from the ground and took a step towards love, intending to stir him up with it. Wait a bit. But no sooner did love see the stick in his master's hand than he sprang to his feet and eagerly watched his movements. Alexandre, thinking the dog was at last going to obey, held the stick towards him and for the third time ordered him to seek. Love took a run and sprang gracefully over the stick. Love could do three things to perfection. Dance on his hind legs, sham dead, and jump for the king. Alexandre, however, who did not appreciate the third accomplishment any more than he had done the two others, broke the stick over love's back which sent him off howling to his master's friend. As fate would have it, the friend fired at that very moment and an unfortunate lark fell right into love's jaws. Love thankfully accepted this windfall and made but one mouthful of the lark. The infuriated sportsman threw himself on the dog and seizing him by the throat to force open his jaws thrust in his hand and drew out three tail feathers. The bird itself was not to be thought of.  Your brute of a dog is just avowed as superb quail. Ah, come here if you dare, you rascal. Poor love had not the least wish to go near him. He ran as fast as he could to his master, a shore proof that he preferred blows to kicks. However, the lark seemed to have wedded love's appetite and perceiving creatures of apparently the same kind rise now and then from the ground, he took to scampering about in hopes of some second piece of good luck. Alexandre had some difficulty in keeping up with him, for love hunted his game after a fashion of his own. That is to say, with his head up and his tail down. This would seem to prove that his sight was better than his scent, but it was particularly objectionable to his master, for he put up the birds before they were within reach and then ran barking after them. This went on nearly all day. Towards five o'clock Alexandre had walked about fifteen miles in love at least fifty. The former was exhausted with calling and the latter with barking, when all of a sudden love began to point so firmly and steadily that he seemed changed to stone. At this surprising sight Alexandre, forgetful of all his fatigues and disappointments, hurried up, trembling less love should break off before he could get within reach. No fear, love might have been glued to the spot. Alexandre came up to him, noted the direction of his eyes, and saw that they were fixed on a tuft of grass. And that under this grass there appeared to be some grayish object. Thinking it must be a young bird which had strayed from its covey, he laid down his gun, took his cap in his hand, and cautiously creeping near like a child about to catch a butterfly. He flung the cap over the unknown object, put in his hand, and drew out a frog. Anyone else would have flung the frog away, but Alexandre philosophically reflected that there must certainly be some great future in store for this, the sole result of his day's sport. So he accordingly put the frog carefully into his game bag and brought it home, where he transferred it to an empty glass GM jar and poured the contents of his water bottle on its head. So much care and trouble for a frog may appear excessive, but Alexandre knew what this particular frog had cost him, and he treated it accordingly. It had cost him 660 francs without counting his license. Part two Oh, oh, cried Dr. Theory as he entered the studio next day. So you've got a new inmate. And without paying any attention to Tom's friendly growls or to jocos engaging grimaces, he walked straight up to the jar, which contained Madam Waselle Comargo, as she had already been named. Madam Waselle Comargo unaware that Theory was not only a learned doctor, but also a most intellectual and delightful person fell into swimming round and round her jar as fast as she could go, which however did not prevent her being seized by one of her hind legs.  See, there are the two black spots near the eyes, which give it the name. Now, if you only had a few dozens of this species, I should advise you to have a fricassee made of their hind legs to send for a couple of bottles of good Claret and ask me to dinner. But as you only happen to have one, we will with your leave content ourselves with making a barometer. Now, said Theory, opening a drawer, let us attend to the prisoner's furniture.  Decaux watched him without in the least understanding the object of all these preparations, which the doctor was making with as much care as though for some surgical operation. First, he emptied the powder out of the cartridges into a tray and kept the bullets. Then he threw the brushes and ties to Jaco and kept the handles. What the do so you about? cried Decaux, snatching his two best paint brushes from Jaco. Why, you're ruining my establishment. I'm making a ladder, gravely replied Theory. And true enough, having bored holes in the bullets, he fixed the brush handles into them, so as to form the sides of the ladder using the matches to make the wrongs. Five minutes later, the ladder was completed and placed in the jar, where the weight of the bullets kept it firmly down. No sooner did madam Wasel Camargo find herself the owner of this article of furniture than she prepared to test it by climbing up to the top rung. We shall have rain, said Theory. You don't say so, replied Decaux, and there's my brother who wanted to go out shooting again today. Madam Wasel Camargo does not advise his doing so, remarked the doctor. How so? My dear friend, I have been providing you with an inexpensive but reliable barometer. Each time you see madam Wasel Camargo climb to the top of her ladder, it's a sure sign of rain. When she remains at the bottom, you may count on fine weather. And if she goes up halfway, don't venture out without your umbrella. Changeable, changeable. Dear me, dear me, said Decaux. During the next six months, madam Wasel Camargo continued to foretell the weather with perfect and unerring regularity. But for painful reasons into which we need not inquire too closely, madam Wasel's useful career soon closed and she left a blank in the menagerie. End of Section 62 Most children who were taught music forty or fifty years ago learnt as one of their first tunes and air called the woodpecker tapping on the hollow oak tree. Oak trees are not the only ones that woodpeckers, and especially American woodpeckers, tap on. There is hardly any old tree which they disdain to work upon. Sometimes for food, sometimes for nesting purposes, sometimes it would seem merely for the sake of employment and of keeping their bills in order. For the woodpecker's bill is a very powerful instrument, and can get through a great deal of work. In the case of the ivory-billed woodpecker, it is not only white and hard and strong, but it has a ribbed surface, which tends to prevent its breaking. And even if he does not form one of this class, the woodpecker is as clever in his own line as any carpenter, and more industrious than many. The moment that he notices symptoms of decay in any tree, he flies off to make a careful examination of it. And when he has decided on the best mode of attack, he loses no time, and has even been known to strip all the bark off a dead pine tree of thirty feet long in less than twenty minutes. And this is not in little bits, but in sheets five or six feet long, and as whole as the fleece of a sheep when it is sheared. Of course, different varieties of woodpeckers have little differences in their habits, in the same way that habits differ in different families, but certain customs and ways of digging are common to them all. Every woodpecker, for instance, when placed in a wooden cage, will instantly set to work to dig himself out of it, and to keep him safe, he needs to be surrounded by wire against which his bill is utterly useless. In general, the male and female work by turns at the hole, which is always begun by the male, and is as perfectly round as if it had been measured and drawn from one point to another. For a while the boring is quite straight, and then it takes a sloping direction, so as to provide a partial shelter against the rain. Sometimes the bird will begin by a slope and end in a direct line, but the hole is never straight all through, and the depth varies from two to five feet, according to the kind of woodpecker that is digging. The inside of the nest and the passage to it are as smooth as if they had been polished with a plane, and the chips of wood are often thrown down in a careless manner at some distance, in order that attention may not be attracted to the spot. Often the birds' labors have to begin, especially in orchards, which are favorite nesting places with them, with having to turn out swarms of insects nestling comfortably between the bark and the tree. These he either kills or eats. Anyhow, he never rests until they are safely got rid of. The woodpecker is never still, and, in many respects, is like a mischievous boy. So, as can be imagined, is not very easy to make a pet of. One adventurous person, however, captured a woodpecker in America, and has left us a history of its performances during the three days it lived in captivity. The poor bird was very miserable in its prison, and cried so like a child that many persons were completely taken in. Left alone for a short time in the room while his captor had gone to look after his horse, he examined the room carefully to see where lay his best chance of escape. His quick eye soon detected the plaster between the window and the ceiling, and he began at once to attack the weak place. He worked so hard that when his master returned he had laid bare the last, and had bored a hole bigger than his own head, while the bed was strewn with big fragments of plaster. A very little while longer, and he would have been free, and what a pity that he was disturbed in his work. But his master was most anxious to keep him a little longer, to observe his ways, so he tied him to the leg of the table, and went off to get him some food. By the time the man came back, the mahogany table was lying in bits about the floor, and the woodpecker was looking eagerly around to see what other mischief he could do. He would not eat food of any kind, and died in three days, to the great regret of his captor. End of Section 63, Recording by narrator Jay. Section 64 of the Animal Story Book This is a Libythox recording. All Libythox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit libythox.org The Animal Story Book edited by Andrew Lang Dogs Over the Water by Mrs. Lang No animal, not even the horse, has made itself so many friends as the dog. A whole library might be filled with stories about what dogs have done, and men could learn a great deal from the sufferings dogs have gone through for masters that they love. What other differences there may be between foreigners and Englishmen? There is at any rate none in the behaviour of British and foreign dogs. Love me, love my dog, the proverb runs. But in general, it would be much more to the point to say, love my dog, love me. We do not know anything of the Austrian officer of whose death I am going to tell you, but after hearing what his dog did, we should all have been pleased to make the master's acquaintance. In the early years of this century, when nearly every country in Europe was turned into a battlefield by Napoleon, there was a tremendous fight between the French and the Austrians at Casteliglone in Lombadi, which was then under the Austrian yoke. The battle was hard fought and lasted several hours, but at length the Austrian ranks were broken, and they had to retreat after frightful losses on both sides. After the field had been won, Napoleon, as his custom was, walked around among the dead and dying to see for himself how the day had gone. Not often had he performed this duty amidst a greater scene of blood and horror, and as he came to a spot where the dead were lying fickest, he saw to his surprise a small, long-eared spaniel standing of his feet on the breast of an Austrian officer, and his eyes fixed on his face, waiting to detect the slightest movement. Observed in his watch, the dog never heard the approach of the emperor and his staff. But Napoleon called to one of his attendants and pointed out the spaniel. At the sound of his voice, the spaniel turned round and looked at the emperor, as if he knew that to him only he must appeal for help. And the prayer was not in vain, for Napoleon was very sold and needlessly cruel. The officer was dead and beyond any aid from him, but the emperor did what he could, and gave orders that the dog should be looked after by one of his own men, and the wounded Austrians carefully tended. He knew what it was to be loved as blindly by men, as that officer was loved by his dog. Nearly two years before this time, France was trembling in the power of a set of bloody ruffians, and in Paris especially, no man felt his head to be safe from one hour to the other. Hundreds of harmless people were clapped into prison on the most poultry charges, and if they were not torn to pieces by infuriated crowds, they ended their lives on the guillotine. Among the last of the victims, before the fall of Robespierre, which finished the reign of terror, was a magistrate in one of the departments in the north of France, whom everyone looked up to and respected. It may be thought that it would not have been easy to find a pretext for throwing into prison a man of such an open and honourable life, but when other things failed, a vague accusation of conspiracy against the government was always possible, and accordingly the magistrate was arrested in his own house. No one was there to help him or to share his confinement. He had long sent away his children to places of safety. Some of his relations were in jail, like himself, and his friends dared not come forward. They could have done him no good, would only have shared his fate. In those dark days every man had to suffer alone, and nobly they did it. Only one friend the magistrate had who ventured openly to show his affection, and even he might go no farther than the prison doors, namely his Spaniel, who for twelve years had scarcely left his side. For though dogs were not yet prescribed, the Spaniel's whinings availed nothing, and the gates were shut against him.  At last the dog's spruits gave way, and he went to the house of a friend of the family who knew him well and receded him kindly. Even here, however, he had to be carefully hidden, lest his protector should be charged with shattering the dog of an accused person, and have to pay the penalty on the guillotine. The animals seemed to know what was expected of him, and neither barked or growled as dogs loved to do, and indeed he was too sad to take any interest in what was going on around him. The only bright spot in his day was toward evening, when he was secretly let out, and he made straight for the gate of the prison. The gate was never opened, but he always hoped that this time it would be, and sat on, and the gate of the prison was open. And on, till he felt that his chance was gone for that day. All the prison officials knew him by sight and were sorry for him, and one day the jailer's heart was softened, and he opened the doors and led him to his master's cell. It would be difficult to say which of the two was the happier, and when the time came for the prisoners to be locked up for the night, the man could scarcely tear away the dog, so closely did he cling to his master. However, there was no help for it. He had to be put outside, lest it should occur to someone in authority to make a visit of inspection to the prison. Next evening the dog returned at the same hour and was again admitted, and when his time was up he went home with a light heart, sure that by sunset next day he would be with his beloved master. This went on for several weeks, and the dog at any rate would have been quite satisfied if he had gone on forever. But one morning the magistrate was told that he was to be brought before his judges to make an answer to his charge and receive his sentence. In the midst of a vast crowd which dared not show sympathy even if it felt it, the magistrate pleaded for the last time, without a friend to give him courage except his dog, which had somehow forced himself through guards and crowd, and lay crouched between his legs, happy at this unexpected chance of seeing his master. Sentence of death was pronounced, as was inevitable, and the hour of execution the hour of execution was not long delayed. In the wonderful way the animals always do know when surfing out of the common is passing, the spaniel was sitting outside the door when his master walked out for the last time, although it was long before the hour of his daily visit. Alone, of all the friends that he had known and loved, his dog went with him and stood beside him on the steps of the guillotine, and sat at his feet when his head fell. Fagely, the spaniel was aware that something terrible had happened. His master, who had never felt him before, would not speak to him now. It was in vain to lick his hand, he got no pat in answer, but if his master was asleep and his bed was underground, then he too must sleep by his side till the morning came and the world awoke again. So two nights passed, and free. Then his friend who had shouted him during those long weeks came to look for him, and after much coaxing and caressing persuaded him to return to his old hiding place. With great difficulty he was induced to swallow some food, but the moment his protectors back was turned he rushed out and fought his way to his master's grave. This lasted for three months, and every day the dog looked sadder and thinner than the day before. At length his friend thought he would try a new plan with him and tied him firmly up, but in the morning he found that the dog had, like Sampson, broken through his bonds, and was lying on the grave which he never left again. Food was brought to him, he never came to seek it himself, and in time he refused even what was lying there before him. One day his friends found him trying to scratch up the earth where his master lay, and all at once his strength gave way, and with one howl he died, showing the two men who stood a round of love that were stronger than death, and fidelity that lasted beyond the grave. From Observations in Natural History One more story of a little dog, this time an English one, and I have done. It was on February 8, 1587 that Mary Queen of Scots ended her 18 years of weary captivity upon a scaffold at Fotheringay, carefully dressed in a robe of black velvet, with a long mantle of satin floating above it, and her head covered with white crepe veil. Mary ascended the platform when the executioner was awaiting her. Some English nobles sent by Queen Elizabeth to see that her orders were carried out, were standing by, and some of Queen Mary's faithful women. But beside these was one whose love for her was hardly less, the Queen's little dog, who had been her constant companion in the prison. He was sitting there the whole time, says an eyewitness, keeping very quiet, and never stirring from her side. But as soon as the head was stricken off and placed upon the seat, he began to bestow himself and cry out. Afterwards he took up a position between the body and the head, which he kept until someone came and removed him, and this had to be done by violence.  But we may be sure that it was one of the Queen's ladies who cherished everything that belonged to her, and in memory of her mistress would care for her little dog to the end of its days. End of section 64 When Viol, the traveler, was in Africa, he made the acquaintance of a bird to which he gave the name of Capiceer. It was a small creature, which was in the habit of coming with its mate several times a day into Viol's tent, a proceeding which he thought arose from pure friendship, but which he soon found sprang from interested motives. Viol was making a collection of birds, and his table was strewn about with moss, wool, and such things as he used for stuffing. The Capiceer, with more sense than might have been expected of him, found out very soon that it was much easier to steal Viol's soft material than to collect it laboriously for himself, and the naturalist used to shut his eyes with amusement while the birds flew off with a parcel of stuffing as big as themselves. He followed them and tracked them to a bush, which grew by a spring in the corner of a deserted garden. Here they had placed a thick layer of moss, in a fork of one of the branches, and were now engaged in weaving in grass, cotton, and flecks. The whole of the second day the little pair worked hard, the male making in all 46 journeys to Viol's room for thieving purposes. The spoil was always laid either on the nest itself or within the reach of the female, and when enough had been collected they both trampled it in and pressed it down with their bodies. At last the male got tired and tried to prevail on his wife to play a game. She declined and said she had no time for such things, so, to revenge himself, the male proceeded to pull to pieces her work. Seeing that he would have his own way, the female at length consented to play for a little, and fluttered from bush to bush, while her mate flew after her, but she always managed to keep just out of his reach. When he had had enough, he let her go back to her work, while he sang a song for a little, and then made ready to help build the nest. He found, or stole, the materials necessary, and carried them back to his wife, who packed them firmly in and made all tidy. But her husband was much more idle than she, and he soon tired of steady labor. He complained of the heat and laughed at her for being in such a hurry, and said there was plenty of time before them, and he wanted a little fun. So eight times during that one morning, the poor wife had to leave off her building and hide her impatience and pretend to play, when she would have much rather have been doing something else, and it was three days before the bottom was finished and the sides begun. Certainly the making of the bottom was rather a troublesome business, for the birds had to roll over every part of it, so as to get it firm and hard. Then, when all was right, they made a border, which they first trimmed around and next overlaid with cotton, pressing it all together with their breasts and shoulders. The twigs of the bush in which the nest was built were interlaced into the sides to prevent the whole structure being blown down, and particular care was taken that none of them should stick out in the inside of the nest, which was absolutely smooth and solid. After seven days it was done, and very pretty it was. It was perfectly white in color, and about nine inches high on the outside, where it had been made very thick, and not more than five inches within. However, that was quite big enough for two such little people. End of section 65. Section 66 of The Animal Storybook. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Betty B. The Animal Storybook edited by Andrew Lang. Owls and Marmots and Eagles Nests by Mrs. Lang. Owls and Marmots. It is curious when we come to think of it how very few of the creatures that live upon the earth ever take the trouble to build any kind of house to live in. For the most part, they are contented to find out some cave or hole or convenient place where they can be hidden, and from which they can steal fourth to get their food. But as for collecting materials from the outside to make their dwelling place stronger or more beautiful, as do the beavers for instance, why we might all look for many years before we should find a horse or a tiger employing himself like that. Yet we all know that all the birds that live, the cuckoo accepted, managed to build some kind of a nest, and so do some fishes and many insects. It would take too long to write about them all, but we will just see how some of the cleverest among them go to work. One of the first things that struck Europeans traveling 60 or 70 years ago in the wild country beyond the great Mississippi was the fact that whole districts sometimes several acres in extent and sometimes several miles were covered with little mounds of the shape of a pyramid about two feet wide at the bottom and at the most 18 inches high. These are the houses of the marmots or prairie dogs, and when deserted as they often are by their original inhabitants, they become the homes of burrowing owls. Now a neat comfortable well-built house is really quite necessary for the marmot, as he goes fast to sleep when the weather begins to get cold and does not wake up till the sun is shining warmly again on the earth above him. Then he sets to work either to repair the walls of his house which have been damaged by the heavy rains and hard frosts or if that seems useless labor to dig a fresh one somewhere else. But industrious as he is the hard work does not make the marmot at all a dull boy, and he can still spare time for a good game now and then. Of course as we are talking about birds perhaps we ought not to be describing marmots which are naturally not birds at all, but as they build for the burrowing owls to inhabit a description of the houses may not be out of place. The entrance to the marmot's house is either at the top or on the side of the little mound above ground. Then he hollows out a passage straight down for one or sometimes two feet and this passage is continued in a sloping direction for some distance further. When it leads like a story in the Arabian Nights into a large warm room built of soft dry grass which has been packed into a tight firm mass. In general the outside of the little mounds is covered with small plants and grasses so that the marmot always has his food near at hand. But occasionally they prefer to make their villages in barren spots as being safer from enemies. Still wherever they are the sociable little colony of marmots are said to be haunted by at least one burrowing owl, a bird about nine inches long and from a distance not very unlike the marmot itself when it is sitting up listening for the approach of danger. If no burrow seems likely to be vacant at the time he wants one the owl does not scruple to turn out the owner who has to begin all his labor over again. Sometimes when affairs above ground are more than usually disturbed and foes of all kinds are prowling about seeking whom they may devour owls and marmots and rattlesnakes and lizards rush helter-skelter into the underground city taking refuge from the dangers of the upper world. It would be a strange sight if we could see it and it would be stranger still if the fugitives managed to separate without some of the party having gone to make the dinners of the rest. Eagles Nests. Eagles as a rule build their nests on the shelves of rocks high out of reach of any but the boldest climbers. There are however some species among them who prefer the tops of trees at a height varying from 15 to 50 feet. These nests are constructed of long sticks, grass and even reeds and are often as much as five or six feet high and at least four broad. Soft pine tops form the lining and a bed for the young. Many eagles are clever divers and like the excitement of catching their own fish instead of merely forcing the fish hawks to give up their prey and an American naturalist gives an interesting account of the sporting proceedings of two eagles on the Green River in Kentucky. The naturalist had been lying hidden among the rocks on the bank of the river for about two hours when suddenly far above his head where the eagle had built his nest he heard a loud hissing and on looking up saw that the little eagles had crawled to the edge of the nest and were dancing with hope and excitement at the idea of a good dinner. In a few moments the parent eagle reached the rock and balancing himself on the edge by the help of his wings and tail handed over his spoil to the young ones. The little eagle seemed in luck that day for soon their mother appeared in sight carrying in her claws a perch but either the watcher below made some movement or else her eyes were far sharper than her mates or with a loud cry she dropped her fish and hovered over the nest to protect it in case of an attack. When all was quiet again the naturalist went out cautiously to examine the perch which he found to weigh as much as five and a half pounds you do not catch such big perch in England. End of section 66. End of The Animal Story Book edited by Andrew Lang.


Hi, everyone. Joe for JasperJasperEaseCaseBreaks.com. Happy Wednesday. Happy new release day. Coming at you with 2022 Tops Allen and Ginter Baseball, 12 box random team break number one. Number one did have an early bird spot with it. First 16 spots sold. Get a chance to win an extra spot. This is a 31 spot break. There's also going to be a non-sport, non-major league baseball card. And no vet comments ship. Big thanks to this group right here for making it happen. And here are the first 16. First 16, right? Yeah, first 16. Let's see who wins that extra spot. Good luck. Let's roll it, randomize it. Six and a four, 10 times. Name on top. Extra spot, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and 10th and final time. It's going to be, I press the button. The wheel is spinning on the tab. Ramdar Org's been acting weird this week. There it is. After 10 times, Michael Guluchi. There you go, Michael. After 10, get an extra spot. Thanks for being an early bird. Now let's randomize you a team. Now that 31 spot is that non-sport, non-MLB spot. Non-sports, that means like sandwiches, right? Non-MLB, something not affiliated with a major league baseball team. There are baseball related cards where it'll be like double play cards or something like that, but those aren't affiliated with a major league baseball team. You'll see what I mean when we get there. For most of you Ginter fans, you know what I'm talking about. All right, there's the whole list there. Now, different dice roll for names and teams. It's gonna be four and a three, seven times. Your names first, one, two, three, four, five, four, five, six, and once more, seventh and final time. Come on, rammed out, Orgus. That's break's gonna be long enough already. There you go, seventh and final time. That is Matthew down to Lonnie. And then four and a three, seven times for the teams. One, two, three, four, five, six, and seventh and final time. Always on seven, huh? Just wait for it. If you're watching the replay of this, you can fast forward through this part. There'll also be a recap at the end as well. So after seven, we've got the Friars down to the Nats. And there will be a trade window as well. Matthew, you have the Padres. Craig with the Rockies. Lonnie with the Mets. Andy with the Cubs. Sam with the Tigers. Matthew with the Phillies. Ed, you got my Dodgers. Zang with the Marlins. Nick with the Astros. Dugan, Mike Dugan with the Braves. Edgar, Blue Jays. Bill with the Yankees. Darren with the Twins. Calvin with that non-sport, non-major league baseball spot. Michael with the Giants. Adam with the Mariners. Michael G with the Angels. Lonnie with the A's. Brandon with the Reds. Barry with the Diamondbacks. Ed with the Guardians. Michael with the White Sox. Zang with the Orioles. Paige, you got the Rangers. Anthony with the Pirates. Greg, Brewers. Michael G, Rays. Sam Royals. Derek, Cardinals. Your early bird spot, Michael Gallucci with the Boston Red Sox and Lonnie. Washington Nationals. All right, so it's alphabetized by team. And we're gonna pause the video when we come back. We're gonna see if there's any trades. Then we will have the break stick around, BRB. All right, welcome back everybody. No deals were done. So that list right here remains the same. Here on Wednesday the 16th, random team break number one. So just over my shoulder, you can see Michael right here. He does a lot of the eBay stuff for us. Did you know that we have an eBay channel as well? Jaspy's Case Breaks. There you go, search Jaspy's Case Breaks. What's on there right now, Michael? Oh, tons of stuff. Everything. Basketball, baseball, football. We've got Jalen Hurts out there. Oh. Here, what we're gonna do, I think everyone can still see the boxes on the table here. What Michael's gonna do, he's gonna rip open these boxes and then stack up the packs on this card right here. And then he'll stack them up right over here so you can kinda see it, they're not going anywhere. Oh, got it open first and that should help the break move a little bit more quickly. Full case, all 12 boxes. Toppers. Toppers, you can just stack right up here in one pile and then I'll do them all at once. All right, so yeah, Diego wants to know what your teams are. Your sports teams. Dodgers, Lakers, and the Arizona Cardinals. The Cardinals, a weird one, but I guess that makes sense. There's no team in there. I was gonna say, if you think about it for like at least a generation or two, there was just kids' refree agents here. Nice. And Tottenham Hot Spirits, for some reason. There you go. Eager Woods. Very nice, nice. Matthew, what's going on? How are you? Why did you choose Cardinals? The first football game that I seriously watched was the Super Bowl in 0-9 against the Steelers, and everyone thought the Steelers were gonna win, which they did, but I was rude for the other dog and it just stuck, I guess. It just stuck, that's how it goes. I was also nine years old at the time, so I didn't know it was gonna be a bad decision. But you know what, you're committed. I am committed. You're committed. Edgar is like, hey, he's from Oxnard.  That works. Yeah, my cousin is a Eagles fan. Kind of the same deal. There's just no football in L.A. when we were growing up. And I kind of stuck with the Raiders early. But I think he was just young enough where he didn't really have connection to the Raiders and ended up going with the Eagles because of Randall Cunningham, I think. All right, good luck, everybody. It's the new Ginter design here, little border on the left side. You got the mini cards here. So that will be considered going to the non-sport spot. All right, National Ice Cream Day, that's gonna go to Calvin. Do that. So that's considered a common, that's obviously a rookie card, that will ship. And obviously Bobby Whit Jr. will ship. He's of his jersey. Oh, the red frame made me think that this was gonna be out of five, but good. Yeah, the minis do make it tough. They slip around. Nice, Bobby Whit Jr., rookie relic for the Royals. That's gonna be for Sam. Rex, I did not do my free agent contest picks on MLBTradeRoomers.com. It is Wednesday. Who's playing tomorrow? Packers Titans. I say it's Titans minus two and a half. No. Other way. Other way? Yeah, Packers at home. Oh, Packers are at home, okay. Yeah, you'll get used to it. It's good practice. The Turkey Club. I'm a fan of the Turkey Club. Michael, do you like the Turkey Club? Not a big Turkey guy. Not a big Turkey guy, okay. So then what happens at Thanksgiving? A little bit different. Got you. You can't be the guy eating the chicken. Right, right, right, right. I've seen some families do ham. Yeah. Well, they'll bust out a turkey and ham. That's what I feel too, but National Pajama Day. That's a cool, but I do that. I don't know if they make those in adult sizes. There's Hunter Green, local kid here. Just over the hill, I think. You got Clayton Kershaw. And we've got, what's cooking? Some fresh ground black peppers. Should I toss the boxes too? Yes, you can toss the boxes. You've got inside the park, there is the Great Sand Dunes National Park. I've not been here in Colorado. And I will do an autograph and hit recap at the end. What are we supposed to get from Ross here? An autograph, car, rally car, rip cards, printing plates, and books. Look for any three of those. No, that is lined up, coming up a little bit later tonight. There's some cayenne pepper. That's a good pepper. And then to it. Throwing off by all the food. Yeah, it's a quirky product. Some people hate it. Some people like this, this is garbage. You don't see Gypsy Queen too. Yeah, but with a little more goofiness in Ginter. Gypsy Queen leans into baseball a little bit more, but then you've got famous rivals. Like Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr. Yeah, he does. 2017, I think. Oh, there it's in the, I was looking for that yesterday. I wanted to show people. Now, I don't want to get too political, but this guy shot the other guy. That's how it was back in the day. We're a little more civilized now. So every time you get cynical about politics, just remember we're not, no one's killing each other yet. So, how do you feel about this? The banh mi sandwich? We never had it. Never had it? It was a friend. A favorite Vietnamese food option. You know what, Teddy pulled that same one and he asked me about it. I was like, I don't know what that is. All right, we've got some birds here. Mini Conerco. We've got an O'Neill cruise mini. Now, these rivals, Bush and Gore. And we've got the Petrified Desert Forest National Park. I've not been here. I want to go there. I think that's in Arizona, yeah, Arizona. Check that out someday. And here's our autograph. It's Matt Manning. The M at symbol to make Matt. I get it. I see you, Matt Manning. That'll be for the Tigers. Sam with the Tigers. I think that might've been tried to trade. Couldn't trade mojo? Oliver not into the banh mi. He just says, eh. There's a spot for all the non-Baseball. Yeah, Calvin has the non-sport, non-MLB spot. So he'll be getting... Well, there's like autos and stuff, right? Yeah, oh yeah. So that could be interesting. So he gets the International Trading Day card and chili powder. All right, that's what's cooking. Yeah, the checklist, it's a goofy checklist. One year they did dinosaurs one year. They did like dogs one year. They... Well, they come out with Chrome for this too. There's a Chrome version of this as well. There's a Julio Rodriguez mini, your A.L. rookie of the year. Pretty easy choice, I think. That goes to Adam the Mariners. And the box topper is Ronald Acuna Jr. Any cards out of the way? All right, so this is a whole box right here? Box and a half, maybe? Yeah, box and a half. Box and a half, all right. Well, these are two boxes. These are two boxes, okay. All those boxes. So these stacks represent a couple boxes. We've got a can of corn, baseball lexicon. Can of corn, I like that. Famous rivals, England and France. Yeah, that's classic.  I think it was England and Argentina. England to win. What about you? Well, I'm rooting for England, because I like Harry Kane, so. You're right. Got Bradley Beale, right? There's basketball here too. Whoa! Yeah, they'll hit you with the hoops. So that goes to the non-sports spot, Calvin, with that one. We did look one up yesterday, Rebel. If you look at sold items, I think there is a Mike Jasperson car that's sold in September, I think. Yeah, I think for almost $200. He's a short print, so. Just his base car too, not even his auto. Joey Gallo, going to the Yankees edition, that's for Bill. Yeah, sure. We got time. It's a long break. The national hot dog day. No. Yeah, it's, I like Ginter. It's, Ginter is, I feel like I'm rushing too much in a group break of Ginter, because I feel like there's so many things to kind of see, but we don't know, we don't have all day. Oh, there it is. Oh, it's Autograph too. This is from 2017, Alan and Ginter. Our very own Mike Jasperson, Nick's dad. He was in Ginter. Man, yeah, Oliver, your Sacramento Kings are looking pretty good. What's the secret? What's happening there? Salvador Perez for the Royals. That will be for Sam in Kansas City. Got a mini Trevor Story. What's this dude doing? It's National Running Day. You know, see? Can you imagine meeting the meeting to come up with all these? What about national days? We should make that a set, for sure. I haven't done that yet. Justin Verlander is your Cy Young Award winner for the AL. Yeah, I think they just announced it. I think they already did, I don't know. It was Alcantara. All right, and there's three out of 10. Hank Greenberg, Tigers. Nice, nice one for Sam. That might be tomorrow. I don't like the way baseball does it like this. Why can't they just have like, go to like Hawaii and do like a big show, do it, knock it on one night. I'd watch it. I feel like something like the Espeys. Yeah, exactly. Hey, here's Alice Cooper, musician. Goes to the non-sport spot. That's for Calvin. Non-sport spot coming in handy. I don't know any Alice Cooper songs off the top of my head otherwise. I would sing it. Does he do no more Mr. Nice Guy? Is that Alice Cooper? It is, no more Mr. Nice Guy. That's how it goes. Just exactly like that. You're gonna get copyrighted. I might get copyrighted, Michael. You're absolutely right. I better watch out. It's too perfect. All we're saying is it's coaching. It's coaching. People for good of a coach he is. Culture changer as well. Michael, how do you feel about the hot dog? Looks like a good hot dog. That looks like a good hot dog, yeah. There's Ion National Park. I've been here. That's really nice. Got around, going around the horn. Apple cider vinegar. Oh man, Oliver, when does your kings and Joe Pizzle's sons, when do they square off? If there's Robert E. Lee, Ulysses S. Grant, and CJ Abrams and Pitching a Gem, Stephen Strasberg. Kind of crazy to think that the kings are the best basketball player. What's that? Do you think the Lakers will turn it around? No, I don't. They're Starling Marte.  Well, don't the Celtics start off like... That's true. Yeah, people tell me that too. They're Starling Marte for the Mets, and it'll be for Lonnie. And they're like, yeah, you know the... Palakins at this stage of the season had only one handful of games, and they got to the playoffs. Now, they'll often be a big move during the trade window. What about the Italian sub? It looks like they'll put me out for the rest of the day. Yeah, it'll just knock you out. Food coma. What do you think about Lonnie Walker's look?  Oh, we got one of those on the eBay. Oh, there you go. Lonnie Walker, Mojo, Ricky, Rism. Jaspy's case breaks, just search that on eBay. The Finder eBay account. Michael here is helping us pack stack his loads up the content there, so check it out. Sons and Kings in a couple of weeks. Another duck or a gray duck. Here's the hot dog again. I suppose Dennis Schroeder is coming back for the Lakers. That should be a boost. I can't believe he turned down that contract and then took like, what, three mil or four or something? I think the way Dennis Schroeder says it though, it's like, it's not like he had the money in his pocket and he lost it, you know what I mean? It's like, you never had it, so like, you can't really, you don't feel as bad, but so. Michelle Wee West? Is she married to? She looks like a golfer from that picture. She's definitely a golfer. Pretty good golfer. From Hawaii. Top product, you know what? My favorite top product is Alan Ginter. I love it. Really? Yeah, let's sell out all of the cases. Cosmic Chrome, that's my other favorite. Let's fill that up. Plenty of those on Jaspy's casebreaks.com. Man, let's fill those up. Those are my favorite. I set you up pretty good. Yep, yeah. ABC always be closing. Is that right? Johnny O's saying she's married to Jerry West's son? Joe West, cowboy Joe. Just pulling Michelle Wee, all right, all right. And how bummed is Joe West that he retired the year before they gave microphones to umps? Who's that one of them that is just like notoriously about Angel? Angel Hernandez, yeah. And he's been around the league for a while too and then he's, I think he's filed lawsuits against MLB saying like, why am I not on playoff, like the rosters and playoff games? Someone told me that umpires can't be fires. Yeah, I think they got a, well no, they, yeah, actually a good question. Here is Ernie Clement, rookie autographed mini for the Guardian. That's for Ed. I know they got a pretty strong, it's a pretty strong union. Who hires and fires umps? I don't know what the criteria is, but I think he sued the MLB saying, why am I not here?  That's right. Like you would think they'd get rid of it, right? You would think so, why can't they? Don't know. Here's a crisp right piece of his lumber going to the Rockies. That's gonna be for Craig and the Rocks. Yeah, Michelle Wee I believe is pretty tall, all right. I think she's like 5'10", or something like that. But a pretty good golfer in her day. Some power outage right here. Yeah, we got a couple half case breaks pretty close to fill it up. Yeah, I was gonna get to that heat, man. Yeah, I think Angel Hernandez was trying to claim that it was racist, that there was a racial bias for why he was like, no, there's no bias there. It's just, you're just not good. No one likes you, no one wants to put you on a national stage to embarrass the game. So it's just not gonna be, it's not gonna be there. Is my favorite food the same as your favorite car probably? Like whatever I'm eating in the moment is my favorite? No, I'm not trying to sell food, Rex. I'm trying to sell case breaks, though. Yeah, I think she does do a lot of TV work, right? Michelle Wee does a lot of TV work for Golf Channel. There she is right there. I remember her telling a story about how she went golfing with like Michael Jordan and like took him for a bunch of money. Really? Yeah. I think it's the one she was retired or something like that. Gender? Yeah, it's a generate. Still, still might be. What's that? I bet you one and one is in it, this is better. Yeah. I think on the golf course, I think he's always like gambling on the golf course. An exclusive deal with the upper deck, actually, yeah. Got another Julio Rodriguez rookie car. You can find some parallels of him somewhere. These will be going to Adam Richards. I think there's a Julio Mini, a couple of base cards right here. Looks like Michelle Wee's married to Johnny West. Yeah, son of Jerry West and Johnny West is director of basketball operations for the world. Cotton My National Park, where is that? Barrel, the last movie. Here's your turkey club again. There's not too many different sandwiches here. I wonder if some sandwiches are short printed. Oh, there's some possible. Kersh, Clayton Kershaw. Piece of his jersey going to Ed and the Dodgers. Kershaw Mini Jersey. Diego's got a question from Michael. Did Han shoot first? Did Han Solo shoot first? I don't know if... The thing is, I know the scene you're talking about. I'm gonna say... He says no. What's the right answer? I think, depending on the level of nerddom, some people will say that he shot first. Here's a Manny Machado rip card. 84 out of 99. This is for the Padres. Matthew, with the Padres. We're gonna send it to you like this. If you choose to rip it, let us know what you find inside. This is the half-case point. Nice, thank you. Get in there, folks, get in there. There's a Julio Rodriguez Mini Blackboarder. I think that might be our first Juan de Franco rookie card. Michael's Juan de Franco, the real deal? I think he can be. I'm still a believer. He's... I don't know, he gives me Juan Soto feels. Like, when you saw Juan Soto come over, you're like, who is this kid? And then he just starts raking right off the bat. Well, it's like... He's had so much hype, right? Right. Like, he has to live up to a girl since he's a buck. Right. Well, I guess you're right, because Juan Soto just came out of nowhere, kind of, like there was no- Like, imagine when Jason Dominguez gets called up. Right, that's a lot of pressure. We sold this, right? Yeah. I got in it like it was shipped to me. Like, I got the eBay sent it to us today. Did you buy it? They shipped it back. And look, it says... Is there a fingerprint? How is it different than the listing description if it's a graded card? What the reformist guy. Come on, eBay. If only there was an alternative to eBay, Nick. Famous rivals? The Taylor Ham versus the pork roll? I didn't know they were rivals. I spent your Torkelson mini. What about the Meatball Hero? That looks amazing. It does look amazing. This one would put me to sleep.  You're not waking up until Carrie Underwood's yelling at you. And they're like, what happened? What happened to all the games? It was, I think it was a Justin Herbert card. There's Victor Robles. Ricky Otto Otto. Really can't screw that up, eBay. What are you talking about, eBay? Like, how could that be messed up? Right. It's graded too, yeah. Jordan Love and TRPA, but that was raw. So like, it makes sense, maybe. The graded one. Michael, what are you putting on your hot dog? None of that? Maybe some relish. Okay, maybe some relish. I'm just kind of like a, just a dog and a ketchup kind of guy. Don't get too fancy.  Really? Yeah, and then they say if you eat it with mustard, then you're wrong. I got hot dog shamed by some dude in Chicago, not too long ago, where there was on the menu, we were at the airport, going to tour from the national. And I was just in the airport diner in Chicago at O'Hara. Is it a random guy? It's a random dude, yeah. And I was like, yeah, I'll have the Chicago hot dog, but I just want ketchup on it. I don't need all the trimmings on there.  Then you can't tell your friends back home that you had a real Chicago hot dog. I was like, what?  And I was like, what?  Did you ever see the bear? I did not see that. I want to see that. Oh, yeah, those look good about hot dogs. Oh yeah, okay. I'm going to check that out. There's A-Rod, Ranger's edition piece of his lumber there. That's going to go to Bennett. Mike Tower is going mustard and relish on his hot dog. No ketchup, huh? Rex going sliced cheese and ranch on his dog. Interesting. Ranch on a hot dog. Never seen that. And I feel like that's something I just have to respond to. Yeah. Rebels has saw one person on Reddit where eBay showed the card bags. They listed it as red, where the carders red wave, and eBay sent it back. Right, and then they yell at you for not doing the right character. It's like, can't have it both ways. Yeah. Oh, how the mighty have fought. Everyone's like, how are you feeling? I've been waiting to see you so I could say that. What are you talking about? We were caught undefeated, and everybody knew that.  Everybody, we beat the Vikings, they're eight and one. We're fine. There's seven and one. It was the babe, Minnie. Martin's got mustard and kraut on his. Yeah, Johnny Ose, most places in Chicago do even offer ketchup. Also, I never said I wanted the authentic Chicago hot dog experience. I just wanted the hot dog. You like the Costco hot dogs? It's got chain for it. Costco hot dog, pretty good. The Costco pizza slice. Also really underrated. Yankee's Red Sox, there's some famous rivals right there. Should be. There's a burger, just a nice little classic burger. I think that. Favorite burger. That's a good question. Like at a type of burger, or like what? Restaurant or what fast food? We'll go fast food. Fast food burger, I mean, in and out. Wendy's actually has a decent burger. Underrated burger Wendy's. I wonder if I like their fries though. Wendy's? Yeah. They're pretty average. They're like regular. If I could get like a Wendy's burger with like Jack in the Box curly fries, you don't like Jack in the Box. I don't usually go Jack in the Box, but they've got some good curly fries. Here's a good autograph. Rookie auto, bread and Donovan. Cardinals, that's going to be for Derek. It's today national fast food day. Is it? Does five guys have a hot dog? That's my type of thing. Wow. Do some fast food for dinner today. The Habit has a decent burger across the street. Is that your favorite? That Ricky Henderson, by the way, is Mariners edition. So that goes to Adam. Piece of his lumber. Yeah, Chipotle's pretty good. Chipotle's pretty good. I wish there were more food options though around here. Supposedly there's going to be a jersey mic opening up in that closet across the street. Really? Like the one next to Vans? Like the one which put in the Habit. Oh, OK. Really? Where are they going to put that, jersey mics? No idea. I'm wondering, you know that empty space next to Vans? There's a big building that's open. What would you love to see there? It's hard to put a restaurant there. Can't put a restaurant there, yeah. That's what I thought.  I'm actually surprised there's a flush. Yeah, get some lottery tickets, get some scratchers. Have they picked a one-handed? Yeah, they did. Some dude in California won that billion dollars. Pasadena. There's David Ortiz, piece of his jersey for the Red Sox. That's going to go to Michael Gallucci in his early bird spot. Yeah, it's two more boxes. Another couple boxes here, thank you. I think some great progress here, ladies and gentlemen. This break would be like an hour and 40 minutes. If it wasn't for Michael's help. King's Canyon, that's a nice one. J-Dogs saying ketchup, mustard, relish, the way to go on a dog. I didn't realize five guys hot dog. Rex likes five guys, favorite fast food, but he's a Dairy Queen guy. Five guys grilled cheese with a burger patty. He's fire. You know what kind of weird thing I like on my burger? A fried egg. Me too. Pop a fried egg on a burger. Yeah, Fat Burger does a good one.  There's one. Oh yeah, they just opened one. Yeah, hmm, hmm. I've not had Shake Shack, I haven't had that yet. Here is Alejo Lopez for the Reds. Brandon with the Reds. Am I obligated to get a shake? No, it's pretty pricey. Is it really? Like for what it is? It's good, it's really good.  And fries. And fries? Yeah. That's kind of a lot. It is a lot. It is really good. Like I could go to Barren's down the street and have them make me a fancy hamburger for that price. Father's Office, yes. But Father's Office, they're a little weird about not letting you customize, yeah. But I know they have a Friday egg one, so that's why I asked. Oh, do they? Yeah, yeah, that's why I asked. I actually did not realize that. I haven't been there in ages, actually. Yeah. Also, is Jason Jaspy saying, if five guys really fast food, if there's no drive-thru? Yeah, yeah, I mean, fast, fast casual? It's not a diner. Yeah, just. Narrows it down so much. Yeah, no, I think you can have fast food without a drive-thru. It'd be help inside and out if there's no drive-thru. You know who has a decently good burger?  Sharon Durand for the Red Sox, Michael. Del Taco. Really? Yeah. It's not amazing, but it's... But it's better than you think. It's a lot better than you think. Mm. They messaged me and said we ran out of buns. Really? I mean, because they're just selling like hotcakes? No, probably because they don't... Oh, they understocked it? I'd like to think it's because their burgers are so underrated that they're... You know what, Mike Tower? I do like some malt vinegar and salt on fries. If I'm having like a fish and chips or something like that. I haven't had a shake at Portillo's, but I think they opened one up around here. I think they have Portillo's when we were in Chicago. They've got a good burger or something. I've never done this, but do people dip their fries in their shake? Yeah, I think it's a thing. I've seen people do it. I've tried it. It's actually... It doesn't beat ketchup. It's all going the same place, anyway. Yeah, I've seen people do dipping like french fries in their Wendy's Frosty. People do it. People do it. All right, here's another box right here. Wonderfranco... I haven't seen this yet. Oh, crooked number. This is a baseball lexicon putting up a crooked number. Daniel thinks it's weird when people don't like their food to touch. That is weird. That's weird. That's got to be some sort of OCD thing. It has to be. Here's Steven Dubner, an author. Have you read any of his work? Michael. I'm about to find out. Oh, he wrote Freakonomics. Yeah, you would actually like this book a lot, I think. The book is a collection of articles written by Steven Levitt and Dubner, an expert gain reputation for applying economic theory to diverse subjects usually not covered by traditional economics. They argue that the economics is at the root the study of incentives. The book's chapters discover cheating as applied to teachers and sumo wrestlers as well as a typical Washington, D.C. area bagel business and customers. This is some pretty fun stuff. Have you read it? I have not. I've read a similar book called Sockonomics, which is also kind of a similar thing, but it discusses all sorts of stuff. Oh, all right. I should read Freakonomics, though. I'm a reader, but I have gotten into audiobooks lately. But I don't think I retain as much listening. I'm more of a visual learner, I guess. But I will retain more listening than not reading. Right, that's true. They're not reading at all. So it's Al Tuve for the Astros. I'm going to go to Nick. Last spot, Mojo. Monday Night Games in Mexico City. Oh, you going? Famous rivals, New York Slice and the Chicago Deep Dish. You have a take on this? Oh my god. Yeah, I feel like I'm comfortable having this more often. Yeah. Because you're like, it's thin. It's great. But the deep dish is kind of like a treat. You can't really have that too often. I love both of those. Both are pretty good. Wait, so Monday Night Football in Mexico City. Yeah. Monday Night Football in Mexico City. Wait, that's in Germany. Yeah, Germany is a ways away. So Mike Tower had lunch with a boss, and your boss does boss once. Your boss ate her food one compartment at a time. And another boss, boss's boss had a sandwich.  He ate the sandwich with a knife and fork. Yeah. I'd be like, this is not the company culture I want to be involved in.  I mean, it's supposed to be. If I'm not mistaken, I believe the sandwich was invented by the Earl of sandwich in England. He was gambling actually. He was playing some poker, or whatever card game was of the time, the 1600s or whatever, and didn't want a full meal.  I don't need a knife, I don't need a fork. Sandwich.  A lot of hard drive space wastes into my brain with that. National potato chip day. I usually eat pretty healthy, even all that fast food talk. I try not to eat that as much. Potato chips, that's my downfall. Yeah. Out of everything? Out of everything. I don't drink a lot of sodas. I don't eat a lot of fast food. I try to make a lot of food from home. It's a nice pastrami sandwich right there. Pretty average on carbs. Don't get too crazy. Mixing a lot of greens and fruits and stuff. That's those potato chips that get me.  It looks like on the left side right there, that's a hot box. Someone asked this question earlier, are these cards going to ship? Yes, because they're considered not common. So they will indeed ship. One pack and they were all like that. Oh yeah? Is this the base card? No, that's a hot pack. I think it's one box per case. Yes. There's some ketchup. We're the islands of Hawaii, named after the Earl of Fans. That's possible. There is an Earl of Sandwich fast sandwich chain. Yes, it's true. We've talked about this before. Is there a definitive answer about whether or not a hot dog is a sandwich? What is it? It's a sandwich. It's a sandwich. Between bread, yeah. I think I would consider it a sandwich, too. Well, some argue that it's its own category, but it's just like what? Just because the bread is detached, like suddenly it becomes its own thing. Is that the only criteria? Or attached? Or detached? Sometimes when you eat in the hot dog, the bread detaches. Detaches and then, yeah, then I guess it's a sandwich. It's like an incomplete sandwich. Like someone got lazy and there's like, ah, I don't want to cut the other half. I like the random Bradley Beale that's in this set. Yeah. I'm not sure who makes that decision. Jonathan Taylor. What's that? That's Jonathan Taylor. Yeah, oh yeah, yeah. A little mini Jonathan Taylor. It's like, and there's a red ink autograph. Six out of 10, and there's a mini chrome behind there. That is Mark Duplas, a filmmaker and actor. Do you have any idea who this guy is? Yeah, he's in, um, I know, a morning show. A morning show. Yeah. All right, okay. Well, that is a non-sport spot, Calvin, with that red ink auto out of 10. Nice. I've not seen the morning show. I feel like that's a show that would be right up my alley. It's about, uh, Fox News, I think? Like the cutthroat world of Fox News? Yes. Oh yeah? She seems like a fun lady. Talk about, if we could all age as gracefully as, as Jefferson. Oh, look at this. That's pretty cool. This must be new to the series. Little Mookie Betts stained glass mini acetate. Not numbered. I would imagine that has to be a short print. That's Ed with the Dodgers. Oh, there you go. Is it random teams or? This is, uh, this is a random team. So I had got this randomly. That's pretty cool. Yeah, I don't see a number on it, but... Is it Renaissance? Oh, I guess it's Renaissance in tops, right? Stained glasses, the other guys. Renaissance. It's close enough. Yeah, no, no. Accuracy is important. I appreciate that. I think that's what it was in, uh... Right, right. Yeah, in Merlin. It was Merlin Chroma. It was Renaissance. I haven't seen a lot of ducks here, but there's another duck. More sandwich rivalries. Joey Vado.  Remember when Joey Vado went with that, that hockey puck handle on his back? That was wild. He's like, axe handle is not me. I'm gonna put a hockey puck at the end of my bed. Right. Another box. Good luck. And, ooh, nice. Trevor Hoffman. Nice, Trevor Hoffman. 11 out of 25. The legendary closer for the Padres. Going to Matthew and the Friars. This guy, what an amazing changeup. Like, later in his career, his fastball only went, like, 88 miles per hour. Maybe that. But, like, his changeup was, like, six or seven miles per hour different. And it was just, like, the same arm slot, the same move, same everything. So you could just never know, you could never type it. And then, you know, he could pinpoint it anywhere. You think a closer like that would survive on today's MLB? I think so. I think just by the, just by the different speed. The speed difference. You can change the eye levels. He had perfect control. I think he could make it work. Awesome. Thank you, Michael.  I'm not gonna play this game. Knuckleballer, the guy in the Orioles, or just the knuckleballer? Just the knuckleballer in general. I want more knuckleballers. Do you think we can become knuckleballers? There's a knuckleball camp. I can't throw one. You can't throw one? Have you tried it? I think there's, though, okay. There's knuckleball camp around here somewhere. I feel it. I think so. I hope it comes back. Awesome. Thank you, Michael. Appreciate it. See you guys. Hopefully, Joe will have me back. Yeah, absolutely. No, that was a huge help. This break would have, I'm telling you, we're at the hour mark right now. This break would have been an hour and a half hour and 40 minutes, but it's probably gonna be an hour in like 10 minutes. So, huge help, saves us a lot of time, gets us to the next break. Yeah, I saw that, Rex. Sandy Alcantara won the AL, or NL Cy Young, and it was what you might call it, Justin Verlander with the AL Cy Young. And I feel like it's pretty chalk, right? No real surprises there? Yeah, I did see Harper having elbow surgery. Last I saw, there was no timetable for his return. I don't know how long those elbow surgeries, like that last for non-pitchers. I like these. Now I'm a big national park guy. I like the national parks. This is a solid one, the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Although sometimes, sometimes I go peanut butter and honey. How many have you tried peanut butter and honey? That's pretty good. Yeah, where does Verlander go? I feel like, yeah, I feel like the Astros probably re-signed him. How many teams are, I mean, I feel like every free, it's going to be linked with the Dodgers, but he has been linked to the Dodgers. I don't know if that would be their thing. He's sort of a, he's Mike Moustakis, Reds. He'll be for Brandon. I think for the Cycle. He's definitely, you know, Dodgers already have an older guy in Kershaw already. They want to add another one of those older pitches there. Maybe I'd rather go with the slightly younger Jacob de Grom perhaps. Banana with a peanut. I've not tried the banana with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. All right, here's the second to last box. Here's the last box. See, done. Got some high cheese, not that low cheese, high cheese. Maybe these are a little more common than I thought. There's an Eloy hymn in it, although that looks like a different color on this Renaissance mini. Some kosher salt. Another mini card right here, Reggie Jackson. Another Bobby Whit Jr. Oops, sorry. MJ Melendez. Clean up my card section. Oh, J-Dog also saying that that PBJ and banana is it. And I've got to give that. I do like the banana. Just a bird. A foul ball, I get it. It's something I've not done in a little while. Fishing. Mesa Verde National Park. National Teacher's Day. Diego, when is National Teacher's Day? Coffee here. I have to give it a try. Grape or strawberry jelly, that's a good question. I'll go, I don't mind both. I don't have a preference. Whatever's in the fridge. It's Christian Yellich. And a Byron Buxton autograph. That's for the twins that'll be for Darren. Yeah, I don't have a preference. Grape is fine. Strawberry is fine, especially if it's strawberry with like the little, the chunks of strawberry in it. That's a good one. There's Jason Veratec. Tech going to Michael and the Red Sox. Yellich going to Greg and the Brew Crew. Final stack, final box. Good luck everybody. We've got Around the Horn. And we've got a Green Jersey for the Reds, Luis Castillo. He's going to go to Brandon and the Red Legs. Probably their, I think, Patrick's jerseys. I think I've been to Arches National Park when I was a wee lad. But not recently. And we've got a piece of Neil Moores. Not Jersey, but piece of his gear, I guess. An explorer and writer. Yeah, he's an American writer and canoeist, according to Wikipedia. Author of two non-fiction books Down the Mississippi and Homeland, a memoir. It's pretty cool. The Mark Twain Museum, CNN and the Times of London have dubbed him the modern-day Huckleberry Fin. I would like to take a, I don't know about a canoe, but a boat down the Mississippi would be pretty cool. A number of years back when the national was in Chicago it took some time off after the national to go to the Field of Dreams. And I drove a car across the Mississippi. I was, I was impressed by the mighty Mississippi. Crossed it at a in a Dubuque, I want to say. Joe, may I borrow this car? Yes. You can take this car now. This is the Tuesday cart, by the way. Clear. Am I going this way? Where is yesterday's stuff? Needed to pack stack. It magically sorted itself. If you need help pack stacking, let me know. Yeah. Maybe a little bit later, if you're around. I'll be here till 7. Wow. Alright. Spolio Rodriguez for the Mariners, Adam. We got what a steal. We got some yang mai. Ooh, chicken parm. You taste so good. Chicken parm is pretty good. For the Brewers, Devin Williams. Greg. Crew crew. Wander Franco. Alright. Almost there, ladies and gentlemen. Got a lot more on jaskiescasebreaks.com. Our World Cup promo is pretty close. Would love to give away a few more spots tonight. Maybe finish off that promo by tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Probably tomorrow, but possibly tonight. So jaskiescasebreaks.com. Check it out. And that, my friends, is that. Also National Chocolate Day right here. Dark chocolate. That's for me. Dark chocolate guy. 70, 80% dark chocolate. Vanessa, what kind of chocolate? What? What kind of chocolate? Dark chocolate. Dark chocolate? Me too. I'm like 70, 80% dark chocolate. Love it. Love it. Alright gang, that was Alan and Ginter. 12 box, random team number one. Full case. And here is the recap. Some nice stuff in here. Always a goofy, quirky set. I like it. There's a lot of different fun little talking points you can make with it. We got that rip card for the Padres. Let's see if Matthew with the Padres let us know if you end up ripping it. Alice Cooper, if you end up ripping it or keeping it. So a lot of great stuff here. More on the store. jaskiescasebreaks.com Thanks for breaking with us. Thanks for watching. Oh no, we're not done yet. I forgot about all these guys. Box hoppers. Not done yet. We've got a Ken Griffey Junior box hopper. This is probably the box hopper when they put them on top. Sometimes they can get a little damaged there. But there's Ken Griffey Junior for the Mariners. That'll be for Adam. There's Otani for the Angels. That will be for Michael. I think in previous years these can, there is a potential for these to be autographed I want to say. There's Juan Soto Nationals and Chicken Parm is the name of former NHL player Ray Ferrar. Is that right? That's what Mike's saying. There's Ichiro for the Mariners. That'll be for Adam. Oversized. We've got Fernando Teteis Junior for the Padres. Oversized. It looks like Aaron Judge. Nice. Where does he end up? Bill17 with that box topper. This one, this is a N43 box loader. How did he get that nickname? Mike Tower. CJ Abrams. Another little bend right there. Got another Teteis Junior for the Friars for Matthew. Got another Teteis Junior. Got a Clayton Kershaw for the Dodgers. That'll be for Ed. And last but not least we got Michael Trout. That's going to go to Michael Golucci and the Halos. There you go gang. Now we're done. Random Team 1 in the books. More in the store jaspyscasebreaks.com. I'm Joe. I'll see you next time on the website. I already said the website. jaspyscasebreaks.com. Bye bye.