Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) PLISH AND PLUM _By the Author of_ MAX AND MAURICE Plish and Plum. From the German OF WILHELM BUSCH, AUTHOR OF "MAX AND MAURICE." BY CHARLES T. BROOKS. BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1895. _Copyright, 1882_, BY ROBERTS BROTHERS. UNIVERSITY PRESS: JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE. PLISH AND PLUM. CHAPTER I. With a pipe between his lips, Two young dogs upon his hips, Jogs along old Caspar Sly; How that man can smoke,--oh, my! But although the pipe-bowl glows Red and hot beneath his nose; Yet his heart is icy-cold; How can earth such wretches hold! "Of what earthly use to me Can such brutes," he mutters, "be? Do they earn their vittles? No! 'Tis high time I let 'em go. What you don't want, fling away! Them's my sentiments, I say!" O'er the pond he silent bends, For to drown them he intends. With their legs the quadrupeds Kick and squirm,--can't move their heads And the inner voice speaks out: How 't will end we gravely doubt. _Hubs!_--an airy curve one makes; _Plish!_--a headlong dive he takes. Hubs!--the second follows suit; _Plum!_--the wave engulfs the brute. "That's well ended," Caspar cries, Puffs away and homeward hies. But, as often happens, here too Things don't go as they appear to. Paul and Peter,--so 'twas fated,-- Naked in the bushes waited For a swim; and they descry What was done by wicked Sly. And like frogs they dove, _kechunk_, Where the poor young dogs had sunk. Quickly each one with his hand Drags a little dog to land. "Plish, I'll call my dog," cried Paul; "Plum," said Peter, "mine I'll call." Paul and Peter then with pleasure, Tenderly took each his treasure, And, with speed and joy past telling, Steered for the parental dwelling. CHAPTER II.