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The Magic Ring
Everythingthatusuallyscurried,hopped,orfluttered—thesmallsocietyoftheundergrowth—seemedtohaveengagementselsewhere.Thehorridthoughtthatperhapstheyhadallgoneofftothecircusoccurredtoussimultaneously,andwehumpedourselvesuponthefenceandfeltbad.Eventhesoundofapproachingwheelsfailedtostiranyinterestinus.Whenyouarebentonthrowingstonesatsomething,humanityseemsobtrusiveandbetteraway.Thensuddenlywebothjumpedoffthefencetogether,ourfacesclearing.Foroureducatedearhadtoldusthattheapproachingrattlecouldonlyproceedfromadog-cart,andwefeltsureitmustbethefunnyman.
Wecalledhimthefunnymanbecausehewassadandserious,andsaidlittle,butgazedrightintooursouls,andmadeustellhimjustwhatwasonourmindsatthetime,andthencameoutwithsomemagnificentlyluminoussuggestionthatclearedeverycloudaway.Whatwasmorehewouldthengooffwithusatonceandplaythethingrightouttoitsfinish,earnestlyanddevotedly,puttingallotherthingsaside.Sowecalledhimthefunnyman,meaningonlythathewasdifferentfromthoseotherswhothoughtitincumbentonthemtoplaythepainfulmummer.Theidealasopposedtotherealmanwaswhatwemeant,onlywewerenotacquaintedwiththephrase.Thoseothers,withtheirlabouredjestsandclumsycontortions,doubtlessflatteredthemselvesthatTHEYwerefunnymen;we,whohadtositthroughandapplaudthepainfulperformance,knewbetter.