As for papa, He snaps when I offer him his offspring, Just as he snaps when I poke a bit of stick at him, Because he is irascible this morning, an irascible tortoise Being touched with love, and devoid of fatherliness.
Five, and five again, and five again, And round the edges twenty-five little ones, The sections of the baby tortoise shell.
In Chelonians, the turtle and tortoise group, the characters of the carpus vary with the family.
The tortoise and turtle tribe shut up the animal in a true box of bone, which is cased with an armour of horny plates.
Carry with you a live tortoise, and when you come to a cross road and do not know which one to choose, put down the tortoise and follow it.
A soldier at Salonika has sent a live tortoise home to his relatives at Streatham.
If, on the other hand, the tortoise was just sent as a souvenir we should discourage the practice.
An eagle, which was flying overhead, mistook his bald head for a stone and dropped thetortoise which it was carrying in its claws to break its shell.
This is in fact true; but the view that an infinite number of instants make up an infinitely long time is not true, and therefore the conclusion that Achilles will never overtake the tortoise does not follow.
Achilles must then make up that, and again the tortoise will be ahead.
He must first reach the place from which the tortoise started.
One of the guinea-pigs was never seen again, and the same with the tortoise when we had done his shell with vermilion paint.
There was a tortoise in it, and a rabbit, and a peacock, and sheep, and dogs, and a kitten.
So I explained to her that it would be very poor fun without a tortoise and a peacock, and she saw this, though not willingly.
Mr. Smith also gives the story of how the tortoise outran the deer, which is identical as to incident with Uncle Remus's story of how Brer Tarrypin outran Brer Rabbit.
The struggle between the whale and tapir goes on until each thinks the tortoise is the strongest of animals.
Then there is the story of how the tortoise pretended that he was stronger than the tapir.
He tells the latter he can drag him into the sea, but the tapir retorts that he will pull the tortoise into the forest and kill him besides.
The tortoise thereupon gets a vine-stem, ties one end around the body of the tapir, and goes to the sea, where he ties the other end to the tail of a whale.
Professor Hartt, in his Amazonian Tortoise Myths, quotes a story from the Riverside Magazine of November, 1868, which will be recognized as a variant of one given by Uncle Remus.
A shell of a Victoria River tortoise has been deposited in the British Museum.
They tell us that our fathers used these hunting-grounds ever since the earth was placed on the back of the big tortoise which upholds it.
If this be true, it moves as slowly as the tortoise walks.
The tortoise atrium, atrium testudinatum, was small and without a compluvium.
But when Tortoise came to earth, he began to make war.
Now Tortoise had a shell-covered back, very broad.
Therefore Tortoise at once began to sink into the water.
This tortoise is a vegetable-feeder, and is very fond of lettuce leaves, more especially when they are quite crisp and fresh, so that it can easily nip them to pieces with its sharp jaws.
He therefore decided to glaze the shell of the tortoise with gold.
It oscillated and wavered, revealing the serpentine head of a tortoise which, suddenly terrified, retreated into its shell.
This tortoise was a fancy which had seized Des Esseintes some time before his departure from Paris.
There, in a shop window on the Palais Royal, lay a huge tortoise in a large basin.
After he had finished his tea, he returned to his study and had the servant carry in the tortoise which stubbornly refused to budge.
Des Esseintes now watched the tortoise squatting in a corner of the dining room, shining in the shadow.
In the Cuddapah district, a cultivator applied for remission of rent, because one of his fields had been left waste owing to a tortoise making its appearance in it.
The appearance of a tortoise in a house, or in a field which is being ploughed, is inauspicious.
We'll show him that the Blue Tortoise Patrol isn't afraid to take a dare from any one, and we'll show him a few stunts to make his Bull Moose up there in the woods turn green with envy.
Then he remembered the whistle which he always carried and the emergency call for help of the Blue Tortoise Patrol.
Now, fellows, the Blue Tortoise yell for the best Scout I know--Pat Malone!
Of course when the story was told to the Blue Tortoise Patrol Sparrer was more popular than ever.
It was an afternoon never to be forgotten by the Blue Tortoise Patrol, and it was an equally memorable one for Pat.
It wasn't until about three weeks later when he came around in full uniform and said that he would like to be a Blue Tortoise that I tumbled to what the trouble had been.
I'm proud to be out with the Blue Tortoise Patrol, as fine a bunch of real Scouts as I know of.
They talked it all over and then they came around and asked me if I supposed Sparrer would like to join the Blue Tortoise Patrol.
He was himself once more, the Sparrer of the streets, able to take care of himself and keep his head in any emergency; the Sparrer of the Blue Tortoise Patrol, noting the number of the fleeing machine at the time of the accident.
The Blue Tortoise Patrol should be proud thot it has a son av St. Patrick.
Meanwhile Pat, Hal and the three members of the Blue Tortoise Patrol who had started out with them were working with might and main at the scene of the accident and in their hearts praying that help would reach them speedily.
In about three days after I left Sussex the tortoise retired into the ground under the hepatica.
An explanation ensued, and it turned out that thetortoise had really belonged to him, as he proved by showing a little hole he had bored through the shell in order to tether Master Jack and prevent his straying away.
The shell of a tortoise should be well oiled every few weeks, as it is apt to grow too dry, and might be liable to crack or peel off, the artificial life the creature leads in confinement tending to have a desiccating effect upon the shell.
Let it not be forgotten that a tortoise is a thirsty creature, and needs to have access to water in some very shallow pan out of which it can drink.
The tortoise had been the gift of a dear friend, and the loss of this pet had been quite a sorrow in the family.
One day a tortoise was brought to me by a man who said he had picked it up in one of my fields.
I can confirm this statement from my own observation, and when my tortoise walks in a weak sort of fashion, as if his limbs had no strength, it is a sure presage of fine weather.
The sun shines upon the floor of my conservatory in different places according to the time of day, and my tortoise “improves the shining hour” by seeking these pleasant sunny spots and basking in them in rotation as the day goes on.
Although somewhat slow and inert, a tortoise is quite worth keeping, and when well cared for, properly fed, and taken notice of, it has a good deal of a quaint sort of intelligence.
Either from carelessness or ignorance the poor tortoise is hardly ever properly fed, and, though it can endure privation for a longer time than most creatures, yet unless food is supplied it must die miserably of starvation at last.
One constantly hears the remark, “We had a tortoise for a few months, but it died.
Just then the hunter, in a state Of hunger most disconsolate, Perceived the Tortoise on his path, And, thereupon, subdued his wrath.
The Tortoise liking much this plan, Straightway the friendly Ducks began To see how one for flight unfitted Might through the realms of air be flitted.
Careless, he lets the Tortoise pace, Grave as a senator.
And thus the hapless Tortoise soon Had been condemned to knife and spoon, Had not the Crow the dear Gazelle Taught how to act the lame man well.
The people wondered as the cortège passed, And truly it was droll to see A Tortoiseand her house in the Ducks' company.
Of course the Rat undid the strings That held the bag where Tortoise lay, And all four friends got safe away!
It has been proved by experiment that the tortoise can live though deprived of its brains, but the tortoise is the animal with the hardest epidermis known.
They tried to push the tortoise aside; but he clung to the sides of the tree with his claws, so that it was impossible to remove him.
The tortoise and the hedgehog huddled themselves up and blocked up the opening, keeping watch lest harm should befall them.
They call the tortoise the footstool (pidha) of God, and have adopted the Hindu theory that the earth is supported by a tortoise swimming in the midst of the ocean.
In some localities members of the Kachhun or tortoise sept will not eat a pumpkin which drops from a tree because it is considered to resemble a tortoise.
