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As this over-full May-day wore on, I began to 

 wonder what was to be its prominent incident, for 

 as yet I had been but pleasantly entertained, and 

 nothing that smacked of adventure had occurred. 

 I had not long to wait. Soon there was a violent 

 agitation of the water in a distant meadow, and I 

 knew that some strange creature had at last ap- 

 peared upon the scene. What could it be to 

 lash the water into a foam ? Even if the sea-ser- 

 pent or a giant octopus from the Atlantic, I was 

 willing to meet it, and made my little boat fairly 

 fly over the flooded meadows. How I fancied 

 strange creatures and strange adventures ! What 

 wonders I was to accomplish, and yet armed only 

 with my oars ! What a fever of excitement I 

 worked myself into to find a dozen or more 

 stranded carp ! 



It was a melancholy ending to my anticipated 

 victory over something worthy of capture. They 

 were sluggish and frightened fish, and of course 

 could be readily picked up. It would be well to 

 take one home, to show the family ; but my views 

 of the matter and those entertained by the carp 

 seemed to differ. They neither permitted my 

 picking them up nor offered any opportunity to be 

 knocked senseless by an oar. They were not fools, 

 but I felt like one. How much easier it is to 

 measure your neighbors than to correctly estimate 

 yourself. 



Daylight ended, as usual, all too soon, but there 

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