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made the trip too quick. Then the question arose, was 1 dead 

 or not? whereupon, I opened my eyes and discovered that I 

 was alive and unhurt, sitting astride a clump of ivy bushes 

 that orrew in the crevice of the rock. My hat had gone over 

 after the deer, but I was sitting safe enouojh astride of those 

 blessed bushes with my gun still clutched' in my hand, and 

 looking up discovered that I had slid down about fifteen feet 

 from the top of the rock ; hut how to get back I did not see. 

 I could finish the trip down with very little difticulty, but was 

 not willing to make the trip voluntarily, to the contrary hugged 

 the rock at my back more tenaciously ; indeed there has ever 

 been an inclination in my nature to ascend rather than descend, 

 though in actual experience I believe the latter has been my 



fate. 



But the all important question with me now was, how to 

 get out of that place. I was discontented, was dissatisfied with 

 my position in life ; I wanted to resign and even to abandon 

 the position without a formal resignation. Oh, how I needed 

 the advice and aid of some good friend just then. From my 

 sit-point I could see into the veranda of my own sweet home 

 (had been married but a short time). When in great trouble 

 I try to reason as well as pray — and reason as methodically as 

 possible. To extricate myself from this terrible imprison- 

 ment, I had to devise some method, so I adopted methodism 

 unanimously, and began to shout most lustily ; but it soon 

 occurred to me that there was a difference between the Meth 

 odist's experience and mine, for they claim to shout when they 

 are harpy, and I felt sure I was not happy ; I did not feel the 

 slightest symptoms of happiness, still I kept on shouting, but 

 it was no go, for the wind was against me and I could not make 

 myself heard. I continued to shout; to tell the truth, I yelled 



