XOTITHERN MEMOIRS. 79 



Theoph. Had I skill enough, I would certain- 

 ly do it. 



Am. So I perceive ; but you'r now almost at 

 a stand. Pull. 



Theoph. On the other hand, he strives to pull 

 all in pieces ; which he will certainly do, if I do 

 not reclaim him. But where is he now ? 



Am. Gone to the bottom, it may be. 



Tlieoph. And it may be, I begin to smell the 

 plot ; he courts the deep for self-security. 



Am. Then you fancy the streams won't pro- 

 tect him ; because there's no plot in them. 



Theoph. Plots for the most part, you know, lie 

 deepest ; so he sinks to the bottom for self-pre- 

 servation, and creeps to death as if of old ac- 

 quaintance. 



Am. Rash results reap repentance ; mistake 

 not your self by dooming his death ; he's but 

 slipt to the bottom to recruit himself, and inden- 

 ture with stones to oblige their protection. 



Theopli. What, must we have now another va- 

 gary ? Is my scaly companion surrounded and 

 compounded of nothing but frolicks ? which, for 

 ought I know, may cost him his life, if he is not 

 mindful to look to his hitts. 



Am. And you must be advised to look well 

 to yours ; for he'l not come ashore to beg his life. 

 Stand fast, therefore, and call to mind your for- 

 mer rudiments ; for trust me, I shall give you 



