OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 53 



Then in the river it went plump, 

 And with it Timothy. 



At bottom, &c. 



Ag on the river lay the tree, 



And nearly half across, 



To wade the water, Timothy 



Soon made up his mind, 

 Said he, it's no use staying here 

 To ride this wooden horse, 

 If over I might kill my fish 



And leave my foe behind. 

 'Twas difficult to reach the shore, 

 The disappointed bull did roar, 

 But he car'd not now he was o'er, 



Awhile the fish did flounder, 

 But when subdued he ope'd his jaws, 

 With wonder Tim awhile did pause, 

 For staring surely he'd good cause, 



The fish was a ten pounder. 



At bottom, c. 



6. 



He pack'd it in some sedges 

 And placed it at his back, 



