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their pails and watering pans ; in consequence of 

 which I was compelled to snap my line, and turn 

 upon my fair tormentors. But let no boy of four- 

 teen ever try to face a batch of lasses. In fine, I 

 was terribly mauled, and did not feel my ears at all 

 comfortable in their externals for a considerable 

 time afterwards. 



But enough of these idle anecdotes. The reader 

 will now understand that I, Harry Otter, was an 

 idle scamp. If he chooses to keep company with 

 me in my rambles, he will, nevertheless, find no 

 very particular harm in me, and I on my part shall 

 be delighted to hold good fellowship with an indul- 

 gent brother of the craft. 



