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hole where they have been digging clams. 

 Soon he is going to have the laugh on Bac 

 and Gnn, when he takes another step, and down 

 he goes into the hole headlong. " Dang it ! 

 what next ? " Don't that sound to you as 

 a near approach to classic English ? A kind 

 of utterance that comes when a fellow gets 

 an unexpected plunge. He couldn't lie 

 there, even if there was nobody to laugh at 

 and sympathize with him. Presently from 

 the northern pole came the stentorian voice 

 of Bac, " Pat where are you?" followed by 

 the deep guttural tones of Gun. " Pat ! 

 Pat ! Pat ! where are you ? Was that you 

 we heard splashing in the water a while ago, 

 and practising swear-talk?" Not a sound 

 from Pat for a little, when the stillness is 

 broken by a deep bass voice, " Three Little 

 Birds are we," which, being encored by the 

 enamoured listeners, was followed by "I'm 

 going home to change my clothes." 



Well, troubles and difficulties, like every- 

 thing else, have an end, and so did this seeking 

 terra firma, which, at the closing, was aided by 

 others from the house, bringing the lantern to 

 us. As we stood there admiring each other's 



