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and laughing immoderately at the quaint stories 

 about the "wee little lord," when all at once I 

 stumbled, and had not the active youth suddenly 

 caught hold of the tails of my jacket, down 

 through a deep fissure in the bank, well-nigh 

 screened from view by the rank grass, should 

 I have helplessly fallen into water so deep and 

 rock-bound that, with the wading -stockings 

 on, would have left me no loop-hole of escape 

 from a sudden and miserable death. 



"Thank God!" I exclaimed with all the 

 heartfelt emotion so merciful a deliverance 

 awakened within me. 



In addition to the danger of a good ducking, 

 if not something far more serious, there is 

 another of a totally different kind many of 

 my friends have had occasionally to encounter, 

 laughable enough to any other than the unfor- 

 tunate one concerned. 



I remember at an after-dinner gathering of 

 some brother fishermen, when the usual topics 

 had been discussed, and the din of many 



