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the town, and that that dam drains the worst 

 part of the infected districts? You are in 

 for it!" 



What the being " in for it " really meant I was 

 left to surmise. But the doctor made me take my 

 muddy boots off on the lawn and leave them 

 there ; then hurried me off to my bedroom, where 

 I had to discard most of my apparel, which was 

 conveyed away with a pair of tongs and, I believe, 

 burnt (I never inquired as to what became of it, 

 but 1 certainly never saw it again). I was then 

 compelled to take an antiseptic hot bath, and 

 finally, after much negotiation, was persuaded to 

 swallow some horrible " preventative " mixture, 

 with the saving clause that it was to be followed 

 by a stiff B. and S. For days afterwards I was 

 looked upon with suspicion, and, I imagined, 

 avoided, which hurt me. But time went on, and, 

 like the jackdaw of Rheims, I was not " a penny 

 the worse." 



From the Pennine hills, originated by perennial 

 springs, ultimately developing into a full-grown 

 stream, comes the Tees, whose transparency ceases 

 only as it approaches dingy Middlesbrough. 



One season I had permission to fish in this 

 beautiful river for two miles on either side of 

 Barnard Castle. Unfortunately there had been no 



