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ourselves, each under some projecting pebble 

 or stone, over which the waters rushed harm- 

 lessly, so far as we were concerned, and in 

 which quiet haven, fed from the sack I have 

 before mentioned, we lay safe, happy, and in 

 full enjoyment of our new life, making obser- 

 vations on the, to us, wide world, which opened 

 to our view." 



CHAPTER II. 



My infancy. The perils that attended it. My enemies. 

 I moralise, and marvel for what end they were per- 

 mitted to exist. 



" Labour is the lot not only of man, but of 

 birds, beasts, and fishes. We must all work 

 for our living, and I for one have a natural 

 inclination to swim against the stream ; but I 

 own to looking back to this period of my life 

 as one of unmixed happiness. Fed without the 

 trouble of seeking, or even opening my mouth 

 to swallow, my food sheltered by an over- 

 hanging stone, and lulled by the pleasant ripple 

 of the stream around me I passed a dreamy, 



