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craw 'twas as coomed whoam to her. 

 " Who in the 'ouruld be you ? " zays Molly. 

 " Why, 1 '11 be whipped if 't aint our 

 Jack ! " and awoy a hobbled up street to 

 vetch Measter Smith, the cow-doctor. 'Twas 

 a lang time avoor a looked like hizzelf 

 agen, 



S. A pretty episode in the life of an 

 angler, and worthy to be recorded with the 

 story I told you yesterday. Now then, 

 Julian, pitch your minnow into that eddy, 

 and if you should peradventure hook a fish, 

 be warned by the fate of Jack Ockle, and 

 don't run down a bee-hive in your ecstasy. 

 You have him ! steady ! he 's a fine fellow, 

 and will fight for it ; keep him clear of 

 that post, that 's well wind up. No ! 

 another plunge, and another ! don't pull 

 him against the stream, or he 's lost. Get 

 below, and gently tow him down towards 

 that slope. Give me the landing-net. 

 There he is ! a fine fish indeed ; a good 



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