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under water almost as far as he had fallen from 

 land. The place was several fathoms deep ; 

 and on their rising to the surface, Dick grab- 

 bed his comrade, and bore him safely to a boat 

 which was lying under the precipice prepared 

 for the event. So Dick Poole won the hun- 

 dred pounds, and Dan Doherty was none the 

 worse. 



Sunday, of course, is a day of rest at the 

 Wisp. My uncle is a rigid Sabbatarian ; 

 to this extent at least, that neither his ox 

 nor his ass, his man- nor his maid-servants, 

 his pointers nor his setters, are exercised 

 against their will on that occasion. The village 

 of Arvine is about three miles from us, and 

 Uncle Joe proposes that I should go with him 

 there and see the peasantry hearing mass. As 

 we walk or drive along the road we meet the 

 congregation the elder women in long hooded 

 cloaks, the younger in shawls and caps, the 

 men in quaint tailcoats and breeches all 

 bound in the same direction. Some of the 

 strong farmers well-to-do farmers have out- 

 side cars, on either side of which the ladies of 

 the family are hung as if in panniers, and on 



