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" And who knows," said Bigings, " but we 

 may set upon the very same bank, and in the 

 very same place, and pull out fish from the 

 very same hole as that good man did !" 



And then he gave a sigh, and Stickings 

 said, " It is not unlikely that we may !" and 

 Rigiugs jumped up, for they were sitting in 

 Bigings's house, and putting his left hand into 

 his bosom, and extending his right in thea- 

 trical gesture, and with a countenance quite 

 as tragical as melancholy, exclaimed, 



" And thus in the spot 



Where Walton once cot 

 The fish with his rod and his line, 



I'll do what I can, 



Though a wery small man, 

 To pull out some fishes with mine!" 



And he sat down. "Bravo ! " said Stickings, 

 but Bigings said nothing, only looked at his 

 wife, who had never seen Rigings before, and 

 therefore was staring at him with mighty sur- 

 prise, thinking what a strange being he was. 

 Indeed, she was literally frightened when she 

 saw him get up to speak, for she wondered 

 what he was after, and thought he was going 

 to browbeat her about something, though when 

 she had heard what he said, and saw that he 

 sat down and composed himself, she could 



