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rod after him. Rigings laid hold of the rod, 

 and soon stopped the progress of the poor 

 beast, who, feeling the hook pulled upon, 

 howled most horridly. 



"Well, to be sure!" said he; "here's a 

 pretty how-do-you-do ! who'd er thought I 

 should ever er cotch a dog ?" And upon this 

 a youth came running up, to whom the dog 

 belonged, who took hold of him, and Rigings 

 put his rod down and went to his assistance. 

 " He's swallowed my bait," said he. 



"Yes," said the youth, "and the hook's 

 fast in his jaw, and I don't know how I shall 

 get it out." 



Rigings looked at it and felt it, and said 

 " No, that'll never come out till its cut out, 

 and so I must leave it in him ;" and so saying, 

 he pulled out his knife and cut the line close 

 to his mouth, and back he went to his com- 

 panions. They were taking their rods to 

 pieces, for Bigings was soaked to the skin, 

 and the others up to their knees, and there- 

 fore they said they must get dry somehow or 

 other. Beside which, if they had not been 

 wet, they could not have fished any more, for 

 they had all lost their hooks, Stickings with 

 the pig, Bigings with the figure, and Rigings 



