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intil the left, and wi 5 ae squash played plunge into the 

 pool, and awa' doon the eddies like a porpus. I thocht 

 I sou'd hae gane mad, Heaven forgie me and I fear I 

 swore like a trooper. Loupin' wi' a spang frae the stane, 

 I missed ma feet, and gaed head owre heels intil the water 

 while amang the rushin' o' the element I heard roars o' 

 lauchter, as if frae the kelpie himsell, but what,*afterwards 

 turned out to be guffaws frae your Men's Boyd and 

 Juniper Bank, wha had been wutnessin' the drama frae 

 commencement to catastrophe. 



North, Ha ! ha ! ha ! James ! it must have been ex- 

 cessively droll. 



Shep. Bisin' to the surface with guller, I shook ma 

 nieve at the ne'er-do-weels, and then doon the river after 

 the sumph o' a saumon, like a verra otter. Followin' noo 

 the sight and noo the scent, I was na lang in comin' up 

 wi' him for he was as deed as Dawvid and lyin' on 

 his back, I protest, just like a man restin' himsel' at 

 the soomin'. I had forgotten the gaff so I fasten'd 

 ma teeth intil the shouther o' him and like a Newfound- 

 Ian' savin' a duel frae droonin', I bare him to the shore, 

 while, to do Boyd and Jumper justice, the lift rang wi' 

 acclamations. 



North. What may have been his calibre ? 



Shep. On puttin' him intil the scales at nicht he just 

 turned three stane trone. 



Tickler. (Stretching himself out to an incredible extent.) 

 Alas ! 'twas but a dream ! 



