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mountain all night ; or to lie down and fleep, like 

 Jacob of old, with the bare ftones for your pillow. 



Clericus. You don't think we are going right, 

 then ? 



Pifcator. Half an hour ago I thought fo, but I 

 am not quite fo fure now. 



Clericus. A pretty fort of a fellow you are to 

 fet up for a guide. You know the nature of this 

 wild country fo well, that you ought to be able to 

 fmell out your way like a dog. 



Pifcator. I tell you what we ought to go 

 ftraight up the mountain now, as I fufpecl: we are 

 not far from the brow that dips a little, as we re- 

 marked this morning. 



Clericus. You are wrong, depend upon it j we 

 muft ftill keep bearing to the right. If we go 

 ftraight up as you propofe, we mail have to fcale 

 one precipice, and then moft likely break our 

 necks on the other fide. 



Pifcator. Well, have your own way. I don't 

 at all like the appearance of it. I never remember 

 being caught in fo intenfe a mift before. 



Clericus. The farther we proceed, the more do 

 I begin to doubt which of us is in the right. Sup- 

 pofe we fplit the difference, (as the vulgar faying 

 is,) and now take the direction you advifed fome 

 time ago ? 



