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the town, and that that dam drains the worst 

 part of the infected districts? You are in 

 for it!" 



What the being "in for it" really meant I was 

 left to surmise. But the doctor made me take my 

 muddy boots off on the lawn and leave them 

 there ; then hurried me off to my bedroom, where 

 I had to discard most of my apparel, which was 

 conveyed away with a pair of tongs and, I believe, 

 burnt (I never inquired as to what became of it, 

 but 1 certainly never saw it again). I was then 

 compelled to take an antiseptic hot bath, and 

 finally, after much negotiation, was persuaded to 

 swallow some horrible "preventative" mixture, 

 with the saving clause that it was to be followed 

 by a stiff B. and S. For days afterwards I was 

 looked upon with suspicion, and, I imagined, 

 avoided, which hurt me. But time went on, and, 

 like the jackdaw of Rheims, I was not " a penny 

 the worse." 



From the Pennine hills, originated by perennial 

 springs, ultimately developing into a full-grown 

 stream, comes the Tees, whose transparency ceases 

 only as it approaches dingy Middlesbrough. 



One season I had permission to fish in this 

 beautiful river for two miles on either side of 

 Barnard Castle. Unfortunately there had been no 



