A SAD STORY. 



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" One day, one dreadful, dreadful day, I was talking thus with 

 my son and his landlord, when suddenly something huge and dark 



was seen above us, swimming slowly downward through the cleai 

 watjer. At first I paid no attention to it, supposing it to be a shark, 

 or some other large fish; but as it drew nearer I saw that it was 

 no fish, but a strange and horrible monster, the like of which had 



