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ful as it looks to unaccustomed eyes, a more serious accident than a ducking seldom occurs; and at that, the banks resound with the yells of laughter Sambo sends after his brother-in-water. We've pretty thoroughly done the boat, said Styles, about midday. Let's go up to the professor's den and see if his head aches from ‘ze Van Dorn. So up we mounted, passing on the way the faro bank, that advertises its neighborhood by most musical jingling of chips and half dollars. Hello, Spring Chicken, cried Styles, to a youth in a blue sack with shoulder straps, who sat at the door of a state-room near by. Look out for the tiger! I hear him about. No danger, me boy, responded the youth. I'm too old a stager for that. Aye, Aye! We seen that before, put in his companion, a buttoned middie of eighteen, innocent of beard. A confounded pigeon came by here just now, jingling his halves and pretending he'd won 'em. Wasting time! Wasn't he, Styles? We're too old birds to be caug
worldly-minded middie of river-boat memory and Spring Chicken, his colleague; both talking very loud, and the and cried out: Hurrah for Muggins! Spring Chicken stopped, balanced himself on his heels and annoee here, my good fellow, I'm Peacock! repeated Spring Chicken. The thunder you are! You can't be two people! Sir! responded Spring Chicken, with even greater dignity, I do not-hic — desire to argue with you. I -- I'm a northern man, yelled the now irate Spring Chicken. Curse you, sir! what are my principles to yo with the ugly knife he drew from his back. Spring Chicken had remained passive during the recital of the e. Didl't have aly wash to spout, remarked Spring Chicken, with his head under his arm. Yes-we owed o the colonel. Thasso, ol‘ cock! hiccoughed Spring Chicken. And when I got the money and we went up toes. Mussput-hic-fi dollus on-jack? remarked Spring Chicken. See yer, Styse-o'boy, damfattolman-con'l is!