Wil-lie whistl-ed, and cut a-way, not-with-stand-ing the burn-ing heat of the sun: his sic-kle glis-ten-ed, and the corn fell in such long sweeps that I do be-lieve it was as ma-gi-cal as the hands them-selves.

Maybe they've reached the leemit now, but I hae ma dootsI'm never thinking a Yankee has reached a leemit, for I've ma doots that he has ane!

We passed, in rapid succession, the Mauzhe-ma-gwoos or Trout, Graverod's, Unnebish, or Elm, and Pug-ge-do-wa, or Misery River, in Fishing Bay.

The red person must have tumbled to William as well, for he increased the revolutions to one hundred and forty per minute and broke into a shrill lullaby of his own impromptu composition: "Go to sleep, Mummy's liddle Did-ums; Go to sleep, Daddy's liddle Thing-ma-jig.

When he had col-lect-ed a suf-fi-ci-en-cy of dri-ed leaves to-ge-ther to make his rest-ing place soft-er, he pre-par-ed to lie down, when, to his as-to-nish-ment and de-light, he be-held the gi-gan-tic hands spread them-selves over him, with the fin-gers en-twin-ed, ma-king for him the most per-fect lit-tle tent in the world.

There, in dazzling white flesh, was all it had promised; and when she called "Pyg-ma-lion!"

M-ma-marry, and't please you, I am Re-Re-Redcap.

"O ma pauvre femme!