ll go a-huckleberrying

    in t.  Jo this, and

    ared o be wondering

    if tal enougo begin such, or

    aritic enougo carry it t was sailing by dead

    reckoning to t clearly o make t

    so; till take life bravely, after their

    faso face, giving it toot o

    split its massive columns ering  it

    in detail; -- to deal  roughly, as one should handle

    a tle.  But t at an overwage --

    living, Jo aritic, and failing so.

    quot;Do you ever fis; I asked.  quot;Och a mess now and

    tc;s your bait?quot;

    quot;I catc t;

    quot;Youd better go now, Jo; said ening and

    John demurred.

    tern woods

    promised a fair evening; so I took my departure.

    I asked for a drink, o get a sighe well

    bottom, to complete my survey of t there, alas! are

    s

    irrecoverable.  Meaned,

    er illed, and after consultation and long delay

    passed out to ty one -- not yet suffered to cool, not yet

    to settle.  Sucains life ; so, sting

    my eyes, and excluding tes by a skilfully directed

    undercurrent, I drank to genuine ality tiest draught I

    could.  I am not squeamish in such cases when manners are concerned.

    As I er the rain, bending my

    steps again to te to catch pickerel, wading in

    retired meadows, in sloughs and bog-holes, in forlorn and savage

    places, appeared for an instant trivial to me o

    sc as I ran doohe reddening

    ,  ti