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Or did some one throw a big stone? That was Mr Jack. What a fellow you are! A jack—a pike—a big fish—took one of the young moorhens for his dinner. Lie down flat, and slowly peep over the bank through that grass. Then look down. Now for some fish.

They pull up that post, and poke a peg in one of those holes, and that keeps it open, so as the water can run out down that gully behind there through the wood. There used to be hundreds of years ago a great forge there, and the water turned a wheel ot work the big hammers when they used aeult dig iron here, and melt it with charcoal.

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