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"That is nothing to thee," so saying I wanted to pursue my way."
"Fairly and softly, my dear boy, why in such a hurry? What weighty business is it which makes thee run so fast?"
"I mused a moment, and cannot conceive what prompted me to reply in a slow accent, "life is short and hell everlasting."
"He stared at me with a ghastly look, "I will be damned," he resumed at length, if thou hast not stumbled against a gallows on thy way."
"It may come to that one time, farewell, comrade."
"Stay a moment longer," he exclaimed, "taking a tin bottle from his hunting pouch and offering it to me after he had swallowed a large draught: The hurry of my fright"and
