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Ha! master,--at my day's work, you see:--fit for nothing else now. When a musquet's halfworn out, schoolboys buy it--pop it at sparrows. I be like the musket: but never mind--have not seen the world for nothing. We get reconciled to all things: that's my way--augh! Now, Sir, you shall watch me catch the finest trout you have seen this summer: know where he lies--under the bush yonder. Whi--sh! Sir, whi--sh!