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you couldn't lei feler go down, could
you p


why do you think you could jump off in
time p


ooh. YES, Pm reckoned considerable Of a
iumper-iumpin' does me good; once jump
ed on a hay NOW thirty feet high, and II made
me SO supple that Pm give 10 10 be the best dan
Ger in the hull township


well, get on, and take care OF YOURSELF


Suddenly the car moved off, and our friend
found the speed so fearful, and the decliviiy so
great. that he was forced to stoop down and
grasp the sides of his vehicle for support. The
place where the aborer had leaped off was
reached, but the Yankee was not in the posi-
ton TO jump; he had TO hold on, and running
down descent three times as steep as that
which he had come, sudden click shot the
bolt, and, with a violent force, out went the
contents, Yankee included, into the hopper.


Murder! gel me out! stop the consarn e
shouted our hero, as he felt himself sliding
down the hopper to the cylinder. Murder!
stop the consarn--l'll be killed =


But the motive power Of the 'consarn was
water. which had no sympathy with those
who pursue knowledge under difficulties, and
those who saw, were too distant, too much
conyulsed with laughing 10 yield assistance.
Into the screen he slid, landing on the top, and
as he felt himself revolving with the coal, he
grasped the wires in desperation. to prevent
himself from being rolled to the bottom
around the wheel he went, and our friends
sensibiities were touched up by plentiful
shower of fne coal dust riddled through from
all the chambers. He managed to get one eye
open, and saw with delight, that the cylinder
was only about fifteen feet in length, and he
forced his way forward to the opening with
desperation, but he was not altogether success
fu; another revolution of the wheel had yet to
be borne, and the next time he reached the bot
tom he was shot out Of the scupper into the
boat beneath. To the screams of laughter with
which his advent was hailed, our hero said
not word, but getting out an old handkerchief
rubbed the dust out Of his eyes, and survey
ing his torn apparel and bruised, battered,
scratched, and cut limbs, he raised his vein,
to know as what qualify Of anthracite he had
been delivered-when, smashing his remnant
of hat over his eyes, he stumped off, mutter-
ing 'BRoKnN and SCREENED by thunder


PHlLADELHHIA, September, l746.