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All this time the boys had been spinning, turning, rolling, and doing other feats upon their skates, in a quiet way, as they talked, but now they stood still, bracing themselves against the frosty air as Jacob Poot and his friend drew near. "This is my cousin, boys," said Jacob, rather out of breath. "Benjamin Dobbs. He's a John Bull and he's going to be in the race."

Poor Jacob! If that willing Mrs. Poot had only appeared just then, her services would have been invaluable. It was as much as the boys could do to hoist him into the boat. All were in at last. The schipper, puffing away at his pipe, let out the sail, lifted the brake, and sat in the stern with folded arms. "Whew! How fast we go!" cried Ben. "This is something like! Feel better, Jacob?"

Kat oetsits, none, I have none. Naum`, a bow. Stoo-an, a knife. Sassoopats, ammunition. Meenee, beads. Poommees, fat. Miss ta poot, keep off. Saw, no. Stwee, cold; it is cold. Ahseeu, good." On the 6th of February, we accompanied Mr.

He acquired a hearty contempt for Jan van Gorp, a Hollander who wrote a book in Latin to prove that Adam and Eve spoke Dutch, and he smiled a knowing smile when his uncle Poot assured him that Dutch "had great likeness mit Zinglish but it vash much petter languish, much petter." However, the fun of skating glides over all barriers of speech.

"Do you mean those you are now riding?" asked Hendrik. "No, not these, but five other horses, no, three horses and two mares, all mitout either sattles or pridles; one red horse mit one eye and a white poot on the left behind leg, one mare mit a star on the front of his head, und "

"Hellyer's school i' the village, b'y, that's wat I mean! Y'er to come along o' me. Poot yer box on yer shoulder and crass the line, young maister, an' I'll shoo yer way down." This was not to be borne.

Bolton, "that them women come up here for rest. I don't know what they want to rest from; but if it's from doin' nothin' all winter long, I guess they go back to the city poot' near's tired's they come."

Putler, wha is a very decent pody, to make any such sharge to a lady who comes from my house, or his Grace's, which is the same thing. And speaking of garrisons, in the year forty-five, I was poot with a garrison of twenty of my lads in the house of Inver-Garry, whilk had near been unhappily, for " "I beg your pardon, sir But I wish I could think of some way of indemnifying this good lady."

Sure enough, where WAS Poot? A square opening had just been cut in the ice not ten yards off. Peter observed it and, without a word, skated rapidly toward it. All the others followed, of course. Peter looked in. They all looked in; then stared anxiously at each other. "Poot!" screamed Peter, peering into the hole again. All was still. The black water gave no sign; it was already glazing on top.

The ice was a little rough and broken just there, but every boy was in high spirits. "Shall we go on by the canal or the river?" asked Peter. "Oh, the river, by all means," said Carl. "It will be such fun; they say it is perfect skating all the way, but it's much farther." Jacob Poot instantly became interested. "I vote for the canal!" he cried.

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