“halp! halp!” says he, a spittin’ the green veeds out of his mouth——­“halp me, faller, and i’ll stand a bob” or summat to that efeck.

——­but i couldn’t hold out my fin to him for larfin——­and napps begun a brayin at sich a rate——­vich struck me as if he vas a larfin too, and made me larf wusser than ever——­

——­vell, at last, i contrivis to lug him out, and a preshus figger he cut to be sure——­he had kervite a new sute o’ black mud, vich didn’t smell particlar sveet i can tell you.

——­“ain’t hurt yoursef?” says i, “have you?”

——­“no”——­says he——­“but i’m dem wet and utterably spiled”——­or vords like that for he chewd’em so fine i couldn’t rightly hit ’em.

——­ater i’d scraped him a little desent, and he’d tip’d a hog——­vich vas rayther hansum——­i ax’d him vere he’d left his tile?

“tile?”——­says he——­a yogglin his i’s and openin’ his jaws like a dyin’ oyster “yes your castor”——­says i, “your beaver your hat.”

“Oh!”----says he, p’inting dismal to the pond----“gone to the devil d___
me!”——­so vith that he takes out a red and yuller vipe, and ties it about
his hed, lookin’ for all the vorld like a apple-ooman.

——­as he had come down hansum i in coorse ofer’d to ketch his prad vich va’n’t much difficulty——­and up he jumps and lepped with a squosh into the saddle——­and rid of vithout as much as sayin’ by your leave good luck to you or anythink else——­

—–­vell, this here vos the end and upshot o’ that day’s fun for I vos too late for the start by ten minnits——­i saw ’em goin’ it at a distance so i takes a sight!——­but i had too much valley for napes to put im to it so as to get up vith ’em——­or he might a done it praps!—–­

——­i’ve lived like a fightin cock and am as fatt as butter——­but the race is goin’ to begin in a hour and i must go and ketch napps who’s a grazin on the commun and looks oncommun vell——­so no more at present from,

Yours, my prime ’un,

dick stammer.