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speck on the water, and ran on and on for a long

$$t$tch before w f could distinguish what the object
wa$; and then the hoy with the glass suddenly

exclaimed: “ I do believe it is our J e t'”

And so, indeed, it was! As we ran past him
and came up in the wind to pick him up, the

duai1 old fellow recognized us, and followed the

boat, as she turned, with as grateful eyes as ever

were seen in the world. When we dragged him

on hoard he sank into the bottom of the boat
e xl 1 au s ted. A 1th ou gh al m os t am ph i bi ou s, h e li ad

been swimming so long that he was thoroughly

water-logged. He could not raise his head when

he got home, and we had to carry him up the

bank on a hand-barrow. It was many a long
day before Jet recovered from that soaking, and

he was not at all free about going into the water

aejain all summer. Where he had been, how he
got there, and how he came to be swimming to­

wards home in the middle of Raritan Bay, of

course we never knew. The children adopted

the theory that he had been taken to New York,

had found a chance to jump overboard there, and