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sot three  hens  Wednesdays,  and  one’s  eggs  all  addled,  and  otic  she
                         got broke  up  afore  sh’d  sot  a week,  and  t'other  one  hatched  out three
                          chickens  that was  blind  as  bats,  and  never  had no  tail-feathers J
                            I went so  airly,  that  f  was  in  hopes  there  wouldn’t  be  no  speckle-
                         petaters  to  see  my  fiist  attempt;  but:,  lawful  hear!;!  the  pond  was
                          lined  with  ’em !   I  felt  rather  down  in  the  mouth  at the idea of  trying;
                          my skill  afore al!  them  people, but I  was too plucky  to hack  out.
                            I sot down  on  the ground,  and  strapped  on  my  skates;  and  grab­
                         bing my pole firm!y  in  both  hands,  I  got  onto  the  ice.  The  minnit  T
                          got. on,  I  sot  rile  down  flat,  in  spite of all  I  could  do,  and  it  was  as
                          much as  five  minutes  afore  I  could  git  up  agin.  And  when  I  did  my
                         left foot begun  for to  run  rite round  t’other one,  and  I  run  rite  round
                          arter it.   The fust  thing  I  knowed  my heels  was  up,  and  my  head
                         was  down,  and  I  thought  it  was  night  and  all the  stars  in  the  firmary
                         was  having  a shooting-match,
                            Sam  Jellison  he  seed  me  fall,  and  come and picked  me  up.  Sam  is
                         dreadful  attentive to  me, because he’s  trying to  shine my darter  "Retsey.
                         I  can  see through  it all,   He wanted  to  help  me  stiddy  myself,  but  I
                         wouldn’t let  him,  and  started  off  upon  the  dog  trot.   1  could  run  a
                         good deal  better  than  T  could  slide.   I  thought I'd  go  over on  t’other
                         side of  the pond,  where  Miss  Pike  and  some  other  friends  of  mine
                         was ;  and,  sticking" my  long pole into  the  airholes,  I  made  out  to  get
                         under way.     And  after  I  once  got  started,  the  difficulty  was to  stop
                         myself.  I  went rite  ahead  like a -steam  injinc  down  grade.  1  found
                         it  wasn't no  use to  fite  against  fate ;  and,  concluding  that  this  was  the
                         fun  of  skating,  I  drawed  up  my pole and  let  it  stick  out  each  side  of
                         me,  and  sailed  on.   I  had  the wind  in  my back,  and  it  tilled  my yaller
                         petticoat  so  that it floated  out afore  me  like the  star  spangled  banner
                         on  the  Fourth  of July.
                            I  was  a-coming to where the skaters  were at  it  pretty thick ;  but  I
                         1  didn't  think  to  take  my  pole in,  and  the fust  thing  I  knowtd  I  was a
                         mowing of  'em  down  with  it,  rite and left,  as  a  two-hoss  mowing-ma­
                         chine takes  down  the  grass  on  a  mcdder.
                            The ice was  lined with the ruins J   Muffs,  and  hoods,  and  gloves,
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