§2 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

something in my breast which seemed to
say: ‘** This is what you get by disobe-
dience. You deserve it all, and more.”

Oh, how that thought tortured me!
--It was a long time—I do not remem-
ber how long, but it seemed an age,
and I believe it was some two or three
months—before I could walk in the door
yard; and for some time after that, I
had to hobble about, like an old horse
who has got the spring halt.

From the day of that unfortunate fall,
until I became almost as large as Peter,
the territory in which I hunted for hens’
nests never embraced the high scaffold.