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words were about as far from being kind
and good-natured as they could be.

The way in which the quarrel com-
menced was something like this. My
father had bought me a pair of skates,
and Daniel had none. It was in the
winter, and the mill pond was all frozen
over solid, and the skating was fine.
Ah, what capital sport I have had skat-
ing on Mason’s pond. It brings back
the fresh, warm heart of my boyhood
now, only to think of it.

On the afternoon of the unfortunate
affair to which I allude, Daniel and I,
having obtained the consent of our pa-
rents, went over to the pond, to try the