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cient command of himself to retain his
balance. He fell head foremost from
the tree, before his companion could
reach him, and was almost instantly
killed.

So ended the short career of Laughing
Bill.

Boys, I could preach you a long ser-
mon, with William Scott for a text. I
could talk’ with a great deal of feeling on
that subject, too; for the tears will come
into my eyes, in spite of myself, when I
think of what that young man was, and
when I trace his history in my mind, till
I come to its terrible end. How I loved
that boy; and what sorrow filled my