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return—no more refresh this bosom with the breath of peace. They are gone! gone for ever!
Enter Switzer, with water in his hat.
Switzer.
Captain, here drink! water fresh and cool as ice.—
Grimm.
What is the matter, Switzer?—you are bleeding.
Switzer.
Matter? a mere joke—a trifling accident, that might have cost me only my neck and a couple of legs.—I was going trotting along a steep bank of the river on the brow of yonder declivity—'Tis all sand, you know—Plump, in a moment, down goes the bank under my feet, and I made a clever tumble of ten good Rhenish yards at the least—there I lay for a while like a log and when I came to my senses, I found myself safe on the gravel, and fine fresh water just at my hand.—Poh! not a bad caper, said I, since I've got my Captain a drink by it!
Moor.
(Gives back the hat to Switzer, and wipes
his