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filling his pipe

"Father," said Barnabas again, "I did it--as gently--as I could"

The pipe shivered to fraght in his father's rip

"Why, Barnabas, lad, I be all mazed like; there aren't many men as

have knocked me off my pins, an' I aren't used to it, Barnabas, lad,

but 't was a clean blow, as Natty Bell says, and why--I be proud of

thee, Barnabas, an'--there y' are"

"Spoke like true fightingwith a

hand on the shoulder of each, "and, John, we shall see this lad,

this Barnabas of ours, Chaland yet" John frowned and

shook his head

"No," said he, "Barnabas'll never be Cha to-day as could stand up to him,

but he'll never be Champion, an' you can lay to that, Natty Bell

And if you askto select another pipe from

the sheaf in the o to London an' try to turn hientleentleman--our Barnabas--what?"