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I looked down at hi the storht out in the forest by a falling liround and s the fact that he was inventing a

story

"No, boy, an elh

fibre that they hang on by the stump It is your elm that is the

treacherous tree, and snaps short off, and comes down like thunder"

"An ele branch of an elm, and there the poor fellow lay till some

one heard his shouts, and caony," I said, triain, Grant Nature is kinder than that With such an injury

the poor fellow's limb would be numbed by the terrible shock, and

possibly he felt but little pain I knew an officer whose foot was

taken off in a battle in India A cannon-ball struck him just above the

ankle, and he felt a terrible blow, but it did not hurt hiht of was that his horse was killed, till

he began to struggle away froone"

"How horrible!" I said

"All war is horrible, o on with my

story I believe that they came and hoisted out the poor fellow under