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fishermen creeping through some rank grass! and all the gravestones in the churchyard- it was a large churchyard that they were in- looking on like ghosts in white, while the church tower itself looked on like the ghost of a monstrous giant. They did not creep far, before they stopped and stood upright. And then they began to fish. ¡¡¡¡They fished with a spade, at first. Presently the honoured parent appeared to be adjusting some instrument like a great corkscrew. Whatever tools they worked with, they worked hard, until the awful striking

of the church clock so terrified Young Jerry, that he made off, with his hair as stiff as his father's. ¡¡¡¡But, his long-cherished desire to know more about these matters, not only stopped him in his running away, but lured him back again. They were still fishing