The Ontario Readers Third Book . hen Mr. BobSawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled 10 THIRD READER beauty. Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him,and with a loud crash they both fell heavilydown. Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot. BobSawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winklewas far too wise to do anything of the kind inskates. He was seated on the ice makingspasmodic efforts to smile ; but anguish wasdepicted on every lineament of his countenance. Are you hurt? inquired Mr. BenjaminAllen, with great anxiety. Not much, said-Mt. Winkle, rubbing hisback very hard. I Avish youd let me bleed
The Ontario Readers Third Book . hen Mr. BobSawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled 10 THIRD READER beauty. Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him,and with a loud crash they both fell heavilydown. Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot. BobSawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winklewas far too wise to do anything of the kind inskates. He was seated on the ice makingspasmodic efforts to smile ; but anguish wasdepicted on every lineament of his countenance. Are you hurt? inquired Mr. BenjaminAllen, with great anxiety. Not much, said-Mt. Winkle, rubbing hisback very hard. I Avish youd let me bleed you, said ,with great eagerness. No, thank you, replied Mr. Winkle, hur-riedly. I really think you had better, said Allen. Thank you, replied Mr. Winkle, Idrather not. What do you think, Mr. Pickw,ick? in-quired Bob Sawyer. Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. Hebeckoned to Mr. • Weller, and said in a sternvoice: Take his skates off. The command was not to be resisted. allowed Sam to obey it in H. M. QUEEN ALEXANDRA TUBAL CAIN 11 Lift him up, said Mr. Pickwick. Samassisted him to rise. Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart fromthe bystanders; and, beckoning his friend toapproach, fixed a searching look upon him, anduttered in a low but distinct and emphatic tonethese remarkable words: Youre a humbug, sir. A what? said Mr. Winkle, starting. A humbug, sir. I will speak plainer, if youwish it. An impostor, sir. With these words, Mr. Pickwick turned slowlyon his heel and rejoined his friends. Dickens : The Pickwick Papers. TUBAL CAIN Old Tubal Cain was a man of might, In the days when earth was young;By the fierce red light of his furnace bright, The strokes of his hammer rung:And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear,Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, As he fashioned the sword and he sang— Hurrah for my handiwork! Hurrah for the spear and sword! 12 THIRD READER Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them
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