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below the Waist into a mass of shapeless and dirty rags. Key hurriedly replaced the shawl, and, bending over him, listened t0 his hurried respiration and the beating of his heart. Then he pressed a (lrinking-flask to his lips. The spirit seemed t0 revive him; he slowly opened his eyes. They fell upon Key xvith quick recognition. But the look changed; one could see that he was trying to rise, but that no movement of the limbs accompanied that effort of will, and his old patient, resigned look returned. Key shuddered. There was some injiuy to the spine. The man was paralyzed.

I can’t get up, Mr. Key,” he said in a faint but untroubled voice, nor seem to move my arms, but you ’ll just allow that I-’ve shook hands with ye all the same.”

How did this happen?” said Key anxiously. I

“Thet’s wot gets me! Sometimes I reckon I know, and sometimes I don’t. Lyin’ thar on thet ledge all last night, and only jest able to look down into the old val- ley, sometimes it seemed to me ez if I fell over and got caught in the rocks trying to save my wife; but then when I kem to