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...ever try to walk on logs? No? Well, then, you should. It is an experience without which no man can know the depth of malicious depravity of which inanimate things (so called) are capable. So called, I say. For in reality inanimate is an entire misnomer. A log, for example, is generally looked upon as about as lifeless as anything can be, - a very symbol, in fact, of inertia. And, indeed, a log upon land does not often exhibit its real disposition. But once get a log into the water and it will appear in its true character. At first...
...development. You feel like a horse in a tread-mill. A shout comes from the shore, "Keep going and you're all right." But you are painfully conscious that you can't keep going forever; that you were never designed for perpetual rotation. You are convinced that this particular log has some old-time grudge against you which it is bound to pay off now with your destruction. There is another of less truculent aspect within three feet of you. You determine to trust to its mercies. But to jump to it would be folly, for you could never...
Blithely they spring from log to log, and the blood tingles in the proud cheek of Diggles. What if Washington did cross the Delaware on the ice, was not this...
...shrill cry puts an end to his wild fancies, and turning, he sees his girl alternately lifting up and putting down her feet like a miniature quartzmill, while the log on which she is trying to stand performs a series of swift revolutions. Diggles madly rushes to her assistance; will he be too late? Her head swims, her brain reels. Why did she trust him? Alas! why did she trust him? Faster and faster turns the log; faster and faster twinkle the maiden's feet. A slide, a splash, a faintly gurgled "Diggles!" and the dark waters close over...
...seems not to have been distinguished for hard study. The following conversation is recorded: Crossing the College Yard one afternoon to breakfast at the "Holly Tree" (then a mere log cabin), after he had been at Cambridge for about a month, he was confronted by the then Registrar, Cusset Jeremy Whitcombe by name, who said, "Brown, I shall be obliged to send you a Private and Public at once, next a Special, and the week after a Suspension, - so I 'd advise you to make the most of your time...