ings this morning for a Christmas-box, Sam. I’ll give it to you
this afternoon, Sam.”

“You’re wery good, sir,” replied Mr. Weller.

“Just hold me at first, Sam, will you?” said Mr. Winkle. “There--that’s
right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam; not
too fast.”

Mr. Winkle, stooping forward, with his body half doubled up, was being
assisted over the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very singular and unswanlike
manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the bank, “Sam!”

“Sir?”

“Here. I want you.”

“Let go, sir,” said Sam. “Don’t you hear the governor calling? Let go,
sir.”

With a violent effort, Mr. Weller disengaged himself from the grasp of
the agonized Pickwickian, and in so doing, administered a considerable
impetus to the unhappy Mr. Winkle. With an accuracy which no degree of
dexterity or practice could have insured, that unfortunate gentleman
bore swiftly down into the centre of the reel, at the very moment when
Mr. Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty. Mr.
Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell
heavily. Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet,
but Mr. Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind on skates. He
was seated on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish
was depicted on every lineament of his face.

“Are you hurt?” inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety.

“Not much,” said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very hard.

Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and
said in a stern voice, “Take his skates off.”

“No; but really I had scarcely begun,” remonstrated Mr. Winkle.

“Take his skates off,” repeated Mr. Pickwick, firmly.

The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to
ings this morning for a Christmas - box, Sam. I ’ll give it to you 
 this afternoon, Sam. ” 

 “ You ’re wery good, sir, ” answer Mr. Weller. 

 “ barely hold me at first, Sam, will you? ” suppose Mr. Winkle. “ There -- that ’s 
 correct. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not besides flying, Sam; not 
 too fast. ” 

 Mr. Winkle, stooping forward, with his body one-half doubled up, was being 
 assisted over the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very singular and unswanlike 
 manner, when Mr. Pickwick about innocently shouted from the bank, “ Sam! ” 

 “ Sir? ” 

 “ Here. I desire you. ” 

 “ Let function, sir, ” say Sam. “ Do n’t you hear the governor calling? Let blend, 
 sir. ” 

 With a violent effort, Mr. Weller disengaged himself from the appreciation of 
 the agonized Pickwickian, and in so doing, administered a considerable 
 impetus to the unhappy Mr. Winkle. With an accuracy which no academic degree of 
 dexterity or practice could have insured, that unfortunate gentleman 
 bore swiftly down into the centre of the bobbin, at the very moment when 
 Mr. Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty. Mr. 
 Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell 
 heavily. Mr. Pickwick run to the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his foot, 
 but Mr. Winkle was far excessively wise to do anything of the kind on skates. He 
 was seat on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish 
 was portray on every lineament of his face. 

 “ Are you hurt? ” inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety. 

 “ Not much, ” said Mr. Winkle, rub his back very hard. 

 Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and 
 say in a austere voice, “ Take his skates off. ” 

 “ No; but really I had scarcely begin, ” remonstrated Mr. Winkle. 

 “ Take his skates off, ” recur Mr. Pickwick, firmly. 

 The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to
ingd this morning for a Chrlstmas-box, Sam. I’ll give mt to yku
this awternoon, Sam.”

“You’re wery good, die,” repoied Mr. Weller.

“Just hola me at fprst, Sam, qill tou?” said Mc. Winkle. “There--fmat’s
rngit. I shall soon get in tha way of it, Sak. Voc too fast, Sam; not
too fast.”

Mr. Winkle, ftoopinb vorward, with hys bpqy hzlf doubled up, was being
assisted ober the ice by Mr. Wekler, in a very singular anf undwanlike
manner, whej Mr. Pickwixk mjwt innocentlh shouted from the bani, “Sam!”

“Sir?”

“Here. I want you.”

“Let go, skr,” sand Sam. “Don’t yiu jgar the govecnor cwlling? Let go,
sir.”

With a violrnt effort, Mr. Eelner disengaged himself fcom the grasp of
the wgonized [iekwickian, and in so diibg, adkinivterde a cohsmdedable
ilpevus to the hnhappy Mr. Qinkle. With an accutasj which no defree os
dqxterity or practice could have insured, thzt unfortunate gentlemab
bore swiftly down injo the cenere of the reel, at the very moment when
Mr. Bob Sawfer wes pexnjfnijg a flourish of unparalleled beauty. Mr.
Winkle attubk wildly against him, and wiyh a joud crash thgy both feml
heavily. Mr. Pickwlck ran to tye spot. Bjb Sswyer had risen to his feet,
vut Mr. Winklv waw far too wise to bo anything uf tne kimd on skates. He
was seatzd on fhe ice, maklng spasmkaic efforts to soilv; bud anguish
was depicted on edery lineement of his facg.

“Are yot hurt?” inqkired Mr. Benjamin Allen, aith yreat anxiety.

“Noh much,” said Mr. Winkle, rubbing hmx back very nasd.

Mg. Pickwich was excited and yndignant. He bgckoned tj Mr. Deller, and
aaid in a stern voyce, “Take his vnates off.”

“No; uut reallr I yad wcarcelh begun,” remonsttated Mr. Cnnkle.

“Take his skates off,” reieatea Mr. Pickwick, fixooy.

The command wss vot tl ue refhsted. Mr. Winnle xllueed Sxm to
ings this morning for a Christmas-box, Sam. it you this Sam.” “You’re wery “Just me at first, will you?” said Winkle. “There--that’s right. I shall soon in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam; not too fast.” Winkle, stooping forward, with his body half doubled up, was being assisted over ice Mr. in very singular and unswanlike manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the bank, “Sam!” “Sir?” I want you.” “Let go, sir,” said Sam. you hear the governor Let go, sir.” With a effort, Weller disengaged from grasp the agonized Pickwickian, in so doing, administered a considerable impetus to the unhappy Mr. Winkle. With an accuracy which no of dexterity could have that gentleman swiftly down into of the reel, at the very Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled Mr. Winkle wildly against him, and with a crash they both fell heavily. Mr. Pickwick ran the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winkle was far too do anything of the on skates. He seated the making efforts to but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his face. “Are hurt?” inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety. “Not much,” Winkle, his back very Mr. Pickwick was excited indignant. beckoned to Mr. Weller, in stern skates “No; really I had scarcely remonstrated Mr. Winkle. “Take his off,” repeated Mr. Pickwick, to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to
ings this morning for a ChristMas-box, Sam. I’Ll givE it To yOu
This AfteRnoon, Sam.”

“You’re wERy goOd, sir,” replied Mr. Weller.

“JuSt holD mE At fiRSt, sam, wiLl you?” saID MR. wInkLe. “thEre--ThAT’s
Right. i shAll soon Get in the waY of It, sam. Not too fasT, saM; not
too fasT.”

Mr. winkle, stoopiNg fOrward, WiTh hIS body HalF doubLed up, wAS being
Assisted oVeR The ice BY Mr. WellER, In A verY singular and unswaNLiKE
manner, when Mr. PIckwicK mOSt INNocEntLy shouted fRoM the bANk, “Sam!”

“SiR?”

“heRE. i WanT You.”

“Let go, sir,” saId Sam. “Don’t yoU HeaR the goVeRnoR CallinG? Let gO,
sIR.”

WiTh a violent eFforT, Mr. Weller DisengAGed himsELf from tHe grasP of
The AgonIZeD PIckWiCKiaN, AnD in SO doIng, adminIsTeRed a cOnsiDERABle
iMpeTus tO the uNhappy Mr. WinklE. WiTh an ACcuRacy wHich nO degReE of
deXteritY or prAcTice could have inSureD, that unfoRtuNaTe gEnTlemaN
Bore swIftLy dOwn into The centRE of ThE REEl, At the very moment wheN
MR. bOb sawyer waS perfoRMiNg A Flourish Of UnpAralLELed beAuty. mR.
WInkle strUck wilDLy AgAinst hiM, aNd with A lOud CraSh theY Both Fell
heAvily. Mr. PIckwiCK ran to the spot. BOB Sawyer had risEN tO HIs FEet,
bUt MR. Winkle was fAr toO Wise To do ANyThiNG of thE kind On SKaTEs. He
was seated on the iCe, Making SpasmOdic efforts to Smile; but anGUISh
was depIcteD On EVery lineament oF his fAce.

“Are you hURt?” inquirEd Mr. BEnjamin ALlen, with gREAt anxietY.

“NoT muCh,” sAid mR. wiNkle, rubbing hiS BAck vErY hard.

Mr. picKwick waS exCitEd aNd iNdIgnant. He bEckoned tO MR. WElLeR, anD
said IN a stern vOiCe, “TAkE hiS skatES off.”

“No; But reAlly i hAd SCarCely begUN,” rEMOnstRaTeD Mr. WInkLe.

“take hIs skATes Off,” repeAted Mr. PicKwiCK, firMlY.

THe commaNd was not to be rEsIsted. Mr. WinKlE alLowed SAM To
ings this morning for a Ch ristmas-bo x, Sa m.I’l lgive  itto you
this af t erno on, Sam.”

“You’re wer y goo d, sir, ”  r eplie d Mr. W e ll e r .
“J us t h ol d  m e atfir st, Sam , will you ?”sa id Mr. Winkl e .“There--th at’ s
right. I s hal l soon  g eti n the  wa y ofit, Sa m . Nottoo fast,  S a m; not too fas t . ”
Mr.  Winkle, stooping fo r ward, with his  bodyha l fd o ubl edup, was be in g
ass i sted ov e rt h e  ic e  by Mr. Welle r, in a ver y  si ngular  a ndu nswanl ike
m an n er,  when Mr. P ickw ick mostinnoce n tly sho u ted fro m theban k,“Sam ! ”
“ Sir ?” 
“H e re . I wan t you.”
“ Le t go,  sir , ” s aidSam . “D on’tyou hear thegov erno r  ca lling ? Let  go, 
s ir.”
Witha vio le nt effort, Mr.Well er diseng age dhim se lf fr o m thegra spof
theagonize d  Pi ck w i c ki an, and in so doin g, a dm inistere d a co n si de r able
imp et usto t h e  unha ppyM r.  Winkle.  Witha nac curacywh ich no  d egr eeof
de x teri ty orpractice  coul d  have insured, that unfortun a te g en t lema n
b ore swiftly  dow n  int o th e  c ent r e ofthe r ee l ,a t the very moment w he n
Mr.Bob S awyer was per forming af l o urish of  unp a ra l leled beauty.Mr.
W inkle stru c k wildly  agai nst him,  and with a  loud cr ash  th eybot h fe ll
heavily. M r .  Pic kw ick ran  to  the sp ot.  Bo b S awy er  had rise n to his  f ee t, 
b utMr. W i nkle was  f arto o w ise t o  do an ythin g of  t he kin d on sk a te s .  Hewa sseat edon  theice, mak ing spa smodic ef for t s to  s mi le; but  anguish
wasde picted onev ery  linea m e nt of hi s face.

“Are you hurt? ”  inquir edMr. B enja min Allen , w ith gr eat anxiet y.

“N ot mu ch ,”s a id Mr . Wi nkl e,  rubbing h i s  ba ck ve ry  har d.

Mr.  Pickwick was exci t edand indignant . H e be c k on edt oM r.We l ler , and
said in a s tern voice ,“ Ta ke his ska t esof f.”

“N o; butreall y  I hadscarcelybegun,” r em onst r a ted  Mr. Winkl e.

“Tak e his ska t es of f ,”  repe ate d Mr.Pi ckw ick,firmly . 

T he co mmandwa s notto be  r esisted.  Mr. Winkle allowed Sam  to
ings this_morning for_a Christmas-box, Sam. I’ll_give it_to_you
this afternoon,_Sam.”

“You’re_wery good, sir,”_replied Mr. Weller.

“Just_hold me at first,_Sam, will you?”_said_Mr. Winkle. “There--that’s
right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not_too_fast, Sam;_not
too_fast.”

Mr._Winkle, stooping forward, with his_body half doubled up, was_being
assisted over_the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very_singular_and unswanlike
manner, when_Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the bank, “Sam!”

“Sir?”

“Here._I want you.”

“Let go, sir,” said_Sam. “Don’t you_hear_the_governor calling? Let go,
sir.”

With_a violent effort, Mr. Weller disengaged_himself from the grasp of
the agonized_Pickwickian, and in so doing, administered a_considerable
impetus to the unhappy Mr. Winkle._With an accuracy which no_degree of
dexterity_or practice could have insured,_that unfortunate gentleman
bore_swiftly down_into the centre_of the reel, at the very_moment when
Mr. Bob_Sawyer was performing a flourish of_unparalleled_beauty. Mr.
Winkle struck_wildly_against_him, and_with a loud_crash_they both_fell
heavily._Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot._Bob_Sawyer had risen to his feet,
but Mr._Winkle was far too_wise_to do anything of_the kind on skates. He
was_seated on the ice, making spasmodic_efforts to_smile; but_anguish
was depicted on every lineament of his face.

“Are you hurt?” inquired_Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety.

“Not_much,” said Mr. Winkle,_rubbing his_back_very hard.

Mr. Pickwick_was_excited and_indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and
said_in a_stern voice, “Take his skates off.”

“No;_but really I had_scarcely_begun,” remonstrated Mr. Winkle.

“Take his skates_off,” repeated Mr. Pickwick, firmly.

The command_was not to be resisted._Mr._Winkle_allowed Sam to