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a farm-house seven miles inland. It is, therefore, concluded that he lost his way in the labyrinth of caverns, supposed to exist under the rocky soil of this part of the country.
Mr. Jenkison.
A supposition that must always remain in force, unless a second fiddler, equally adventurous and more successful, should return with an accurate report of the true state of the fact.
Mr. Foster.
What think you of the little colony we have just been inspecting; a city, as it were, in its cradle?
Mr. Escot.
With all the weakness of infancy and all the vices of maturer age. I confess the sight of those manufactories, which have suddenly sprung up, like fungous excrescences, in the
