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A PRISONER IN A HOLLOW TREE.
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a twinkle I beheld a large branch dangling directly above the hollow. I had barely time to put up both of my hands, when the limb came came down, heavy end first. Fortunately its progress was stayed by the smaller branches, otherwise the big end must have crushed in my head. As it was, it stopped short just as my hands touched it.
The presence of the branch gave me a new idea, and as soon as I saw that it was coming down no further I caught hold of the splintered end and tried to haul myself up. The effort was successful; and after five minutes of squeezing and scratching I gained the top of the hollow and from there let myself down to the ground outside.
