stopped under a bank overhanging the road. Upon the top of the

bank was a low brick wall, surmounted by an iron railing. In the

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shadow of bank and wall the three turned out of the road, and up a

blind lane, of which the wallthere, risen to some eight or ten feet

highformed one side. Crouching down in a corner, peeping up

the lane, the next object that Young Jerry saw was the form of his

honoured parent, pretty well defined against a watery and clouded

moon, nimbly scaling an iron gate. He was soon over, and then the

second fisherman got over, and then the third. They all dropped

softly on the ground within the gate, and lay there a little

listening perhaps. Then they moved away on their hands and

knees.

It was now Young Jerry’s turn to approach the gate: which he

did, holding his breath. Crouching down again in a corner there,

and looking in, he made out the three fishermen creeping through

some rank grass! and all the gravestones in the churchyardit

was a large churchyard that they were inlooking on like ghosts

in white, while the church tower itself looked on like the ghost of a

monstrous giant. They did not creep far, before they stopped and

stood upright. And then they began to fish.

They fished with a spade, at first. Presently the honoured

parent appeared to be adjusting some instrum