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ice. It looked to me as if there was going to be a tumble. In an accident of such a kind a hansom becomes really a cannon in which a man finds that he has paid shillings for the privilege of

r, he slid swiftly and gracefully to the bottom of the hill as if he had been a toboggan. When the inc

re could be two skaters like him in the world. He deserved to be known and publicly praised for this accomplishment. It was worthy of many records and exhibitions. But when the cab arrived at a place where some dipping streets met, and the flaming front of a music-hall temporarily widened my cylinder, behold there were many cabs, and as the moment of nec

to conjure memories of skating parties on moonlit lakes, with laughter rin