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Proud of the task I watched with all my might

For one whole minute, till my eyes grew wide,

Till sky and earth took on a new strange light,

And seemed a dream-world floating on some tide.

A fair pavilioned boat for me alone,

Bearing me onward through the vast unknown.

But sudden came the barge's pitch-black prow,

Nearer and angrier came my brother's cry,

And all my soul was quivering fear, when lo!

Upon the imperilled line, suspended high,

A silver perch! My guilt that won the prey

Now turned to merit, had a guerdon rich

Of hugs and praises, and made merry play

Until my triumph reached its highest pitch

When all at home were told the wondrous feat,

And how the little sister had fished well.

In secret, though my fortune tasted sweet,

I wondered why this happiness befell.

'The little lass had luck,' the gardener said;

And so I learned, luck was to glory wed."

Unlike Maggie, however, little Mary Ann was as good a hand at fishing as her brother, only differing from him in not liking to put the worms on the hooks.

Another incident taken from real life, if somewhat magnified, is the adventure with the gipsies. For the prototype of Maggie also fell among these marauding vagrants, and was detained a little time among them. Whether she also proposed to instruct the gipsies and to gain great influence over them by teaching them something about "geography" and "Columbus," does not transpire. But, indeed, most of Maggie's early experiences are autobiographic, down to such facts as her father telling her to rub her "turnip" cheeks