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 Gently let the water lap! Keep the corners dry! That’s about the place the gold will generally stay. What was that bright particle that just then caught my eye? I fear me by the look of things ‘twas only yellow clay. . . Just another twirl around! Let the water swirl around! That’s the way we rob the river of its golden fish. . . What’s that? . . . Can’t we snare a one? Don’t say that there’s ne’er a one! . . . Bah! there’s not a colour in the bottom of the dish!