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           Hecouldnothavetumbledintotheriver,becausewewereonthewatersideofhim,andhewouldhavehadtoclimboverustodoit. 

           GeorgeandIgazedallabout.Thenwegazedateachother. 

           "Hashebeensnatcheduptoheaven?"Iqueried. 

           "They’dhardlyhavetakenthepietoo,"saidGeorge. 

           Thereseemedweightinthisobjection,andwediscardedtheheavenlytheory. 

           "Isupposethetruthofthematteris,"suggestedGeorge,descendingtothecommonplaceandpracticable,"thattherehasbeenanearthquake." 

           Andthenheadded,withatouchofsadnessinhisvoice: "Iwishhehadn’tbeencarvingthatpie." 

           Withasigh,weturnedoureyesoncemoretowardsthespotwhereHarrisandthepiehadlastbeenseenonearth; andthere,asourbloodfrozeinourveinsandourhairstooduponend,wesawHarris’shead—andnothingbuthishead—stickingboltuprightamongthetallgrass,thefaceveryred,andbearinguponitanexpressionofgreatindignation! 

           Georgewasthefirsttorecover. 

           "Speak!"hecried,"andtelluswhetheryouarealiveordead—andwhereistherestofyou?" 

           "Oh,don’tbeastupidass!"saidHarris’shead."Ibelieveyoudiditonpurpose." 

           "Didwhat?"exclaimedGeorgeandI. 

           "Why,putmetosithere—darnsillytrick!Here,catchholdofthepie." 

           Andoutofthemiddleoftheearth,asitseemedtous,rosethepie—verymuchmixedupanddamaged;and,afterit,scrambledHarris—tumbled,grubby,andwet.