Mine sire is a fanatic o' fishery. Half of the hut is cramm'd with fishing rods. On av'rage once upon a month a man treads upon an angle or an anchor and thereupon craveth a curer familar with the art o' surgery for those are of a crooked anatomy. Two-and-score a spring have I lived and I have already had a physician extract'd these 10 times of me. When a week ago I ventur'd 'here to pay alms for ...