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"I''m in luck, hurrah!" cried Connor Magan, as he threw up his brimless hat into the air-the ringing, jubilant shout he sent after it could only spring from the reservoir of glee in the heart of a twelve-year-old boy. Giving a push to the skiff in which his father sat waiting for him, he jumped from the shore to the boat, and struck out into the Ohio river."