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WITH NATUBE AND A CAMEBA. 



station, wliere there was a good fire, and sat round 

 in sombre meditation. 



Our little friend feeling sleepy, stretched himself 

 face downwards on a huge table with his field-glasses 

 for a pillow. He snored magnificently for the space 

 of twenty minutes, and then startled us by jumping 

 up as if he had been shot and yelling out, " We've 

 been on the rocks I we've been on the rocks ! " 



Not recognising either of his late shipmates, he 

 began to tell us a tale of his adventures and hair- 

 breadth escapes, that went far towards eclipsing the 

 ujDS and downs of Robinson Crusoe, and made me 

 long madly after the godlike gift of picturesque 

 exaggeration. 



