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within shot. We bagged two of them. At sunset, the 
Mud Queen, swift as ever, passed half a dozen homeward- 
bound sportsmen, toiling at the oars, who followed her 
swift flight over the mud with envious eyes. All hands 
seemed tired that night and turned in early. Tired 
men sleep well and at nine o’clock the shack was a land 
of dreams. 
