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ment had overtaken him and weighed him down with grief 

 which should not be disturbed by sordid cares and duns. 



So came the mosquito. the /'<tnt cni/ricf followed by a 

 host like Xerxes's army that is, perhaps how could one 

 tell, in the dark! The single note swelled to an orchestral 

 performance. Slap! slap! 



" By .lingo!" 



"Ugh!" 



"Horace! (Jeorge! I'p with you! you careless fellows," 

 sang out the Captain; " you forgot the smudge!" 



"For I lea ven's s-ike' ihr<miidge!" groaned the Neophyte. 

 "The smudge! the smudge' or we die!" fairly yelled the 

 Professor. 



And eight men sat bolt upri^hi in ihe darkness, thoroughly 

 wakened by this terror of the night the gentle-winged, 

 >harp longued mosquito. 



At last, the Mnudiiv aiding our senses succumbed, and 

 eight men slept. 



