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was the occasion of this uncomfortable commotion, but it 

 was enough to make us all doubly strain our eyes the 

 remainder of the journey in watching for further offending 

 slumps. 



We were glad and tired, when, at ten o'clock, we drew 

 up at a little log-house, all in darkness, on a lake shore, and 

 the driver shouted in cheerful accents, "Here we are!" 

 We were just in time, too. for in a few minutes the rain 

 poured down upon the roof in ton-cuts, and the night took 

 on an inkier blackness. Our host. Fuller, speedily provided 

 supper for his hungry guests, and without much ado we 

 climbed up stairs and into OUT comfortable beds. 



