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had tied the horse and blanketed him, and 

 now proceeded to smear himself with the stuff 

 face, neck, hands. &quot;You need n t look at 

 me that way!&quot; he remarked genially; &quot;you ll 

 be doing it yourself soon. Just wait.&quot; 



We took our guns and cartridges, and 

 plunged down from the cliff to the marsh. As 

 we did so there rose about me a brown cloud, 

 which in a moment I realized was composed 

 of mosquitoes a crazy, savage, bloodthirsty 

 mob. They beset me on all sides, they were 

 in my hair, my eyes, nose, ears, mouth, neck. 

 I brushed frantically at them, but a drowning 

 man might as well try to brush back the water 

 as it closes in. 



&quot;Where s the bottle?&quot; I gasped. 



&quot;What bottle?&quot; said Jonathan, innocently. 

 Jonathan is human. 



&quot;The tar and sweet oil. Quick!&quot; 



&quot;Oh! I thought you preferred the mosqui 

 toes.&quot; Yes, Jonathan is human. 



&quot;Never mind what you thought!&quot; and I 

 snatched greedily at the blessed little bottle. 



I poured the horrid stuff on my face, my 

 neck, my hands, I out-Jonathaned Jonathan; 

 then I took a deep breath of relief as the mos- 



