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crowd, and am familiar with its ways. 

 I have perhaps done my share of work 

 along conventional lines. Have burned 

 midnight oil at home on copy which the 

 printers had to have next day. Have 

 stood over the stones and galleys with 

 an old foreman long since gone to his 

 reward making-up forms for presses 

 that were waiting to receive them, as 

 late as 4:00 A.M. I have thought it 

 incumbent upon me to hoe and hoe 

 persistently through all these years for 

 place and means to support a manner 

 of living that differs decidedly and I 

 am not sure but for the worse from 

 that still happily adhered to in the 

 South Sea Isles. I have "conformed" 

 in other words, including lobster salads ; 

 and as one result any Cossack in a 

 wolf-skin jacket on the Russian steppes 

 has me physically beaten eighteen miles. 

 One gets more oxygen working before 

 the mast around the Horn or riding a 

 bronco on the western range than from 

 the bituminous clouds that envelop 

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