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and tried to kill time and their own digestions at one 

 and the same moment. 



Such exceptional days as yesterday should only be 

 chronicled now and then to give an added halo to happy 

 to-morrows, disagreeables are remembered quite 

 long enough by perverse human nature. 



Yesterday began with the pipe from the water-back 

 bursting, thereby doing away with hot water for shaving 

 and the range fire at the same time. The coffee resented 

 hurry, and the contact with an oil stove developed the 

 peanutty side of its disposition, something that is latent 

 in the best and most equable of brands. 



The spring timetable having changed at midnight 

 Sunday, unobserved by Evan, he missed the early train, 

 which it was especially important that he should take. 

 Three other men found themselves in the same pre- 

 dicament, two being Bluffers and one a Plotter. (These 

 are the names given hereabout to our two colonies of 

 non-natives. The Bluffers are the people of the Bluffs, 

 who always drive to the station ; the Plotters, living on a 

 pretty tract of land near the village that was "plotted" 

 into house-lots a few years ago, have the usual new- 

 comer's hallucination about making money from raising 

 chickens, and always walk.) 



After a hasty consultation, one of the Bluffers tele- 



