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milk zn&fladbrod ; and will endure without flinching 

 the torments of those clouds of mosquitoes of which 

 it is said that you may write your name in them and 

 read it quite plainly for five minutes afterwards. 



But, without going so far afield to isolate one's self 

 from one's fellows, there may be found within the 

 bounds of our own island a little world of quiet and 

 seclusion, where life may be made as primitive as you 

 please ; where the railway, if not distant, is unseen ; 

 and where a postal delivery is a matter of uncertainty. 



The Broads of Norfolk have become very popular of 

 late, and a whole fleet of craft of every style of build 

 and rig navigate now their devious waters. 



But the yachtsman is alone in all the crowd. He 

 carries his sanctum with him, and when he is disguised 

 in what he regards as an appropriate costume a 

 compromise between the garb of a Normandy fisher- 

 man and an English bargee he looks with indifference, 

 not unmingled with contempt, on the tribes of his 

 fellow-creatures who, on similar pleasures bent, meet 

 him as he sails along. 



There are various way of doing it. You may carry 

 your party of ten in the luxurious wherry with its 

 piano and the mirrors and satin-wood of its gilded 

 saloon. 



You may cruise with half-a-dozen jovial comrades in 

 a roomy and well-appointed yacht. 



But best of all is the little craft whose fittings are 

 suggestive of a doll's house ; where everything is 



