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claws or teeth of my friend the " fretful porcupine," 

 or by some other agency, was then, and is now, a mys- 

 tery. But there is another and a deeper mystery 

 which neither Time nor mortal ingenuity is likely to 

 solve : how the deuce could that wallet crawl from 

 my trousers' pocket, jump from the bunk, turn a somer- 

 sault, and dive into the household of that porcupine ? 



