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the coat in the wfong place— under your boots, instead of 

 on top. There, now! " as he folded the coat and arranged 

 it, "your hoots are meant for foundation and your coat for 

 superstructure. To-morrow I'll get out the flour sacks, 

 down in the depths of my pack basket, somewhere, and fix 

 you up the jolliest pillow you ever slept on, -hemlock and 

 spruce twigs,-that'll make you dream of Araby^and spicy 

 breezes, and all that." 



'•Horace!" shouted the captain, "now shy your hat at 

 the candle over there on the cracker 1)0X, and put out the 

 light! It's high time this party was asleep. The sun gets 

 up here about as soon as the early bird that has always 

 been held up to me as an example." 



"All right! Shy aw^ay, Horace! I'm fixed"— "and I" 

 —"and I"— "and I." 



The old hat performed its mission, and eight men all 

 facing one way, closed their eyes and importuned balmy 

 sleep. • 



Instead, came the soft sing-sing of the hominivorous mos- 

 q^iito— with sense so keen that in the midnight-hour of the 

 darkest night he goes straight to the best feeding ground 

 on the nose of his victim;— as a honey laden bee flies 

 homeward to his. nest in the hollow tree;— as the bolt from 

 a Remington or Sharp's rifle cleaves the air for a thousand 

 yards and strikes the bulls-eye;— as a creditor unerringly 

 follows, with his little bill, the young man of vain hope 

 who neatly turns a corner, dodges into a clul)-room, 

 hurries to catch a street car, and when caught at last wipes 

 dust from his eyes as if a great and recent family bereave- 



