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who, our gillie said, would gladly give us a bed for 

 the night (or rather morning), in which, he sug- 

 gested, with his usual thoughtfulness, we should 

 sleep much more comfortably than in the bottom 

 of a boat. 



We certainly felt that we were acting in a rather 

 poor-spirited manner in thus giving up our night's 

 fishing, but Jimmie was gently persistent, and we 

 ultimately gave in. Our pride was consoled with 

 the reflection that we need only sleep until about 

 five o'clock, and could then, if a breeze sprang up 

 from the west, fish our way home instead of wait- 

 ing for the carriage which had been ordered to come 

 for us at nine. The kind old lady was speedily 

 awakened, when we had the good fortune to be 

 conducted to her best room, where on a moun- 

 tainous feather bed we again speedily relapsed into 

 a state of the deepest coma. 



The curtain of the next act was raised in what 

 seemed to be an incredibly short space of time. 

 Again were we wakened by our boatman, who this 

 time tenderly shook us into consciousness, inform- 

 ing us as he did so, that the carriage was at the 

 door. 



"The carriage!" we both exclaimed, thunder- 



