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should make such an amende as would satisfy his guest. In no 

 wise feeling bound to put himself in the wrong because he might 

 or might not have doubted the colonel's tale, and with the story 

 teller's pride in his own successful creation, the old laird with Scots 

 stubbornness rejoined, "Aweel, mon, ye can tell the colonel that 

 if he'll take a bit off the tail of the teeger we'll see what can be 

 doon aboot the skate." 



Amid further desultory talk, Fred, again moved to cold 

 weather reminiscences, instanced an occasion when he froze his 

 nose. To him the artist: "That was surely some cold, Fred, 

 for a man's nose, you know, is reckoned a warm member." "Yes, 

 dot's all right, but, py golly, der trouble is she sdicks oudt so 

 far." A wicked and Shandean burst of laughter greeted this as 

 the artist murmured sotto voce, " I wish the good Tristram could 

 have heard that; he might have added another paragraph to the 

 famous chapter on noses." 



Here the camp went to bed, all well, but that the artist was 

 still irrepressibly chuckling. 



