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large piece of the fresh-made butter on a clean board, 

 and fetching a pinch of salt, put it down with the loaf 

 on the table before me. What could man desire more ? 

 There is positive happiness in such a meal, and I can- 

 not think that any one, who had himself known the 

 luxury of appeasing his hunger with warm food when 

 cold and famishing, would ever turn away unkindly 

 from the starving wretch asking alms to buy himself 

 bread. 



As the weather was still bad we remained at the 

 hut. There was an old almanack lying in the window, 

 containing a really interesting account of Napoleon's 

 stay on* board the Bellerophon. Some one, they told 

 me, had brought it up and left it there. 



By the time I had finished my story the rain ceased ; 

 the blue sky again was visible, and we left the hut and 

 turned our steps homewards. 



