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has got his consent not to fire until he has 

 stopped his score or more. The only hopeful 

 escape I see for you is that the recoil of his 

 No. 8. blunderbuss may knock him overboard, 

 which it occasionally does. Poor birds ! It is 

 well you can't see into the future, or you would 

 take out life and accident policies." 



Scout Jack is sitting there, getting on his 

 long leather boots, with his face as long as 

 the Moral Law, at the probability of having 

 to wade his boat back to the island with that 

 prospective load. He sees his work is cut 

 out for him, and sighs at the very thought. 

 Come along with me, reader, and have a peep 

 in upon them as they rig up for the jaunt. 

 The wind is blowing an easterly gale cold 

 and raw necessitating warm clothing to 

 prevent being chilled. Our friends have 

 lots of it, so they appropriate short hose, 

 long hose, gaiters, leather and rubber boots, 

 wool shirts and jumpers, corduroy pants and 

 vests, leather jackets and vests, oil-coats, 

 rubber coats, gloves, and mittens, and heavy 

 caps. These they piled on till they could get 

 on no more. Ordinarily clad, they would turn 

 200 not pigmies, by any means ; but now, 



