54 THE OUT-STATION ; OR, 



brambles and underwood, there was a cbance of their 

 escaping the ravenous maw of a pig, or the coveting 

 propensities of a baboon ; and thus, after many a 

 long year's waste of sweetness, they once more re 

 turned, like blushing prodigals, to the uses ordained to 

 them at their first debut into existence. 



(But on my hands and knees, reader, let me veil 

 myself from your sight for an hour.) 



