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strange faiths. "The lucky man's luck never 

 deserts him. It's with him after death ; no sooner 

 is the daisy quilt over him than another is laid 

 beside him to relieve him of his duty. Sure you'll 

 be knowing that the last to be buried has to carry 

 water to the thirsty souls in purgatory." 



It is necessary to be most careful in receiving 

 such talk as this or you close the lips that are 

 speaking. I have found it answer to say, in 

 sympathetic tone, " Is that so ?" 



Is it not extraordinary how fast time flies 

 when we have all we need of health, food, and 

 pleasure ? 



It was already our last day at Burton Port, 

 and we were off to fish once more, with sufficient 

 wind to give such speed as made with the swishing 

 waves music which in its turn made everything 

 seem joyful. I felt like giving voice to the song 

 my heart was singing, but I feared the " Oh ! 

 please don't," so I turned my eyes to tuneful 

 Johnny who will surely sing or, happy thought, 

 whistle me the tunes he danced to at the ball 

 he was so eager for last evening. 



A few days' fishing together in a boat is 

 sufficient for sympathy to grow keen between 

 men with sporting instincts. There are no divided 

 interests, no jealousies. United efforts are directed 

 to common ends to catch fish, be pleased, and 

 be pleasing. The slightest change in tone of 

 voice, in gesture, or in looks calls for notice and 



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