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believe it, way down here* in these woods, what do 

 you think? sliced Bermuda onions." 



The mistress of that modest mansion knew a 

 fisherman's tastes. Take all you require, my friend, 

 and a few to give away. Injun, he like 'em, too. 



You would not forget your coffee, Mocha and 

 Java equally mixed, I hope suits your taste ; it does 

 mine : but you might not think of condensed milk. 



" What ! go to the country, and use condensed 

 milk ! " 



Yes, for your coffee ; try it at home or abroad, 

 and you will find that it's much better than milk, 

 and better than city cream ; and, besides, you can't 

 often get milk when in camp. 



" Now, Joe, be careful that you keep that can 

 covered ; for though we might not object, at times, 

 to our lemonade with a stick in it, we don't want 

 black flies wading round in our milk." 



" All right : I'll keep him covered up. Go down 

 stream this morning?" 



" Yes ; but wash the dishes first, and the madam 

 will wipe them, while I smoke my pipe and joint 

 my rod." 



" Bring plenty wood-duck-wing fly, yellow 

 body?" 



" Child of the setting sun ! degenerate aborigine ! 

 attend to your culinary duties, and waste not our 

 precious time with idle curiosity." 



