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degree of skill. Good nature is rampant, 

 and the fast delivered hearty speeches are 

 followed by rousing echoing cheers. Cries 

 of " skol ! skol ! " follow every toast in 

 which the Yankee is mentioned, with a 

 vigor which shows how deep and real their 

 feelings of hospitality are, and men come 

 from the distant tables to express friendly 

 sentiments toward America and Ameri- 

 cans in general. 



An hour passes by, and the tide of 

 speech gradually subsides. The stage of 

 quiet enjoyment is ushered in with the 

 blue-flaming plum-pudding ; and coffee 

 with cream melts all dispositions into one 

 easy flowing current of serene content- 

 ment. Snatches of Danish song which 

 have been idly travelling about the table 

 for several minutes, begin to join forces as 

 we light fragrant cigars and pipes, and 

 lean back lazily and stretchful in our 

 chairs. 



While others sing, I pull from my 

 hunting coat-pocket the old battered 

 meerschaum, and fill it with yellow, fragile 

 grained "Lone Jack." That dear old 



