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tial rosy red"). What, eh ? no, surely a dead sell ! 

 (Shows symptoms of bolting.) 



Veteran. Stop, my dear fellow ! stop and help me 

 to carry these fish as far as the black camp. I'll pro- 

 mise not to chaff you till we get home. Now then, 

 I've strung the victims on a sapling heave with a 

 will and away we go. (Exeunt, walking slowly and 

 gingerly over the river-beach.) 



H. R F. 



