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the goat's quarters, and the girl busied herself 

 roasting maize, while I stripped and got into 

 some tolerably dry flannels which I had kept 

 rolled up in my bourka. 



Platon simply wrung what water he could 

 out of his garments, and then sat in his wet 

 shirt as near the fire as possible, and let his 

 clothes dry on him. 



By-and-bye Keesermann arrived with the 

 heartiest welcomes and a biocg-er bundle than 

 ever on his back, wherein he had stowed away 

 cheeses, capsicums, bread, and all manner of 

 good things, as well as a big gourd of home- 

 made liqueur, for our supper. What with 

 Keesermann's supplies and a haunch of cha- 

 mois, we gave our host and ourselves quite a 

 banquet, and laughed at the rain. 



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