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little island across the broad Atlantic — we hev, 

 indeed, stranger. There's lots of grouse ; but nary 

 a buffeler, bar, nor alligater about here. But I 

 s'pose yeu means to take up yer fixins here in this 

 feather-bed bully hotel afore yeu makes tracks ? " 



I assured him such was my intention. 



" Wall, then, stranger, what will yeu like ? — 

 cocktail, mint julip, brandy smash, or cobbler ? 

 I've a few festive cusses in the bar as will tell yeu 

 all about the shooting. Let's hev a licker-up with 

 them." 



To this I assented, and walked into another room 

 with him, where there were Yankees of all descrip- 

 tions. 



I determined to make myself popular, and stood 

 drinks to any amount. 



" Bust my gizzard, but yeu air a ripper ! " ex- 

 claimed my tall friend. " He air, ain't he, bully 

 boys ? " 



" What more they said was drowned in a terrific 

 row which took place at the other end of the 

 apartment. 



" Hillo ! " shouted my tall friend. " Come on, 

 stranger, if yeu want to see our pertikelur customs 

 of this hemisphere. Bet my boots it's Bully 

 Larkins and that old 'oss from Calerforney. Go 

 it, my cockeys ! " he screamed out as he mounted 



