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musquash, admiring it also, with which he was much pleased, 
we touched the tips of our fingers to our lips and waived an 
adieu to each of his rather pretty brownies, the one so grave 
and quiet, now frowning; the other so bright and pleasing, 
with a cheery smile for us to the last, as we stepped in our 
canoe and paddled on, down the Mattawamkeag. 
