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A TOUR EOUND MT GAEBEN. 



I left the little meadow, for fear of being noticed, and wan- 

 dered about at hazard, reflecting upon what was best to be 

 done. I had stiU a few sous left, so I went to the Orchard, 

 and made an excellent breakfast upon bread and cheese. I 

 got into conversation with the farmer, and soon made an 

 arrangement with him j I remained with him all the summer, 

 sleeping in a barn, upon straw, copying to gain something to 

 subsist on, but above all to obtain twenty sous for every 

 Friday. I paid daily. When copying failed, I only made 

 one repast a-day ; I pretended to make the other at the house 

 of some friend, but I never allowed such necessities to inter- 

 fere with the sacred price of my ticket for the following 

 Friday. 



Now, the Orchard is destroyed, the plum-trees are pulled 

 up, and probably burnt; the farmer is dead, and houses in- 

 habited by people I know nothing of, cover the spot upon 

 which I made so many excellent dinners. 



