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ODORLESS FLOWERS. 
“And not a featlicr!” put in a third. “Fine hunters 
you are, to-be-sure.” And thus were we passed around, 
until I really began to feel rather small and cheap than 
otherwise. 
“Now, stop your talking for a moment,” said the 
pui'ser, “while I tell you of our hunt.” He then 
gave them a very flowing account of it, imitated the 
screaming part to perfection, and ended pretty much as 
follows 
“We saw during that tramp much more than you did 
who remained on board. We saw hard walking, oceans 
of the most beautiful and brilliant, but odorless^ wild 
flowers, huge rocks hundreds of feet above the present 
sea-level, the general form and appearance of which 
indicated beyond a doubt that they had been at some 
remote period subjected to the wearing action of a con- 
stant surf. Hence, one may reasonably conclude that 
the sea has retired, or that the rocks have been lifted to 
their present elevation by some powerful convulsion of 
nature. We saw all of this and much more, not forget- 
ting the catbird and the terrified females; and what is 
there more distressingly beautiful than terrified females 
(pretty ones, I mean) upon the verge of severa;! fainting- 
fits?’’ 
He stopped for want of breath, gave old bust-proof to 
his boy to clean, and retired into his den amidst the 
cheers of the audience. 
There were two things that surprised us greatly on our 
arrival at this port, and those were the almost total ab- 
sence of natural trees of every description, and the great 
abundance of sweet oranges. Though able from our 
