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PROVEN. 
honors to the jolly god of a milder clime. The veri- 
est prince, of bottle memories, would not have quar- 
reled with their heel-taps. * * * 
We were inside the rocky islands of Proven harbor 
as our watches told us that another day had begun. 
The time was come for parting. The ladies shed a 
few kindly tears as we handed them to the stern- 
seats: their learned kinsman took a recumbent posi- 
tion below the thwarts, which favored a continuance 
of his nap; and the rest of the party were bestowed 
with seaman-like address — all but one unfortunate 
gentleman, who, having protracted his festive devo- 
tions longer than usual, had resolved not to “ go home 
till morning.” 
The case was a difficult one ; but there was no help 
for it. As the sailors passed him to the bottom of the 
boat, and again out upon the beach, he made the air 
vocal with his indignant outcries. The dogs^ — I have 
told you of the dogs of these settlements, how they 
welcomed our first arrival — joined their music with 
his. The Provenese came chattering out into the 
cold, like chickens startled from their roost. The gov- 
ernor was roused by the uproar. And in the midst 
of it all, our little weather-beaten flotilla ran up the 
first American flag that had been seen in the port of 
Proven. 
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aOMIAK. 
