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pocket and draws forth a tobacco box and pipe, sends 
off a cooly for a fire«stick, sits down on an inverted 
bucket, and gives a sigh of satisfaction. The pulper 
is working beautifully. Having completed his smoke, 
he feels half a mind to have another look. Really 
there is nothing to do, but, before doing so, he gets 
up to have a look how the cistern is filling. He gazes 
into the receiving cistern, and to his astonishment 
there is nothing in it ; he looks at his watch and 
finds the pulper has been steadily working for nearly 
an hour. This is very strange ; where is the coffee ? 
He gives a more searching glance and sees the coffee 
pouring out of the spout into the cistern, it continues 
its way in a small stream through and across, where it 
disappears through a small door which opens into 
the washing cistern. He walks along the edge of 
the receiving cistern, and looks into the washing one, 
and the stream of coffee is running right down its 
centre, and out at a door at the bottom from thence 
into the drain, and from the drain into the river be- 
low, into the gangob beyond redemption, taking the 
transport question into its own hands, saving all cost 
and charges. 
There is little to explain in the explanation. Dur- 
ing the hurry, bustle and scurry^of setting the pulp- 
er, it had been forgotten or neglected to shut the 
doors of the receiving and washing cisterns before the 
pulper was set agoing. Some old gunny-bags were at 
once thrown up against the doors, to prevent any 
further wastage, and a search made as to the where- 
abouts of the doors, but they were not to be found. 
As it was supposed they had gone down the stream, 
like the water-wheel buckets. No great anxiety was 
felt, as, if they were never recovered, the carpenters 
would soon supply new ones, and they would finish 
the pulping. 
It was a fine bright day, and some gleanings of coffee 
which had been picked before the pulper was ready 
were laid out on the drying-ground to dry in the 
cherry | this required no attention at all on the 
part of the stormeen, or, even if it did, they had been 
too busily engaged with the pulper to mind anything 
at all about it ; when there was a sudden cry, that 
nearly all this had been swept over the embankment, 
into the wheel-pit drain. The missing doors of the 
cisterns were not far away : they had choked up the 
escape leading from the washing cisterns, and in con- 
sequence the barbecue, or drying-ground, was all flood- 
ed with water. This was soon put all to rights. 
The cistern doors were placed in their proper place, 
and the water resumed its way in the water-course, 
and the pulping was done. Dear me,” says the 
