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UNENVIABLE LONELINESS 
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they roasted) and birds.” We wrote our names in his 
visitors’ book, filled with other autographs from every 
part of the world ; but we didn’t envy him in his hut 
and his loneliness, and, even with all its wonders, were 
not sorry to turn our backs on Waiotapu, so, wishing 
him good-bye, we started homewards. 
