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the camp on their shoulders, amid much laughter, and 
clapping of hands, grotesque wriggling of forms, and 
real Saxon hurrahing. 
Frank Pocock was there, his face lit up by fulness of 
joy, but when I asked him where Frederick Barker was, 
and why he did not come to welcome me, Frank’s face 
clouded with the sudden recollection of our loss, as he 
answered, “ Because he died twelve days ago, Sir, and 
he lies there,” pointing gravely to a low mound of earth 
by the lake ! 
STEW-POT. 
