OUT INTO TEE ATLANTIC. 
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animation the prospective food which the hospitable fires 
were fast preparing, then I turned to my tent, accompa- 
nied by Uledi, Kacheche, the capitan, and the tent-boys, 
who were, I suppose, eager to witness my transports of 
delight. 
With profound tenderness Kacheche handed to me the 
mysterious bottles, watching my face the while with his 
sharp detective eyes as I glanced at the labels, by which 
cunning 
the 
rogue read my 
pleasure. Pale ale ! 
Sherry ! Port wine 
Champagne ! Several 
loaves of bread, wheaten 
bread, sufficient for a week. 
Two pots of butter. A packet of tea ! 
loaf 
Currant, 
sugar ! 
Sardines and salmon ! 
gooseberry, and raspberry 
Coffee ! White 
Plum-pudding ! 
jam ! 
The gracious God be praised for ever ! The long war 
we had maintained against famine and the siege of woe 
O O 
were over, and my people and I rejoiced in plenty ! It 
was only an hour before we had been living on the recol- 
lections of the few pea-nuts and green bananas we had 
consumed in the morning, but now, in an instant, we 
