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Then he offered up a short, almost inaudible prayer, thanking Heaven for our safe arrival, begging for good weather, no illness or accidents, plenty of fish, and strong sailing winds. THEN HE OFFERED UP A SHORT ALMOST INAUDIBLE PRAYER THANKING HEAVEN FOR OUR SAFE OR SAFE ARRIVAL BEGGING FOR GOOD WEATHER NO ILLNESS OR ACCIDENTS PLENTY OF FISH AND STRONG SAILING WINDS
ced east or south, "every one takes their turn at cooking breakfast, and one of the men is always out at sunrise to catch it first. Hubbard, I'll toss you which you do in the morning and which I do!" He lost the toss. "Then I'll catch it," I said, laughing at his discomfiture, for I knew he loathed stirring porridge. "And mind you don't burn it as you did every blessed time last year on the Volga," I added by way of reminder. Mrs. Maloney's fifth interruption about the door of her tent, and her further pointed observation that it was past nine o'clock, set us lighting lanterns and putting the fire out for safety. But before we separated for the night the clergyman had a time-honoured little ritual of his own to go through that no one had the heart to deny him. He always did this. It was a relic of his pulpit habits. He glanced briefly from one to the other of us, his face grave and earnest, his hands lifted to the stars and his eyes all closed and puckered up beneath a momentary frown. AS AND WHETHER THE DOOR FACED EAST OR SOUTH EVERYONE TAKES THEIR TURN AT COOKING BREAKFAST AND ONE OF THE MEN IS ALWAYS OUT AT SUNRISE TO CATCH IT FIRST HUBBARD I'LL TOSS YOU WHICH YOU DO IN THE MORNING AND WHICH I DO HE LOST THE TOSS THEN I'LL CATCH IT I SAID LAUGHING AT HIS DISCOMFITURE FOR I KNEW HE LOATHED STIRRING PORRIDGE AND MIND YOU DON'T BURN IT AS YOU DID EVERY BLESSED TIME LAST YEAR ON THE VOLGA I ADDED BY WAY OF REMINDER MISSUS MALONEY'S FIFTH INTERRUPTION ABOUT THE DOOR OF HER TENT AND HER FURTHER POINTED OBSERVATION THAT IT WAS PAST NINE O'CLOCK SET US LIGHTING LANTERNS AND PUTTING THE FIRE OUT FOR SAFETY BUT BEFORE WE SEPARATED FOR THE NIGHT THE CLERGYMAN HAD A TIME HONOURED LITTLE RITUAL OF HIS OWN TO GO THROUGH THAT NO ONE HAD THE HEART TO DENY HIM HE ALWAYS DID THIS IT WAS A RELIC OF HIS PULPIT HABITS HE GLANCED BRIEFLY FROM ONE TO THE OTHER OF US HIS FACE GRAVE AND EARNEST HIS HANDS LIFTED TO THE STARS AND HIS EYES ALL CLOSED AND PUCKERED UP BENEATH A MOMENTARY FROWN
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