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We reported the discovery of water and held up the fish. "Good! Good again!" he cried. "We'll have the first decent breakfast we've had this year. Sangree'll clean 'em in no time, and the Bo'sun's Mate—" "Will fry them to a turn," laughed the voice of Mrs. Maloney, appearing on the scene in a tight blue jersey and sandals, and catching up the frying pan. Her husband always called her the Bo'sun's Mate in Camp, because it was her duty, among others, to pipe all hands to meals. WE REPORTED THE DISCOVERY OF WATER AND HELD UP THE FISH GOOD GOOD AGAIN HE CRIED WE'LL HAVE THE FIRST DECENT BREAKFAST WE'VE HAD THIS YEAR SANGREE'LL CLEAN EM IN NO TIME AND THE BO'SUN'S MATE WE'LL FRY THEM TO A TURN LAUGHED THE VOICE OF MISSUS MALONEY APPEARING ON THE SCENE IN A TIGHT BLUE JERSEY AND SANDALS AND CATCHING UP THE FRYING PAN HER FATHER ALWAYS CALLED HER THE BO'SUN'S MAID IN CAMP BECAUSE IT WAS HER DUTY AMONG OTHERS TO PIPE ALL HANDS TO MEALS
r reigned there. On one of the other islands, a few hundred yards away—for the rest of the party slept late this first morning, and we took to the canoe—we discovered a spring of fresh water untainted by the brackish flavour of the Baltic, and having thus solved the most important problem of the Camp, we next proceeded to deal with the second—fish. And in half an hour we reeled in and turned homewards, for we had no means of storage, and to clean more fish than may be stored or eaten in a day is no wise occupation for experienced campers. And as we landed towards six o'clock we heard the clergyman singing as usual and saw his wife and Sangree shaking out their blankets in the sun, and dressed in a fashion that finally dispelled all memories of streets and civilisation. "The Little People lit the fire for me," cried Maloney, looking natural and at home in his ancient flannel suit and breaking off in the middle of his singing, "so I've got the porridge going—and this time it's not burnt. RGES ETERNAL SHELTER REIGNED THERE ON ONE OF THE OTHER ISLANDS A FEW HUNDRED YARDS AWAY FOR THE REST OF THE PARTY SLEPT LATE THIS FIRST MORNING AND WE TOOK TO THE CANOE WE DISCOVERED A SPRING OF FRESH WATER UNTAINTED BY THE BRACKISH FLAVOUR OF THE BALTIC AND HAVING THUS SOLVED THE MOST IMPORTANT PROBLEM OF THE CAMP WE NEXT PROCEEDED TO DEAL WITH THE SECOND FISH AND IN HALF AN HOUR WE REELED IN AND TURNED HOMEWARD FOR WE HAD NO MEANS OF STORAGE AND TO CLEAN MORE FISH THAN MAY BE STORED OR EATEN IN A DAY IS NO WISE OCCUPATION FOR EXPERIENCED CAMPERS AND AS WE LANDED TOWARDS SIX O'CLOCK WE HEARD THE CLERGYMAN SINGING AS USUAL AND SAW HIS WIFE AND SANGREE SHAKING OUT THEIR BLANKETS IN THE SUN AND DRESSED IN A FASHION THAT FINALLY DISPELLED ALL MEMORIES OF STREETS AND CIVILIZATION THE LITTLE PEOPLE LIT THE FIRE FOR ME CRIED MALONEY LOOKING NATURAL AND AT HOME IN HIS ANCIENT FLANNEL SUIT AND BREAKING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SINGING SO I'VE GOT THE PORRIDGE GOING AND THIS TIME IT'S NOT BURNT
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