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He continued on his solid way through the recurring duties of the seasons. HE CONTINUED ON HIS SOLID WAY THROUGH THE RECURRING DUTIES OF THE SEASONS
 glossy rollers; but he was sure that there was less danger from the sea than from “Them,” whoever “They” were, inland to his right. He knew, too, that he would be safe if he could reach the down with the lamp on it. This came as he expected: he saw the one light a mile ahead along the beach, dismounted, turned to the right, walked quietly over to the brushwood-pile, found the little steamer had returned to the beach whence he had unmoored it, and—must have fallen asleep, for he could remember no more. “I’m gettin’ the hang of the geography of that place,” he said to himself, as he shaved next morning. “I must have made some sort of circle. Let’s see. The Thirty-Mile-Ride (now how the deuce did I know it was called the Thirty-Mile-Ride?) joins the sea-road beyond the first down where the lamp is. And that atlas-country lies at the back of the Thirty-Mile-Ride, somewhere out to the right beyond the hills and tunnels. Rummy things, dreams. ’Wonder what makes mine fit into each other so?” T HIM BLACK FOAMLESS TONGUES OF SMOOTH AND GLOSSY ROLLERS BUT HE WAS SURE THAT THERE WAS LESS DANGER FROM THE SEA THAN FROM THEM WHOEVER THEY WERE INLAND TO HIS RIGHT HE KNEW TOO THAT HE WOULD BE SAFE IF HE COULD REACH THE DOWN WITH THE LAMP ON IT THIS CAME AS HE EXPECTED HE SAW THE ONE LIGHT A MILE AHEAD ALONG THE BEACH DISMOUNTED TURNED TO THE RIGHT WALKED QUIETLY OVER TO THE BRUSHWOOD PILE FOUND THE LITTLE STEAMER HAD RETURNED TO THE BEACH WHENCE HE HAD UNMOORED IT AND MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP FOR HE COULD REMEMBER NO MORE I'M GETTING THE HANG OF THE GEOGRAPHY OF THAT PLACE HE SAID TO HIMSELF AS HE SHAVED NEXT MORNING I MUST HAVE MADE SOME SORT OF CIRCLE LET'S SEE THE THIRTY MILE RIDE HOW THE DEUCE DID I KNOW IT WAS CALLED THE THIRTY MILE RIDE JOINS THE SEA ROAD BEYOND THE FIRST DOWN WHERE THE LAMP IS AND THAT ATLAS COUNTRY LIES AT THE BACK OF THE THIRTY MILE RIDE SOMEWHERE OUT TO THE RIGHT BEYOND THE HILLS AND TUNNELS RUMMY THINGS DREAMS WONDER WHAT MAKES MINE FIT INTO EACH OTHER SO
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