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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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landed? Yes. Good! Furniture or burial caskets?he asked, smiling. Plain timber, I answered. Andyou, Cleary, whats your latest? Im a warrior. Did you see theprocession—the merry villagers—andthe long live the king business? hesaid, placing one hand upon his flatstomach and raising the other in the airwith a theatrical gesture. Yes. What is it all about ? Sit down and Ill give you the copy,he said, moving two chairs over to thesteamers rail. Two months ago I came down herewith a consignment of goods markedHarvesting Implements. They had beenpurchased in New York and shipped toa man who had the Pretender bee inhis bonnet and who believed himself borntocommand. Well, we landed the machinery allright. You know how its done—smallboats and all of that. When daylightcame, the vessel had slipped out to seaand I was marooned. Nasty trick, eh?The gang seemed to think nothing of thisunseasonable departure, and as there wasnothing left for me to do, I helped tote 473 474 THE OUTING MAGAZINE
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TWO BIG BLACKS PICKED UP THE SMALL FIGURE INWHITE AND CARRIED IT UP THE GANG PLANK. the plunder back into the hills behind thetown. When the boxes were unpacked, theHarvesting Implements turned out tobe implements of war—machine guns.They were those peculiar, nasty affairsthat you feed ammunition to on a tape.When they erupt, they spatter all overthe place like a spray nozzle on a firehose. When we got them back into thejungle, I found that not a man amongthem knew how to set them up. YourUncle Hiram being their nurse, it wassupposed he knew just how to do it.But me—Ah, me! I knew as muchabout it as a Malay pirate knows aboutthe seductive lure of a mint julep. There I was, and there were thegoods. I had to see the thing through,somehow, but I didnt know whetherto dress for a funeral or a clambake.About sundown, after jamming in a piecehere and driving in a bolt there anddropping in a section where it would stay without fallingthrough, I managed touse up all the loosepieces, not co

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