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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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-utes, and Merritt had been bumped againstpretty nearly every cask in the hold be-fore he finally succeeded in drawing thesack over the snakes head. Then it waseasy, and in spite of his lack of breath theshowman in Merritt asserted itself. He putthe sack on the floor, and with one footon the neck of it he prodded the snakesbody with the other while he made mys-terious passes with his hands until the tipof the tail disappeared. When the sackwas securely tied up the python was hoistedon deck, and Merritt, his clothing torn andsoiled with pitch and the miscellaneousoily and sticky things which made up theships cargo, climbed up after it. Did you see me? he asked proudly,throwing out his chest. Did you observethe wonderful hypnotic power which over-came the prowess of the serpent? Yes, I noticed it, along toward thefinish, answered the Captain, grinningskeptically as he sized up Merritts dilap-idated apparel. But say, professor, whatI cant understand is why you didnt getit working sooner.
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Where balancing success as nectm KING OF THE KERB CONCERNING THE COSTER AT WORK AND PLAYBY MAY DONEY ILLUSTRATED WITH COPYRIGHT PHOTOGRAPHS LONDONS outdoor man is the coster.He is the Ishmael of our gutters.A very jolly Ishmael, it is true, whois more than content to acknowledge theline of demarcation between himself andthe true cockney. But, nevertheless, in amodified, twentieth-century way, he is stillthe wild man whose hand is against everymans, and every mans against his. Heis probably the last remnant of the worldsold race of wanderers—the last suggestionof the primitive man—left to the cities.He is to us town dwellers what the gypsyis to the countryside. His descent seemsto spring from the same roving stock. Andhe is regarded, from a safe distance, withthe same contempt by those who dontknow him. His habits and his impulsesstill savor strongly of the days when tribewarred against tribe, and every mans armwas for himself and his clan. And al- though his pitch is below the ker

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