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With my own hands I have trained that prize, Hiroshiive Hiroshimi his super-humanly

disinterested calm He fitted perfectly into the picture of our drea house in which we sat, indeed no house at all

Beneath us rose and fell a stanch vessel, responsive to the long lift

of the southern seas It was not a rustle of the leaves we heard

through the open s, but the low ripple of waves along our

strakes cah the open ports Hiroshih aloft our lookout swept the sea for

sail that ht offer us a prize

If any say that this manner of illusion may not exist between two boys

and a man, I answer that we did not thus classify it By the new

pleasure in my soul, by the new blood in ether, and all in quest of adventure

True, at times our speech smacked less of nautical and piratical

phrase, at times, indeed, halted It is difficult for a

twelve-year-old pirate, exceeding hungry, to ask for a third helping

of grilled chicken in a voice at once stern and ingratiating

Moreover, it is difficult for a discreet and law-abiding citizen, with

a full sense of duty, deliberately to aid and abet two youthful

runaways But whenever illusion wavered, L'Olonnois saved the day by

resu his stern scowl, even above a chicken-bone His facility in

rolling speech I discovered to be, in part, attributable to a volu from his pocket At my request he passed it to

me, and I saw its title; The Pirate's Own Book I kneell

Indeed, I now arose, and passing to my bookshelves, dren a