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The weather now, , after the fashion of weather on this

coast, as rapidly as it had becoht on our desert island No doubt the lighthouse tender

knew of our presence, for he easily could see our tent by day and our

fire by night, and he surelyat

anchor under his nose at the edge of the channel; but no visit caood reason, as we later learned,

that the stor; so that all he

himself could do was to cross his Cajun bosoht come from across the bay So, as much alone as the Swiss

family by name of Robinson--an odd name for a Swiss family, it always

seemed to me--we remained on our desert island undisturbed, the ladies

now in the comfortable tent, my hardy pirates under the tarpaulin, and

the rest of us as we liked or rew along the lagoon where the great ranks of wild

fowl kept up their chatter day and night

It was a land of plenty, and any but a ht well

have been content there for many days Content was not in my own soul

I was up by dawn and busy about the boats, before any sign of life was

visible around the tent or the canvas shelter But since the sun rose

warm, it yet was early e ure, for inwas sadly soiled and stained, even thethe worse for the salt-water

immersions it had known; and