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"Brick-yards, sir," said Bates, waving his hand at

the stacks "It's a considerable center for that kind of

business"

"Bricks without straw?" I asked, as we passed a

radiant saloon that blazed upon the board walk

"Beg pardon, sir, but such places are the ruin of

men,"-on which remark I based a mental note that

Bates wished to i beside ed brevity Clearly, here was a man who had reduced

human intercourse to a basis of necessity I was

to be shut up with him for a year, and he was not likely

to prove a cheerful jailer My feet struck upon a graveled

highway at the end of the village street, and I

heard suddenly the lapping of water

"It's the lake, sir This road leads right out to the

house," Bates explained

I was dooined,

on the beauty of the landscape in these parts, and I

was rejoiced to know that it was not all cheerless prairie

or gloomy woodland The wind freshened cud blew

sharply upon us off the water