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David returned to his New Jersey home a happy man, invested with the importance which attaches itself to a great traveller. I had unfortunately contributed to Mr. Bodfish's thirst for the marvellous by reading to him at night, in our lonely camp, Jules Verne's imaginative "Journey to the Centre of the Earth." David was in ecstasies over this wonderful contribution to fiction.
I, too, need a tonic. I shall join you at Bodfish's. I really feel a lot better already." I closed my eyes, and relaxed, and a great peace settled upon me. I could tell my story in two words the two words "I drank." But I was not always a drinker. This is the story of my downfall and of my rise for through the influence of a good woman, I have, thank Heaven, risen from the depths.
Lawrence has become a country of awful and mysterious associations, while the more knowing members of the community which David honors with his presence are firmly convinced that there never existed such a boat as the Mayeta save in the wild imagination of David Bodfish. Mr. Bodfish's fictitious adventures, as related by him, covered many thousand miles of canoe voyaging.
From Rouse's Point we proceeded to a picturesque point which jutted into the lake below Chazy Landing, and was sheltered by a grove of trees into which we hauled the Mayeta. Bodfish's woodcraft enabled him to construct a wigwam out of rails and rubber blankets, where we quietly resided until Monday morning. The owner of the point, Mr.
I don't indulge in a mere momentary self-congratulation, I do the thing thoroughly. If I were weekending at Bodfish's, I should have arrived there just half an hour ago. I therefore selected that moment for beginning not to weekend with Bodfish. I settled myself in this chair and I did not have my back slapped at the station.
He always is talking about you nowadays." The widow coughed confusedly and told him not to be foolish. "Ask my wife," said the farmer, impressively; "they were talking about you for hours. He's a very shy man is my wife's uncle, but you should see his face change when your name's mentioned." As a matter of fact, Mr. Bodfish's face was at that very moment taking on a deeper shade of crimson.
Soon, when you have gone if you have any other engagements, please don't let me keep you I shall not go into the house and not listen to Mrs. Bodfish on the subject of young Willie Bodfish's premature intelligence." I got his true meaning. "I see. You mean that you will be thanking your stars that you aren't with Bodfish." "That is it, put crudely. But I go further.
Bodfish's audience had no very clear conceptions of the character of the north pole, some of them having ignored its very existence. So they accepted this portion of his narrative, while they rejected the most reasonable part of his story. The Mayeta was sent to Lake George, and afterwards became a permanent resident.
He always is talking about you nowadays." The widow coughed confusedly and told him not to be foolish. "Ask my wife," said the farmer, impressively; "they were talking about you for hours. He's a very shy man is my wife's uncle, but you should see his face change when your name's mentioned." As a matter of fact, Mr. Bodfish's face was at that very moment taking on a deeper shade of crimson.
I do not mean that I am simply absent from Bodfish's place in the country. I mean that I am deliberately not spending the weekend there. When you interrupted me just now, I was not strolling down to Bodfish's garage, listening to his prattle about his new car." I glanced around uneasily. "Reggie, old man, you're you're not This hot weather "
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