The American Baron by James De Mille
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length it became deep, and then the lady held on while I floated and
tried to direct the raft toward the island. I had managed while wading to guide the raft up the stream, so that when we got into deep water the current carried us toward the island. At length we reached it without much difficulty, and then, utterly worn out, I fell down on the grass, and either fainted away or fell asleep. "When I revived I had several very queer sensations. The first thing that I noticed was that I hadn't any whiskers." "What! no whiskers?" "No--all gone; and my eyebrows and mustache, and every wisp of hair from my head." "See here, old fellow, do you mean to say that you've only taken one year to grow those infernally long whiskers that you have now?" "It's a fact, my boy!" "I wouldn't have believed it; but some fellows can do such extraordinary things. But drive on." "Well, the next thing I noticed was that it was as smoky as ever. Then I jumped up and looked around. I felt quite dry, though it seemed as if I had just come from the river. As I jumped up and turned I saw my friend. She looked much better than she had. Her clothes also were quite dry. She greeted me with a mournful smile, and rose up from the trunk of a tree where she had been sitting, and made inquiries after my health with the most earnest and tender sympathy. |
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