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Rezanov by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton
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otherwise had he risen in the best of tempers. He
had inflicted himself with the society of the learned
doctor that he might always have a physician and
surgeon at hand, as well as an interpreter where
Latin was the one door of communication. He
should pay him handsomely, make him a present in
addition to the sum agreed upon, but he had not the
least intention of giving up any of the Juno's
precious space to the vagaries of a scientist, nor to
submit to the pollution of her atmosphere. Langs-
dorff was his creature, and the sooner he realized
the fact the better.

"Remember," he said to the sailor, "no more of
this, or it will be the worse for you-- What is
this?" He had come upon a pile of ducks, gulls,
pelicans, and other aquatic birds. "Are these the
cook's or the professor's?"

"The professor's, Excellency."

"Overboard." And the birds followed the skins.

Rezanov turned to confront the white and
trembling Langsdorff. The naturalist was enfolded
in a gorgeous Japanese dressing-gown, purple bro-
cade embroidered with gold, that he had surrepti-
tiously bought in the harbor of Nagasaki. To
Rezanov it was like a red rag to a bull; but the pro-
fessor was oblivious at the moment of the tactless
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