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"Huh! no use talkin', I jest _can't_ stand it any
longer--got to have my coffee if I want to keep
happy as a clam at high tide. Nothin' to prevent
me paddlin' across once more to where I got
these here greens. I noticed heaps an' heaps o'
dry wood, broken branches, stems o' palmetto
leaves an' such dandy trash for a quick fire.
Might as well tote the machine gun along, so's
to be ready for anything that comes--it could be
a frisky twelve-foot 'gator wantin' to climb me
or mebbe one o' them sly painters I been told
they got down in this queer old country. Anyway,
here you go, Perk, coffee-pot an' all."

He was soon busily engaged in building his
little fire, hoping no hostile eyes might detect the
trailing smoke ascending above the tops of that
palmetto clump. Then came the pleasing task
of watching his coffee pot as it stood on the tilting
firewood, a job that required constant vigilance
if he hoped to save its precious contents
from spilling.

Presently the odor began to fill him with delight
and later on he found himself sitting cross-legged,
like a Turk, and swallowing gulp after
gulp of the amber fluid he loved so well.

Taken altogether it proved to be as satisfactory
a little lunch as Perk had partaken of in
some time. After finishing the entire contents of
his coffee pot, he concluded it would be just as

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