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diced. Perhaps I am. I would be ashamed of myself if I were not.
ASCENT OF VESUVIUS—CONTINUED.
Well, as I was saying, we got our mules and horses, after an hour and a half of bargaining with the population of Annunciation, and started sleepily up the mountain, with a vagrant at each mule’s tail who pretended to be driving the brute along, 
ASCENT OF VESUVIUS. but was really holding on and getting himself dragged up instead. I made slow headway at first, but I began to get dissatisfied at the idea of paying my minion five francs to hold my
