“In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder.
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