Outing . up the inani-mate form of a young white female, butthe dripping Wilkins shoved me aside andswinging her against his shoulder, he rantoward the palace. He gasped as I trottedat his side: Miss Hulda Barnstable of Walpole,Mass. . Shes a missionary boundto the Peace Island group. . oldgent that convoyed her was washed over-board yesterday. May 10th.—I am not ungallant by na-ture; but I have begun to wish to Heaventhat the young missionary female hadchosen some other island for the scene ofher shipwreck. She has an attractive per-sonality in her demure, prim way, and hereyes are uncommonly
Outing . up the inani-mate form of a young white female, butthe dripping Wilkins shoved me aside andswinging her against his shoulder, he rantoward the palace. He gasped as I trottedat his side: Miss Hulda Barnstable of Walpole,Mass. . Shes a missionary boundto the Peace Island group. . oldgent that convoyed her was washed over-board yesterday. May 10th.—I am not ungallant by na-ture; but I have begun to wish to Heaventhat the young missionary female hadchosen some other island for the scene ofher shipwreck. She has an attractive per-sonality in her demure, prim way, and hereyes are uncommonly fetching. But in oneshort week she has managed to demoralizethe government of Lemuel Wilkins Island,and to play the very devil with my well-ordered round of scientific Wilkins I. promised to send her on herway in the first vessel he could lay his handson, but for the last day or so he hasap-peared to care precious little about sightinga sail. Miss Hulda Barnstable is of that. Perhaps he would prefer to work out this problemfor himself, Mr. J. Archibald McKackney. annoying New England type that can heara call of duty from the Antipodes and is al-ways cocked and primed to regenerate anycommunity except its own. She was notasked to right any wrongs or save any soulson Lemuel Wilkins Island, but already shehas expressed in the strongest language hercontempt for an elderly gentleman whowill waste his golden years in studying andcollecting the Human Whisker. She haseven begun to set the natives against me,and is actually preaching the damnabledoctrine that their pride in their whiskersis sinful, and disgusting. As for the King—he is not like himself. I have the gravestdoubts of his being able to make a firmstand against the New England consciencewhen reinforced by a pair of fine, gray 15th.—Early this evening Wilkinslaunched into a story of his troubles. Hisimpassioned monologue lasted an hour, andthe gist of it was as follows: Mr. McKackney, I have
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