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           IwasinStockholmandtheBlackSea,theDardanellesunderCaptainDalton,thebestbloodymanthateverscuttledaship.IseenRussia.Gospodipomilyou.That’showtheRussiansprays.

           —Youseenqueersights,don’tbetalking,putinajarvey.

           —Why,thesailorsaid,shiftinghispartiallychewedplug.Iseenqueerthingstoo,upsanddowns.IseenacrocodilebitetheflukeofananchorsameasIchewthatquid.

           Hetookoutofhismouththepulpyquidand,lodgingitbetweenhisteeth,bitferociously:

           —Khaan!Likethat.AndIseenmaneatersinPeruthateatscorpsesandtheliversofhorses.Lookhere.Heretheyare.Afriendofminesentme.

           Hefumbledoutapicturepostcardfromhisinsidepocketwhichseemedtobeinitswayaspeciesofrepositoryandpusheditalongthetable.Theprintedmatteronitstated:ChozadeIndios.Beni,Bolivia.

           Allfocussedtheirattentionatthesceneexhibited,agroupofsavagewomeninstripedloincloths,squatted,blinking,suckling,frowning,sleepingamidaswarmofinfants(theremusthavebeenquiteascoreofthem)outsidesomeprimitiveshantiesofosier.

           —Chewscocaallday,thecommunicativetarpaulinadded.Stomachslikebreadgraters.Cutsofftheirdiddieswhentheycan’tbearnomorechildren.

           Seethemsittingtherestarkballocknakedeatingadeadhorse’sliverraw.

           HispostcardprovedacentreofattractionforMessrsthegreenhornsforseveralminutesifnotmore.

           —Knowhowtokeepthemoff?heinquiredgenerally.

           Nobodyvolunteeringastatementhewinked,saying:

           —Glass.Thatboggles’em.Glass.