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delightful? Now take the details. It is about 95 &degree; F when we start for the grove, hence we arrive these4 covered in sweat & grime & melted dubbin from off the reins: Then, having tied our horses up we spread out a saddle blanket now on the green sward as perhaps the imagination would depict in a palm grove, but on a very fine dirty black dust, which harbours every kind of offensive wog from fleas to big black beetles that defy classification.
Meanwhile the thermometer rises steadily higher & higher & one drags ones weary way around the tree

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