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and in the minute or so that it takes the antiquated chain ferry to land one on the eastern side one should say goodbye to what is known as civilization, smash the bottle of whiskey on the rails of the pontoon, give the stolen half chicken to the black whalland, pull the Australian line of the hat further down on the forehead, let the sweat dry on the face & brace oneself for the blazing desert The the iron rations smelling of camel the strong tea smelling of camel your best friend smelling of camel & the camel smelling himself smelling like the combined by-products of a tannary & a soap Factory.
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