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Tom a.id I ente-tain tl.e chief with the game of hot boiled beans a turn schoc masteraOur house on the hillaWe enjoy a long spell of good luckaLowering cloudsaThe details of a terrible conspiracyaBreakers ahead!
)R all tie knowledge, however, the chief and his people were likely to derive as to the art of writing by simply watching the passage of our correspondence, they might as wrell have stared at a sound egg in hopes of penetrating the mysteries ^ of the growth of the chick within ; it happened, therefore, that, by the time the exchange of bark notes had continued for ten mmutes or so, the chief began to yawn and exhibit signs of impa tienee, pushing away the last note which was submitted to him with a gesture which plainly implied his growing suspicion that we were fooling him.
To allow his suspicion to continue was to let his favour cool, yet bow to reassure him seemed to me the most difficult thing in the world. Suddenly, however, my good genius put into my head an ide?A An which I resolved to act instantly. First warning Tom as to what I was about to do, I took from my arm one of the six gold rings, and placing it in the hands of Anakraja, made him understand that he was to conceal it where he chose, I meanwhile turning away so that I might not see, but Tom looking on, and assisting me to discover thfl thereabouts of the hidden ring by means of a few words written on a piece of bark. In fact, it was nothing but the old English game of bot boiled beans" simplified by the hunter being informed where the game lay.
Ridiculous as it was, however, it captivated their ignorant minds once; and 110 sooner had Anakraja explained to the chief the tirade I was about to attempt than the old fellow brightened upRidiculous as it was, however, it captivated their ignorant minds once; and 110 sooner had Anakraja explained to the chief the tirade I was about to attempt than the old fellow brightened up