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The _Emily_ arrived that evening, and we fed royally on good fresh Australian beef, fried fish, and potatoes, and _compôte_ of fruit, followed by fresh cream cheese, with bread and tinned butter-as usual, from Australia. In fact, if it wasn't for Australia I believe that New Caledonia would either live on tinned everything or starve, which is of course a good thing for Sydney and Newcastle.
The Doctor produced a couple of bottles of excellent Burgundy from his private cellar, and altogether we did ourselves exceeding well. The next morning the _Emily_ sailed, of course, at five o'clock; but I turned out of bed in the moonlight well contented, for my last journey but one was over. The Commandant invited me on to his verandah for a farewell consommation. After which I went with the Doctor and the Dynamiter for another one or two at the canteen. Then we parted in as friendly a fashion as English and French ever did.