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He dreamed of Maine and ice black water; he awoke to a murderous sun. A voice calling: "Colonel, darlin'." He squinted: the whiskery face of Buster Kilrain.
-"Colonel, darlin', I hate to be a-wakin' ye, but there's a message here ye ought to be seein'."