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I rose before dawn, and with my shotgun and a few cartridges walked up the weed-grown path to the road. There Tuahu and Tomi awaited me, seated in Solomon's buggy, behind the trusty though temperamental Boulgasse.
-"Whoops! We're going to the Tinito for coffee!" Tomi shouted as I jumped in; then Boulgasse leaped forward, pitching me back in the seat, and we were off in true Vaiitian style.