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"WALL, you see," said the Greek, settling himself down for a tall yarn, "this is how it all happened, as nearly as I can spin it," and then he paused for some time to collect his thoughts.
They had consigned the Professor to his last home before supper, the natives digging the grave for him on the river-bank; the grave-stone was a slab of wood, at present painted white by Collins, and on which he intended to write the dead man's last wishes after the present coat of paint had dried. It was lying up against the boiler.