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"
I
fear
,
miss
,
you
would
soon
tire
of
such
a
rude
life
--
no
roof
to
shelter
you
--
no
society
--
no
--
"
"
And
you
,
sir
;
how
is
it
you
have
not
grown
tired
of
it
?
If
I
have
been
correctly
informed
--
your
friend
,
Mr
Stump
,
is
my
authority
--
you
've
been
leading
this
life
for
several
years
.
Is
it
so
?
"
"
Quite
true
:
I
have
no
other
calling
.
"
"
Indeed
!
I
wish
I
could
say
the
same
.
I
envy
you
your
lot
.
I
'm
sure
I
could
enjoy
existence
amid
these
beautiful
scene
for
ever
and
ever
!
"
"
Alone
?
Without
companions
?
Without
even
a
roof
to
shelter
you
?
"
"
I
did
not
say
that
.
But
,
you
've
not
told
me
.
How
do
you
live
?
Have
you
a
house
?
"
"
It
does
not
deserve
such
a
high-sounding
appellation
,
"
laughingly
replied
the
mustanger
.
"
Shed
would
more
correctly
serve
for
the
description
of
my
jacalé
,
which
may
be
classed
among
the
lowliest
in
the
land
.
"
"
Where
is
it
?
Anywhere
near
where
we
've
been
to-day
?
"
"
It
is
not
very
far
from
where
we
are
now
.
A
mile
,
perhaps
.
You
see
those
tree-tops
to
the
west
?
They
shade
my
hovel
from
the
sun
,
and
shelter
it
from
the
storm
.
"
