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Even if the course we steer would make an eel lame tryin' to follow it," he added, as the castaway staggered and reeled up the beach.

"Now don't try to talk.

Let your tongue rest and give your feet a chance." The climbing of the steep bluff was a struggle, but they accomplished it, and at length the stranger was seated in a chair in the kitchen.
"Now, the fust thing," observed Seth, "is to get them wet clothes off you.