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THE JOURNEY'S END 247others were left behind and the members of theunderworld were washed for the last time. Nolonger did I accumulate dripping, but ratherspent it lavishly the stock of candles ran down:and the rolling-pin and board were washed andstowed away. Indeed a striking change hadcome over the commissariat department. Theback boxes and the larder, which had been stuffedfull and bulging with supplies at Inverness, grewlean and empty, so that the few members thatremained joggled together on rough roads forlack of packing. All was being brought slowlyto a fine point. Only the tinned tongue wastreated with respect and allowed to keep itsplace. For it is our pleasant custom to carrywith us always one tinned tongue. We tell eachother that it is there in case of emergency, but itis an inherent part of the game that it shouldcome home again unscathed. I fancy that intimes of famine we would rather live on breadand water than tap that tongue. And I havesometimes wondered ifany specialaccrued to it throughvirtue hasits travels. Was it not atone time customary to take a cask of sherryround the Horn and back before it could be lookedon as mature ?been to John o' Groat's ?Well, what of a tongue that has