41 Lure O Gold 1904

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The Lure o 9
Gold
"while I was tossing on the bosom of the deep and
wholly unable to sleep."
He rhymes nat ral, don t he ?
said Somers, with
evident pride in his friend s "Jest
poesy. as nat ral."
Trust read the verses again. At the conclusion of
the reading Max Fishley shook his head.
"I don t like them sad pieces,"
he said. "You
oughter make it
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There you are,"
end different."
said the poet.
the other weeps. That s the way
One laughs and
of it. You never
can tell how poetry will affect people."
I did not stay long in the steerage, but bustled away
to tell the Doctor what I had learned. I was disap
pointed when I heard him say:
"Oh, you can t tell anything about that. They rig
up their baggage all kinds of ways. Trust may have
bought the trunk with the chain on it from some poor,
stranded gold-seeker who had taken it
up with that
rig, thinking to bring
it home full of dust."
"That may be," said I, "but the trunk is only a
small one, about so high, and it s heavy as lead. I
gave
one end of it a jerk just as those chaps returned. It s
awfully heavy."
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Is that so ?
said the Doctor, changing
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his tune a