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|    Anne Onime to All    |
|    zeal    |
|    02 Nov 10 20:15:33    |
      From: anonymous@rip.ax.lt              The hunt, with its going and coming, the racing backwards and forwards, the       shouting and hallooing, was fatiguing enough. Out of a hundred animals that       were driven together many escaped, but little by little some thirty moufflons       and a dozen wild goats        were driven within the corral, whose open gate seemed to offer a chance of       escape. The result was, therefore, satisfactory; and as many of these       moufflons were females with young, it was certain that the herd would prosper,       and milk and skins be plenty        in the future.       In the evening the hunters returned to Granite House nearly tired out.       Nevertheless the next day they went back to look at the corral. The prisoners       had tried hard to break down the palisade, but, not succeeding, they had soon       become quiet.       Nothing of any importance happened during February. The routine of daily work       continued, and while improving the condition of the existing roads, a third,       starting from the enclosure, and directed towards the southern coast, was       begun. This unknown        portion of Lincoln Island was one mass of forest, such as covered Serpentine       Peninsula, giving shelter to the beasts from whose presence Spilett proposed       to rid their domain.       Before the winter returned careful attention was given to the cultivation of       the wild plants which had been transplanted to the plateau, and Herbert seldom       returned from an excursion without bringing back some useful vegetable. One       day it was a kind of        succory, from the seed of which an excellent oil can be pressed; another time,       it was the common sorrel, whose anti-scorbutic properties were not to be       neglected; and again, it was some of those valuable tubercles which have       always been cultivated in        South America, those potatoes, of which more than two hundred species are       known at present. The kitchen garden, already well enclosed, well watered, and       well defended against the birds, was divided into small beds of lettuce,       sorrel, radish, charlock,        and other crucifers; and as the soil upon the plateau was of wonderful       richness, abundant crops might be anticipated.       Neither were various drinks wanting, and unless requiring wine, the most       fastidious could not have complained. To the Oswego tea, made from the       mountain mint, and the fermented liquor made from the roots of the       dragon-tree, Smith added a genuine beer;        this was made from the young shoots of the “abies nigra,” which, after having       been boiled and fermented, yielded that agreeable and particularly healthful       drink, known to Americans as “spring beer,” that is, spruce beer.       Toward the close of summer the poultry yard received a fine pair of bustards       belonging to the species “houbara,” remarkable for a sort of short cloak of       feathers and a membranous pouch extending on either side of the upper       mandible; also some fine cocks,        with black skin, comb, and wattles, like those of Mozambique, which strutted       about the lake shore.       Thus the zeal of these intelligent and brave men made every thing prosper.       Providence, doubtless, assisted them; but, faithful to the precept, they first       helped themselves, and Heaven helped them accordingly.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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