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HEN Fen first awoke he was puzzled by a dominant throbbing sound. Then he realized that it was the engine, and saw the pale river-banks slipping past the port-hole. And his first thought was not one of excitement, that he should be once more outward bound, but of desolation, that he should not see Siddereticus again.

The impression of the evening before was still very strong, and he longed to be able to stop Larry's ceaslessceaseless [sic] babble about the picnic. At breakfast, Jackson, the colored steward, approached Fen, holding a small package rather gingerly.

"For you, Massa Fen," said the man.