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I got up from the sand, on which I had been so unceremoniously plumped down, I found myself surrounded by a motley audience, a posse of lusty Riffians. Their looks were fierce, and their heads completely shaven, with the exception of the long plaited tail of hair which hung down over the shoulder, and which, as they devoutly believe, serves for the Good Angel to take them to heaven