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222 did n't give right in. He saw where I was a-steerin', but did n't choose to let on. So at last I purtended to be a little hurt and huffy.

"All correct," I says; "if Cook and me can't go home to my country 't is of thee, you sha'n't serve up to your dusky friend the great food of the pale brothers!" And I whistled "Yankee Doodle" slow and solemn, like a hymn tune.

That was too much for him.

"If I might have plenty of this great puddin', I maybe would