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fried ham and eggs. " Thee need'nt be afraid of
" I 'm sure thee must be hungry," added the
old gentleman, handing me a great chunk of
bread. " Eat away, and don't thee be afraid.
We have plenty more in the house."
But it was all of no use, and though an hour or
even half an hour before, I had felt that I could
devour any thing, the smoking coffee, ham,
eggs, and sausages, and the nice white bread
could not tempt me. For a good half hour
this continued: they pressing me to eat, and
I quite unable to do so. At last I began, and
picked a bit now and then, receiving encourage¬
ment as my courage seemed to increase. My
appetite came w ith my courage, and then—oh !
how I did eat!
I fear my readers may think I exaggerate when
I tell them that " I ate straight on for an entire hour,
quite steady." I demolished all the ham and eggs
and sausages they placed before me, with their due
accompaniment of bread, and then a round of
cold salt beef was brought up, from which I was
helped abundantly. I could not but notice the
looks of my new friends. The old gentleman
would cough and wipe his eyes now and then,