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"Jimmie Bones,石魂📺 the slaver?" cried the Captain. "That's the man the government has sent me after. Where is he?"
"But I was not so happy. I had noticed a peculiar thing: none of the invalids ever seemed to get well and go away. And finally I spoke of this to Phipps.
Everybody had now told a tale and the Arctic Monthly's Prize Story Competition was declared closed. The first number of the first animals' magazine ever printed was,技能🐚 shortly after that,斗士🙏 issued and circulated by Swallow Mail to the inhabitants of the frozen North. It was a great success. Letters of thanks and votes on the competition began pouring in from seals and sea-lions and caribou and all manner of polar creatures. Too-Too,搭配🏥 the mathematician,搭配😊 became editor; Dab-Dab ran the Mothers' and Babies' Page,技能🍆 while Gub-Gub wrote the Gardening Notes and the Pure Foods Column. And the Arctic Monthly continued to bring happiness to homes and dens and icebergs as long as the Doctor's Post office existed.Cheapside had been right. Although it did not take a fortnight to tell it did take a very full day. Slowly and evenly the sun rose out of the East,石魂♈ passed across the heavens and sank down into the West. And still Mudface went murmuring on,技能🔳 telling of all the wonders he had seen in days long ago,石魂🌾 while the Doctor's pencil wiggled untiringly over the pages of his notebook. The only interruptions were when the turtle paused to lean down and moisten his long throat with the muddy water of the lake,石魂🚒 or when the Doctor stopped him to ask a question on the natural history of antediluvian times.
"And then,斗士🚐 they've got no letter boxes in the doors,石魂🏄" said Cheapside. "There ought to be slots made to poke the letters in. The only place these bloomin' 'eathens have for a postman to put a letter is down the chimney."