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I don't know about Gary, but I dreamed about dark, spooky houses and horrible, groaning ghosts all night. I was glad to wake up and find it was a bright, sunny, ghostless morning.

Let us take a peep into the bechoba. All hushed and quiet. A piece of camp able close to the tent wall, and on it a tumbler of cocoanut [sic] oil, with a lighted wick floating on the surface. Here, also, a watch, a cheroot case, and cooja of drinking-water standing on a broken soup-plate.

It then revelleth and drawethe backe agayne those humors which concurre towardes the Eyes.