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The morrow came; and three abreast, with snorting
prows, we raced along; our mat-sails panting to the breeze.
All present partook of the life of the air; and unanimously
Yoomy was called upon for a song. The canoes were passing
a long, white reef, sparkling with shells, like a jeweler's
case: and thus Yoomy sang in the same old strain as of
yore; beginning aloud, where he had left off in his soul:—

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Thus far, old Mohi had been wriggling about in his seat,
twitching his beard, and at every couplet looking up expectantly,
as if he desired the company to think, that he
was counting upon that line as the last; But now, starting
to his feet, he exclaimed, “Hold, minstrel! thy muse's drapery
is becoming disordered: no more!”

“Then no more it shall be,” said Yoomy, “But you have
lost a glorious sequel.”

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