to him after those two days was what home is to some far wanderer, Morano drew out once more a lump of bacon. Then came the fry-pan and then a fire: it was the Wanderers Mess. That mess-room has stood in many lands and has only one roof. We are proud of that roof, all we who belong to that Mess. We boast of it when we show it to our friends when it is all set out at night. It has Aldebaran in new england patriots draft picks it, the Bear and Orion, and at the other end the Southern Cross. Yes we are proud of our roof when it is at its best. What am I saying? I should be talking of bacon. Yes, but there is a way of cooking it in our Mess that I want to tel new england patriots draft picks l you and cannot. Ive tasted bacon there that isnt the same as what you get at the Ritz. And I want to tell you how that bacon tastes; and I cant so I talk about stars.
evening. And then Rodriguez mounted, leaving Morano gripping the high front of the saddle with his large brown hands. But as soon as the horses started he got a grip with his heels as well, and later on with his knees. Rodriguez led the way on to the straggling road and was soon gallo new england patriots draft picks ping northwards, while Morano new england patriots draft picks s heels kept his horse up close to his masters. Morano rode as though trained in the same school that some while later taught Macaulays equestrian, who rode with loose rein and bloody spur. Yet the miles went swiftly by as they galloped on soft white dust, which lifted and settled, some of it, back on the lazy road, while some of it was breathed by Morano. The gold coin on the green silk ribbon flapped up and down as Rodriguez rode, till he stuffed it inside his clothing and
among last nights embers, soon had a fire: they hastily made a new england patriots draft picks meal and wrapped up their tent and soon they were going onward against the tide of the Segre. And that day Morano rowed more skilfully; and Rodriguez unwrapped his mandolin and played, reclining in the boat while he rested from rowing. And the mandolin told them all, what the words of none could say, that they fared to adventure in the land of Romance, to the overthrow of dullness and the sameness of all drear schemes and the conquest of discontent in the spirit of man; and perhaps it sang of a time that has not yet come, or the mandolin lied. That evening three wiser men made their camp before starlight. They were now far up the Segre. new england patriots draft picks For thirteen hours next day they toiled at the oars or lay languid. And while Rodriguez
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