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degree. And how these complacent baldheads would swell, and brag,
and lie, and date back—ten, fifteen, twenty years,—and how they
did enjoy the effect produced upon the marvelling and envying
youngsters!

And perhaps just at this happy stage of the proceedings, the

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stately figure of Captain Isaiah Sellers, that real and only genuine
Son of Antiquity, would drift solemnly into the midst. Imagine the
size of the silence that would result on the instant. And imagine
the feelings of those bald-heads, and the exultation of their recent
audience when the ancient captain would begin to drop casual and
indifferent remarks of a reminiscent nature—about islands thai had