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[[underlined in red]] usual responsibilities. [[/underlined in red]] and now let us get this row boat fitted with an [[underlined in red]] Evinrude motor [[/underlined in red]] [[strikethrough]] along [[/strikethrough]] down along the shore. Nearer to the shore than the [[underlined in red]] "Wavelet" or the "Cygnet" [[/underlined in red]] ever allowed me. What do I care about [[strikethrough]] ro [[/strikethrough]] hidden rocks or snags! What do I care about anything. [[underlined in red]] I look half like a tramp but [[/underlined in red]] what do I care. Succession of idyllic camping episodes. [[underlined in red]] this is life. [[/underlined in red]] and I am only the onlooker and yet how charming this picture appears to me. and so few people know about all this. Further down stream I get. then my motor stops suddenly. - What is this? Not a drop of gasoline left! -- Let us row and
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[[written vertically in red in left margin]] Vacation spirit! [[/marginal entry]]
row I do lustily. My [[underlined in red]] muscles and bones get into their old uses. [[/underlined in red]] I feel already another man. Never mind if I have to row about five miles and the [[underlined in red]] Cygnet [[/underlined in red]] is so far distant that I can not even distinguish her, but my new captain is putting her in shape and after some stiff rowing I get there and I do not feel the exertion at all. After all, [[underlined in red]] I am not so tender nor so old as I sometimes imagine. I glow with delight Here I am [[strikethrough]] a b [[/strikethrough]] again a boy. Who would have imagined that a few hours and new surroundings would make [[/underlined in red]] such a change? The Cygnet did it. The little money I spent on her [[underlined in red]] has already been paid back several times [[/underlined in red]] with compound interest for the [[underlined in red]] good it has done me [[/underlined]]