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_sans_ starch, _sans_ crinoline; the gentlemen sitting on their hats as much as they pleased, and the ladies giving curls and collars the go-by, all in tip-top humor to be pleased. I could imagine but one improvement to our equipage,--that a steam-organ attached to it should have played, very softly, Felicien David's lovely level music of
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The Desert, as we bowled along. There were long glittering side-streams between us and the black or green prairie,--streams with little ripples on their faces, as the breeze kissed them in passing, and now and then a dimple, under the visit of a vagrant new-born beetle. To call such shining waters mud or puddles did not accord with the spirit of the hour; so we fancied them the