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Jarrod. "Was it the breakfast food, or the climate?"
"Climate, I guess. My taste don't run to breakfast foods. I'd make a poor horse. So I shovelled in plenty of welsh rabbits and lobster newburgs and corn fritters and such remedies, an' washed 'em down with good beer and a few bottles of sherry. Why, sir, the treatment worked like magic! Digestion perfect—pulse reg'lar—spirits gay and unconfined—happiness rampant. That Tamawaca climate's a peach."
"Do you think I can rent a cottage there?"
"Sure. Ask Wilder. He'll fix you."
"Is there a grocery handy, where one can purchase supplies?"
"Yep. Wilder runs it."
"And a meat market?"
"Wilder's."
"Can I rent a good boat, for fishing?"
