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told me the story which is here in my words and on his responsibility.
One afternoon at three o'clock, on the is- land of Ratona, a boy raced along the beach screaming, " Pajaro, ahoy!"
Thus he made known the keenness of his hearing and the justice of his discrimination in pitch.
He who first heard and made oral proclama- tion concerning the toot of an approaching steamer's whistle, and correctly named the steamer, was a small hero in Ratona until the next steamer came. Wherefore, there was rivalry among the barefoot youth of Ratona, and many fell victims to the softly blown conch shells of sloops which, as they enter harbour, sound surprisingly like a dis- tant steamer's signal. And some could name you the vessel when its call, in your duller ears, sounded no louder than the sigh of the wind through the branches of the cocoanut palms.
But to-day he who proclaimed the Pajaro gained his honours. Ratona bent its ear to listen; and soon the deep^tongued blast grew louder and nearer, and at length Ratona saw above the line of palms on the low "point"
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