THE FATE OF THE "PENGUIN."
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We removed them, and, wrapping them in canvas, conveyed each to his own bed. I cannot tell why, yet I laboured under the belief that they would sleep sounder here than elsewhere.
Our sad mission was now ended. There was nothing more to be done but to visit the outer edge of the fields and then return to the land.
Signed,
Captain Montague Periwinkle, 1891.
THE END.
