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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: it up neatly to the size of his little finger; and then, putting
the one end into his mouth and the other on the tinder, sucked at
it till it was a-light; and drinking down the smoke, began puffing
it out again at his nostrils with a grunt of deepest satisfaction,
and resumed his dog-trot by Amyas's side, as if he had been a
walking chimney.
On which Amyas burst into a loud laugh, and cried--
"Why, no wonder they said you breathed fire? Is not that the
Indians' tobacco?"
"Yea, verily, Heaven be praised! but did you never see it before?"
"Never, though we heard talk of it along the coast; but we took it
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