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A NIGHT ALARM
Fritz now began to show signs of weariness; the sugar-canes galled his shoulders, and he was obliged to shift them often. At last he stopped to take breath.
' I never could have thought,' he said, ' that a few sugar-canes could be so heavy. I pity the poor negroes who carry heavy loads of them ! Yet I must go on, for I long to see mother and Ernest eating them.'
After a while, noticing that I sucked the cane I was carrying, he tried to do the same in order to refresh himself. It was in vain, however ; scarcely a drop of the sap reached his eager lips.
' Why,' said he, ' though the cane is full of juice, I cannot get any.'
' Try to think for yourself,' I replied.
This he did, and presently announced that by
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