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village one conveying fruit inspectors, the other going for what it could get were half- way out to the steamer.
The inspector's dory was taken on board with them, and the Pajaro steamed away for the mainland for its load of fruit.
The other boat returned to Ratona bear- ing a contribution from the Pajaro' s store of ice, the usual roll of newspapers and one passenger Taylor Plunkett, sheriff of Chat- ham County, Kentucky.
Bridger, the United States consul at Ra- tona, was cleaning his rifle in the official shanty under a bread-fruit tree twenty yards from the water of the harbour. The consul occupied a place somewhat near the tail of his political party's procession. The music of the band wagon sounded very faintly to him in the distance. The plums of office went to others. Bridger's share of the spoils the consulship at Ratona was little more than a prune a dried prune from the board- ing-house department of the public crib. But $900 yearly was opulence in Ratona. Be- sides, Bridger had contracted a passion for shooting alligators in the lagoons near his consulate, and he was not unhappy.
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