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CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE. “Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?” “The whale went splurgin’ an’ splutterin’ through the waves, mebbe blowin’ up a big waterspout like we see them doin’ in the jography picters. Then Joner prayed like everything an’ wrastled with the Lord, an’ his prayer was heerd, an’ the whale spit him up on the bank.”.
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