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upon our arrival here.
Out of the hold of our steamer a man with a rope and hook began hauling baggage up a smooth board.
Three hundred people were sorting their goods without checks.
Porters were shouldering immense loads, four or five heavy trunks at once, corded together, and stalking off Atlantean.
Hat-boxes, bandboxes, and valises burst like a meteoric shower out of a crater.
“À moi, à moi!”
was the cry, from old men, young women, soldiers, shopkeepers, and freres, scuffling and shoving together.
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