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`` If you do , try the contents of your own bottle , then , for mine is running low . '' Mr. Brown did not heed my request , and I had the satisfaction of hearing the liquor gurgling down his throat as though he liked it exceedingly ; and when he did return the bottle , he gave me more fatherly advice , which was to the effect that I should carry a larger flask during my travels , if I expected to be successful in life , and die happy . I have a distinct impression that I was thinking on the subject when sleep overtook me , and when I was awakened Mr. Brown was already rolling up his blankets and making his toilet . `` Come , '' he exclaimed , `` let us be stirring before sunrise , and by ten o'clock we can reach the banks of the Loddon . Get the kettle from the pack , and we will have a cup of coffee for breakfast . '' While I was unpacking the miscellaneous articles which the pack horse was compelled to carry , Mr. Brown started a fire , and in a short time the fumes of boiling coffee mingled with the fragrance of the numerous flowers which grew upon the banks of the stream . `` How did you sleep ? ''