" Sore back here, fetch along lie balsam. What ho,
CheonI " as Cheon appeared and greeted him as an old
friend. " Heard yon were here. You're the boy for my
money. Yon baiiy ass 1 Keep 'em back from tiie watCT
there." This last was for the black boy. It took dis-
crimination to fit the Fizzer's remarks on to the right
person. Then, as a pack-bag dropped at the Maloka's
feet, he added : " That's the station lot, boss. FuU
bags, missus ! Two on 'em. You'U be doing the dis-
appearing trick in >iaH a mo'."

In " half a mo' " the seals were broken, and the mail-
matter shaken out on the ground. A cascade of papers,
magazines, and books, with a fat, firm Uttie packet of
letters among them : forty letters in aU — thirty of them
falling to my lot — thirty fat, bursting envelopes, and in
another " half mo' " we had all sUpped away in difierent
directions — each with our precious mail mattCT — doing
the " disappearing trick " even to the Fizzer's satisfaction.
The Fizzer smiled amiably after the retreating figures,
and then went to be entertained by CheoiL He expected
nothing else. He proWded feasts all along his route, and
was prepared to stand aside while the bush-folk feasted.
Perhaps in the silence that fell over the bush homes, aitet
his mail-bags were opened, Ms own heart sUpped away
to dear ones, who were waiting somewhere for news of
OUT Fizzer.
Eight mails only in a year is not aU disadvantage.
