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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
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and his virtues are those ofthe natural man. He has inherited themfrom generations of forefathers whose aimhas been to best the world at large,but to stand by each other whenever acommon or an individual danger threat-ened. The passion for betting is born withhim, and he sucks in an added zest for itwith his mothers milk. From the veryfirst he is a creature of circumstance. Fromthe earliest moment of his conscious experi- sleep, his wits must shine to a razor edge,or he will be done by the market auc-tioneers. For, in order to be even withthese gentlemen, you require to be able tosee, if not through a brick wall, at any ratethrough a packing case. Take the instanceof dry fruit. Your buyer is shown a sam-ple which is everything it should be. Butif he insists upon seeing the inside of eachcase he is going to buy, he gets his headpunched for his pains. He must gambleby laying out so much upon the chance ofa fair proportion of sound fruit. A costerof ambitions, who buys for others as well
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The coster loads his barrow with cheap fish and soft fruit. ence he learns that every day is a littlelife to itself, separated from that whichcomes before and after it by the specialexigencies of its seventeen, eighteen, ornineteen working hours. And directly hetakes an active part in his parents trade,he finds existence one endless gamble frommorning till night. It begins with his trudge behind an emp-ty barrow round the markets. If the pre-vious day was a bad one he will startbreakfastless. But although he may behungry, and has had only five or six hours as himself, had thirty-seven boxes of applesknocked down to him at 175. a box. Whenhe opened them in his back-yard three outof the thirty-seven contained sound fruit!The rest was rotten. It is not uncommonfor that same back-yard to smell like asewer in consequence of such calamities.And if a man, in desperation, once in awhile tries the remedy of the law, he istold that he was a fool to buy withouttesting the bulk, and that, as he h

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