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This is the story which my friend sometimes tells on a long summer evening, as we sit together by the open window, finding pleasure in the sweet clear air after the still heat of the day.
"In those days I was an even better walker than I am today, and as you know I still very much like a good, quick walk. Well, on the particular August morning I set out quite early, before the day was too warm for easy walking. I carried with me enough food to meet my small needs and was therefore able to keep.