Bittangabee Bay Mosquitoes – an excerpt from ‘This Other Eden’ | Magnet

Bittangabee Bay Mosquitoes by Kevvie Warren

Just six miles south of Eden on the shores of Twofold Bay

There’s a little cove cut in the rocks where small ships sometimes lay.

’Twas here that two old seamen seeking shelter for the night

Dropped anchor late one evening, for the weather wasn’t right.

Now a tale of what befell them, I’ve noted with my pen,

For this very night they vanished and were never seen again.

It was after dropping anchor and they’d locked themselves below

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To shelter from the mosquitoes that lived there long ago.

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THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for…

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