Although as cold as stone, owing to the exposure
to the waves, the swimmer was now refreshed. He threw away the rope,
and once more struck out.
"Adieu!" he cried to the crew of the steamboat. "I can finish the rest
of the distance without assistance."
He was as good as his word. Soon he was standing on French ground
buying a post-card for India.
"And why have you come in this strange fashion?" asked an aged
missionary of British extraction.
The weary lad replied in a faint voice, "Because at Calais a post-card
to India costs a penny, at Dover twopence! Yet both posts surely are
conveyed by the same mail. By swimming from Dover to Calais I have
saved a penny!" And as he recorded this undoubted fact he fainted.
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