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ALGOKA IOWA, MAKOH: 22, RODNEY ; I DICK . The Adventures of An Eton Boy.,, GRANT. tfc*«*«**f:fr*ti*«*f-«:^ CHAPTER II.—(Continued.) Now I began to be assailed by that fllness, which terror and anxiety had hitherto but partially repressed—a violent seasickness in all its horror. Afraid of being washed from the deck, Over which the waves were breaking iiow» once more I crept in wretchedness below. Before descending, I cast a despairing glance at the loosening sail which Still caught the wind; It was a source Of increasing danger which I dared not (attempt to remedy, even had I strength to have done so, for the wet deck was now sloping like the roof of a house, and I would assuredly have fallen into the sea to leeward. After several feeble efforts, I succeeded in partially closing the companion hatch, for warmth and security, and, descending, threw myself on the cabin floor, sick and despairing. The lurching of the vessel, the closeness of the atmosphere, and general odor of the cabin, overpowered me at last; I became fearfully ill, and from being so, lapsed into unconsciousness, after enduring all the wretchedness induced by that ailment of the ocean. For the top of my head seemed about to fly off, its sides to be crushed in; there was a singing in my ears, an ache in my eyeballs; and then came that awful sinking of tho pulses, of the body, of the soul itself which thousands have endured in cases of aggravated sea-sickness, but none has been able to depict. . In short, after a paroxysm of illness and tears, I became totally unconscious of the peril and horror of my situation, and found a refuge in sleep. : CHAPTER III. Useless Regrets. I must have lain long thus. On recovering, I rose more stiff aftd more benumbed than ever, and with feeble steps ascended the companion ladder, and then a cry of despair escaped me. The sky was clear and sunny, but whether with the light of a rising or a setting sun, I could not at first determine, morning and evening on the ocean being so much alike to an unpracticed eye. Not a vestige of land was visible! Sea and sky were around me; not a sail was' in sight, and nothing living was near, save a few petrels tripping over the water, alongside of the fatal schooner. Had I slept all night, and was this the dawn of a new day? Had I slept all day, and was this the approach of another night? I devoutly hoped not, as I most dreaded night upon the ocean; but the gradual sinking of tho sun, and the increasing redness of the sky, ere long informed me that tho time was evening. I now knew the west, and turned my haggard eyes to the south, for there the land and my home lay; but still the envious wind, though lighter, now, seemed to blow from that quarter. Oh! how deeply and earnestly, by thoughts unuttered, I prayed in my heart that it would change and blow toward the shore—any shore—or any part of the coast of England, and bring me so near that I might have a chance of escape of life and preservation, by swimming—by putting to the test that skill and those powers of activity I had acquired at Eton, in the watei-s of the Thames. The sea was comparatively smooth, but still the empty schooner rolled and lurched fearfully; the more so that the fore and aft foresail was hanging so loosely in the brails. A hundred years seemed to have elapsed since I had heard the dear voices and seen the loved faces of those I had left at home—of my father, my mother, of Dot and of Sybil; while the events of my early schoolboy days seemed to have occurred but yesterday. All time was chaos and confusion! In my sorrow and despair I never thought, unless with anger, of Jan van fceervogel, the poor Dutch skipper, Whose interests were so much involved With the loss or safety of his little fichooner, with which the flood tide had made so free. I thought only of my own danger, and my mother's sorrow for the mystery that would overhang my fate. Now hunger assailed me, creating a new terror lest I should perish by want of food; and all I had read or heard of wrecks, rafts and castaways crowded on my memory to aggravate the real perils which surrounded me. Once more I sought the cabin, and qn finding an ax broke open what appeared to be a press or locker. Therein were several cups, bottles and drinking glasses, placed in perforated shelves; but nothing eatable save a single hard and moldy biscuit, which the rats abandoned on my approach, and nothing drinkable save the remains of the brandy in which the peaches had been preserved—and I viewed the Jar with horror, as the primary cause of all my sufferings and dangers—I say the remains, for it had fallen from the table and been broken to pieces; so nothing remained of Us contents, except about a gill in a fragment, and the peaches which lay in the lee or lower side of the cabin. What would I not have given for a single drop of pure cold water, to alleviate that choking thirst which Is ever the sequel to sickness, excitement and sorrow!. But there was not a drop on as the scuttle-butt had broken ' lashings in one of the lurches of the schooner and fallen overboard to leeward. So I soaked the moldy biscuit in the brandy, ate it, and went on deck, in time to see the sun set at the watery horizon, from whence it cast a long and tremulous line of yellow splendor along the dancing waves, to where the schooner floated in fier loneliness. Night followed, and one by one the stars appeared In the mighty blue dome overhead; there was no moon as yet, and I thought of hoisting a light at the mainmast head, but where were a lantern and matches to be found? I thought also of lifting the fore- hatch to explore the forepart of the schooner, but I felt too feeble and sick at heart, and now with the coming of the shadow of night a ghost story of the Dutch skipper recurred to me. Thirst was now becoming an agony, and I inhaled the dewy atmosphere in vain, l;or its "property wdis saline, and seemed to make niy sufferings greater; but happily it induced a drowsiness. I crept below, and seeking the bed in the captain's berth, drew the clothes over me and strove to sleep—and so weary was I that sleep came. , Hew long I slept I do not know, but I was suddenly roused by a violent lurch of the schooner. On reaching the deck, I found that a gale ha.d again come on, and' that the sea was whitened with foam, amid which the seabirds were blown wildly hither and thither; that the moon was now on the wane, and shed a cold, weird light between the black masses of flying scud, upon the tumbling billows and the empty schooner, which yet floated buoyantly enough. But she now careened fearfully to port. I foresaw that unless the masts were cut away a capsize was Inevitable, for the wild wind howled over the waste of seething water, ' and the schooner groaned and trembled as wave after wave thundered on her empty and resounding hull. Notwithstanding my weakness, I endeavored to tighten the brailing of the fore and aft foresail; hut how vain was the attempt! The moment I removed the rope from the belaying pin it was torn from my hand; the whole sail fell heavily loose, and swelled out upon the wind. It flapped with a sound like thunder in the blast, and in a moment the deck seemed to pass from under my feet, and I was struggling alone in the midnight sea. To the horror of being drowned was now added that of being devoured by the fishes. A cry to heaven escaped me, as I rose panting and almost breathless and struck out to prolong existence. The sea repelled and buoyed me up, for it is by no means so easy to sink as many persons imagine. The schooner was lying now completely on her beam ends to port; her masts and half her deck were in the water. It had filled the body of the loosened sail, and served to keep her steady, but still the waves washed wildly over the hull. I knew she must soon fill and go down; yet so strong is the instinct of self-preservation that I soon reached the foremast, climbed into the now horizontal rigging, and seated myself on the row of dead eyes, through which the shrouds are rove, clutching them with wild tenacity, while drenched, cold, and despairing. The spray flew over me, thick as rain, but bitter, heavy and blinding. How long I could have survived I know not; but I felt as one in a dreadful dream and acted with the decision and firmness with which we often seem to acquaint ourselves amid the moat fantastic situations created by the fancy in sleep. Suddenly, amid the stupor that was coming over me, I heard a voice and saw a large brig looming between me and the pale, waning moon. She was close by, with her courses, topsails, Jib and fore-and-aft mainsail set, but with her foreyard laid to the wind as she lay to. Then I heard the rattle of the blocks and tackle, as a boat descended from the stern davits with a splash Into the sea. "Cheerily, now, my lads, give way!" cried the voice I had heard before; "pull to windward round this craft, and overhaul her." "There's a man in the fore-rigging!" cried another. "Then stand by in the bow with the boat-hook." I strove to speak, to shout; but my voice was gone. "Spring into the sea," cried a voice; "do you hear me, you sir—you In the Core-rigging there? Jump in; we cannot sheer alongside a craft that pitches about like a cork in such a sea as this." "Don't fear, my lad," cried others; "we'll pick you up." But I was powerless, blinded by spray; and though unable to respond, clutched the rattllns with fatuous energy'. Then strong hands were laid upon me, and I felt myself dragged into the boat. "Shove off, shove off—give way! this craft will sink in a minute," cried some one; "give way for the brig!" and Just as they turned the head of the boat toward their vessel, the Dutch schooner appeared to right herself; there was a craeh as her deck burst up, and then a sob seemed to mingle with the air that was expelled from her'bold as she filled and went down like a stone. Though I had been so long I afterward learned that at this there were not less than fifteen sail in sight of the vessel which picked njfi CHAPTER IV. The Eugenie. After being conveyed on board, hot brandy punch was readily administered to me; all my wet clothes were taken off, and I was put into a snug berth, the cozy warmth of which, together with the effect of the steaming punch— "ft stiff nor*wester," as I heard it called —and the toil and misery, mental and bodily, I had undergone, all conduced to give me a long and almost dreamless slumber. Thus the noon of the next day was far advanced before I awoke to the realities of life and a consideration of the awkward predicament in which I was placed. I had been picked up by the Eugenie, a new brig of 250 tons register, "coppered to the behds, and standing A-l at Lloyds," as I was informed by Samuel Weston, her master. He added that she had a crew of twelve hands, men and boys, exclusive of Marc Hislop, the mate, and Tattooed Tom, his assistant, and that the brig had the reputation of being one of the best sailing out of London. The morning was fine and warm; the skylight was open, and a pleasant current of air passed through the clean, wainscoted cabin. A spotless white cloth was on the table, across which there were lashed certain bars of wood, technically termed a fiddle, to keep the plates and glasses from falling to leeward; and on looking from my curtained berth (for I was not permitted to rise) I saw the captain and mate at lunch over brandy and water, biscuits and cheese; and busy the while with charts and compasses, as they were comparing their nautical notes and observations. The brig seemed to be running steadily through the water upon L he starboard tack, and I could hear the gurgle of the sea under her counter, as it bubbled away in the wake astern—in fact, the sound seemed to be Just a foot above" my ear, realizing the terrible Idea that there was "only a plank between me and eternity." Capt. Samuel Weston was a well- made man of middle hight, and somewhere about forty years of age. He was rather grave than Jovial in manner, but pleasant, kind and gentlemanly. There was nothing about him that particularly indicated the seaman, and he never used startling adjectives, or, according to the proverbial Idea, interlarded his conversation with obscure nautical phraseology. He wore a short pea-coat with brass buttons, and a straw hat. A handsome gold ring secured his necktie, and the fag-end of a cheroot was between his teeth. He was exactly portrayed thus in his colored calotype, which was framed and screwed into the bulkhead. Close by It was another of a lady with a little boy, standing at the base of a column, which of course had a crimson curtain festooned behind it; and they, I had no doubt, were his wife and child. So Capt. Weston—or, as he preferred to call himself, Sam Weston—was more domestic in his tastes than those who usually live by salt water are supposed to be. Neither was there anything particularly nautical in the appearance of the mate, who was a smart and athletic young fellow, about five-and-twenty years of age, with somewhat of a Glasgow accent, keen gray eyes and sandy- colored hair; and he it was (though I was not aware of it then, or for long after) who boldly plunged Into tho stormy sea, and swam to the founder- Ing schooner, and finding that I could neither understand nor obey instructions, had made a line fast to my waist, and thus conveyed me safely into the boat; so to this young Scotchman I owed my life r.nd a debt of gratitude, (To be continued.) The Wrong: l.Ofir. A well-known Archbishop of Dublin was, toward the end of his life, afflicted by his absence of mind, that led often to startling developments. The most devout of men, the best of husbands, he figured in one anecdote that might have got a less well-known pietist into trouble. It was at a dinner given by the Lord- Lieutenant of Ireland. In the midst of the dinner the company was startled by seeing the Archbishop rise from his seat, looking pale and agitated, and crying: "It has come, it has come!" "What has come, your Grace?" eagerly cried half a dozen voices from different parts of the table. "What I have been expecting for some years—a stroke of paralysis," solemnly answered the Archbishop. "I have been pinching myself for the past two minutes, and find my leg entirely without sensation." "Pardon me, my dear Archbishop," said the hostess, looking up to him with a quizzical smile, "pardon me for contradicting you, but it is me that you have been pinching.'- Lord a ltd Minister. The Scottish. Leader says that the former Lord Elphinstone's parish minister was a very scatter-brained theologian, and in his sermons often knew not the end from the beginning. One Sunday his Lordahip, in his customary sleeping, gave vent to an unmistakable snore. This was too much for the minister, who stopped and cried: "Waken, my Lord Elphinstone," A grunt followed, and then his lordship answered: "I'm no sleeplh 1 , minister," "But ye are sleepip. 1 . I wager ye din- n?i ken what I siv'd last," exclaimed tjie pastor, "Ou, ay," returned the peer. "Ye said, 'Waken, my Lord Elphin- etone.'" "Ay, ay," said the minister. "But I wager ye dltma. ken what J said, last afore that." "Tuts," replied the nobleman, promptly, "J'U ye aiBWft fcee FARM «ANB GABDEN, MATTERS C3P INTEREST TO AGRICULTURISTS. 8om«rp-to-Dn4* ttloti About Cultivation of the Soli And fields Thereof—Horticulture, Viticulture Had Floriculture. Exhausted Soils. N. S. Scovell, in an address to the jasper County, Illinois, farmers, said: There are but few if any farmers satisfied with their crop yields upon the uplands in the county. In early days these produced abundantly but by continued cropping without any return to the land of the plant elements consumed they have lost much of their vitality and we are now feeling the effects of such a course of husbandry. The soil elements are wanting to pro-' duce paying crops. These must be known and applied. This new condition must be recognized and efforts put forth to I'estore iheir original fertility, If farming is to be a paying investment. To secure this the farmers must pay a great 'deal of attention to plant food. The sources from which plants derive their food are first, the atmosphere and second from the soil. The atmospheric supply Is always In abundance. The soil supply is the one that requires the careful attention of the farmer. The elements In the soil the plant feeds upon are potash, phosphoric acid and nitrogen. The soil Is rich when the plant can get these elements in sufficient quantity, therefore every crop raised draws largely from these elements, and must be replaced by natural or artificial fertilizers for profitable producing purposes. But various crops draw upon these elements in different proportions, and one element may be exhausted while the others remain, hut in less quantity. To determine how much a resort to experiments is necessary the farmer must get a chemical analysis of the various food plants raised upon the farm in which case he can determine how much of each element has been taken from the soil and thus replace them with but little difficulty. Experiments are necessary, however, to determine whether the soil does not contain these elements In the right proportion, yet in an Insoluble condition BO that the plant roots can not feed upon them, it is often the case that different parts-of a farm are In this condition and are condemned as poor and worthless, when, in fact, they are rich In plant food, only the plant elements are so combined with other elements that the plant cannot appropriate them as food. When such conditions exist the soil can be made productive in various ways. By good drainage which will allow the air to penetrate the soil and assist to decompose It. Land plaster will liberate the potash. Lime and common salt will Improve the condition of the soil. Rotation of crops has great influence in making the plant food available. Good tillage is another method. Still another is the raising of clover and plow- Ing It under. In conclusion, let me say that my experience in farming BO far, is good drainage, good preparation of the soil, good tillage and a judicious rotation of crops, the raising and plowing under of clover and other leguminous crops, and an intelligent saving and using barn yard manure. This Is far more economical than depending entirely upon commercial fertilizers, which are costly and n,ot entirely satisfactory because of insufficient knowledge and experience in their application. If we neglect the above we must resort to the fertilizers or fall in producing paying crops. A Cheap Substitute for Paris Green. Objections to Paris Green.—Paris green is a good insecticide, but is somewhat troublesome to use in liquid form as it does not dissolve readily, and needs constant agitation to keep It from settling. If allowed to settle at all the distribution is not uniform, and injury is likely to result to the foliage of some plants, while the insects on other plants escape. Moreover, it Is unduly expensive, whether used dry or In the form of a spray. White arsenic, In a soluble form, costs about one-third as much as Paris green and gives no trouble In the way of settling. How to Prepare the Arsenite of Soda.—Dissolve two pounds of commercial white arsenic and four pounds of carbonate of soda (washing soda) Jn two gallons of water and use one and one-half pints'to a barrel of Bordeaux mixture (60 gallons). The easiest way to make the solution Is to put both the white arsenic and carbonate of soda In a gallon of boiling water and keep boiling about fifteen minutes, or until a clear liquid is formed, and then dilute to two gallons. How Much to Use.—One and one- half pints of this solution to each barrel of Bordeaux mixture is sufficient to use when spraying for potato blight and potato bugs, for apple scab- and apple worms, or for any other purpose Where a combination mixture for fungi and insects is required. Merits of the Combination Mixture. —This combination has been fully tested at the Ohio Experiment Station and found to be quite as effective as the Paris green and Bordeaux mixture combination, and for the reasons given above is much to be preferred. This arsenic and soda solution, or arsenlte of soda, Is more safely used in combination with Bordeaux mixture than alone, as when in combination it will not injure the foliage, but alone it Is liable to burn the leaves. The same objection holds good, hpwever, with reference to Paris greep and Lonflop purple. It is better, however* j ft most every case, to use tb<e tip» mixture J>reaen,t and. ualCfig they $rg fee; is but mne Ing insects.— Bulletin Ohio Experiment Station. In Cheap ilortt*. A Government report says: It has been claimed that breed influences the character and distribution of glanders, but this is probably indirectly. Some say that lymphatic draft-horses sufie? more severely, but In central Illinois, much devoted to breeding high-class, heavy-draft stock, the disease appeared far less, and of milder type, in then) than in other breeds. It appeared to be especially the disease of the poof man's horse. The better classes bwn- ed the more valuable draft stock, and if one were ailing, the nature of the malady was learned by employing a veterinarian, and proper action taken, or the diseased animal was sold or bartered at a low figure to the poorer neighbor, and the disease, with the aid of unsanitary surroundings, communicated to his Inferior animals. . Today we find glanders most prevalent In those sections of our country where it runs the mildest course, shows the greatest tendency to recover, and is the least contagious. In such localities, at present, we find the most and the cheapest horses. The mild cases are difficult of diagnosis, and stock-owners cannot be cor.vinced of the char- actcr of the disease. In the Rocky Mountain region the vast herds of wild horses cannot be satisfactorily inspected, and the mallein test in these is out of the question, so that the mildly-diseased animals cannot be detected. Owners have been taught to believe that glanders is uniformly and rapidly fatal, hence take no alarm from a feeble nasal discharge, which disappears at some seasons of the year, the animal continuing In good general health and performing good labor year after year. Many owners are, in their own mind, competent Judges of the matter, and relate how much they saw of It during the war, but are not aware that they only saw acute cases, and failed to note the mild cases, which, taken from the army and sold, scattered seed, the fruit of which we are still harvesting. Unbcock Test lu Chooao Factories. To the Farmers' Review: A cheese factory patron writes as follows: "Da strippers that test 5;6 give more cheese stuff than milk that tests 3.6. Our factory sells cheese price and pays fat price. They pay $1.35 for milk that tests 5.6 and 82 cents for milk that tests 3.6:" From these figures it cap, be shown that very nearly tho same price per pound of butter fat was paid for the 5.6 per cent fat or strippers milk as for that which tests 3.6 per cent fat. If $1.85 was paid for 100 pounds of milk testing 5.6 per cent fat then 1 pound of this fat was worth $1.35 divided by 5.6 which is 22 1-3 cents and 100 pounds of 3.6 per cent milk at 82 cents figured in the same way gives 22 4-5 cents as the value of one pound of fat. Approximately the same price for one pound of fat was paid in each case but the richer milk contained 2 per cent more fat In every 100 pounds than 82 cent milk and was consequently worth 53 cents per hundred pounds more to the factory. It has been found that in average summer conditions, 1 pound of fat will make about 2.7 pounds of uncured cheese, or 2.6 pounds of cured cheese; an application of these figures to these two cases shows that the 5.6 per cent milk would make, per 100 pounds, about 14.5 pounds of cured cheese, while the same amount of 3.6 per cent milk would give only 9.3 pounds. Rich milk makes more and a better quality of cheese than thin milk and it is a good plan for all cheese factories to sell at cheese prices and pay the patrons the same price per pound of fat as shown by the Babcock test. E. II. FARRINGTON. Wisconsin Dairy School, Madison Wls. Porciuilila. A bed of Perennials can bo arranged to furnish flowers constantly for many months, says E. B. Walton in How to Grow Flowers. Snowdrops, Crocus and Scillas are often in bloom surrounded with snow. Then come Hyacinths, Tulips, Narcissus, Dieletra, Iris, Columbines, Sweet Williams, Pinks, Lychnis, Achilleas, Astilbe-Japonicas. Tiger, Japan and Day Lilies, Platycodons, He- lianthus-Multiflora, Perennial-Larkspur, Phlox, Perennial-Coreopsis.Mont- bretia, Perennial-Gaillardia, Anemone- Japonica, Plumbago-Larpentae, all hardy and desirable. There is so much enjoyment in watching Perennials, from the first tiny green points pushing through the brown earth, to their perfect flowering, Most of these Perennials can be raised from seed. If started early, in cold frames, some of them will blossom the first summer. Neighbors combining can send for different varieties and exchange year-old plants. A postal- card sent to any florist advertising in How to Grow Flowers will bring a catalogue, from which plants and seeds, can be selected, and a postofHce money order will bring them by mail, postpaid. Caring for flowers gives the outdoor exercise necessary for good health. Buy a few new varieties every year and results will be as gratifying as our own personal care of one city lot for forty-one years has been. A query, "Grandma, are there any flowers that you have not got?" revealed a child's appreciation of the number collected. Cheap Food for Cheap Milk.— At the New York State Dairymen's Convention Prof. I. P. Roberts made an address on "Forage and Fertility." His point was that milk could not be made economically oa hay, either clover or mixed with other grasses. He advocated the use of corn and the silo. held that it is foil feptiii^ere to thej-e " FREE TO MILLIONS A f*i&ftbi« llttld ftoott Sent ffrte *o* the Ashlnp. Medical books are not always intef-> estlng reading, especially to people en* Joying good health^ but as a matter of fact scarcely one person In ten Is perfectly healthy, and even With such, sooner of later sickness must come. It Is also & well established tfutfe that nine-tenths of all diseases originate with a breaking down of the digestion, a weak stomach weakens and impoverishes the system, making It easy for disease to galii a foothold. 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It describes the symptoms of Acid Dyspepsia, Nervous Dyspepsia, Slow Dyspepsia, Amylaceous Dyspepsia, Catarrh of Stomach and all affections of the digestive organs In plain language easily understood, and the cause removed. It gives valuable suggestions as to diet, and contains a table giving length of time required to digest various articles of food, something every person with weak digestion should know. No price Is asked, but simply send your name and address plainly written on postal card to the F. A. Stuart Co., 151 Main St., Marshall, Mich., request- Ing a little book on Stomach Diseases and It will be sent promptly by return mail. Many of the houses in Manila have the windows constructed of translucent oyster sheila instead of glass. Plso's Curo for Consumption is our only mcdioiuo for coughs and colds.—Mrs. C. Boltz, 439 8th Ave., Denver, Col., Nov. 8,'95. ^ Plaid stockings bear the mark of more than one kind of check and are on the wane. 810O Reward, ffilOO. 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S15.00 Per Week, We will pay a salary of $15 per week and expenses for man with Rig to introduce Perfection Poultry Mixture and Insect Destroyer in tho country. Address with stamp. Perfection Mfg. Co., Parsous, Kansas. After all, the wretched clerk upon whom we pour our wrath when things] "promised" fail, is rarely the person' at fault. , Am delighted with DR. BETH ARNOLD'S COUGH' KILLER; It cures every time. Rev. J.8. CorulBh, Wnynesvllle.Ill. 25c. a bottle. A teacher in a primary school recently read to her pupils "The Old Oaken Bucket." After explaining it to them very carefully, she asked them to copy the first stanza from the" blackboard and try to illustrate" it by draw- Ings, as the artist illustrates a story. Pretty soon one little girl handed la fcer.book with several little dots between two lines, a circle, half a dozen dots, and three buckets. "I do not un-< detstand this, Bessie," said the teacher; "what is the circle?" "Oh, that's the well," was the reply, "And why do you have three buckets?" "Oh, one is the oaken bucket, one la the iron- *<jund bucket, and the other is the bucket that hung in the well," "But what axe the little dots?" "Why, those are the spots which my infancy knew." Frederick the Great once requested his generals to submit to him plans of campaign for a suppositions case. Hans Joachim von JSiethen, the famous cavalry general, produced a queer diagram in black Ink. It represented a big blot In the center, intersected by two black lines, whose four terminals ended each in a smaller blot. The king •was furious, and upbraided his old comrade in arms bitterly for what he 1 considered disrespect. la explanation You. glftftp fftifl: "Why, your majes- center—•

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