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Algona, Iowa
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. JUKJ. is, . swftot and tender Uttlo poorti for thl ftaMiery fs by "Surtac6A6ft" (Aioaitnaer An- dff.iort) in "CrtntMntWi'ary Scottish Verso." It U very popular in Scotland. J bairntel cuddle doon at nieht , Wi' mticUlef aught un "din: "Oh tfy ftnd sleep, yo Wfiukrife ro*uoi, You* father''} cotnin in " They never heod a word I apeak; I try to trie a froon, jBut aye I hap thurh up an' cry, "O bairnie.i, cuddle doori'." ' Wee Jamie «i' the curly heiit— He aye sleeps next the wa', Bangs up an' cries. "I want apieco"-^ . The rascal starts them a'. I rin and fetch them pieces, drinks They stop a«ree the soun', Then draw the blankets up an' cry, "Noo, weantes, cuddle dooa". JJtit ere flvo fntnutes eans?, woo Rab Crie* oUt friie neath the claes, ''Mithef, mak Tain «ie ower at onco, He's kittltn' wi' hid taos." The mischief's in that Tarn fof tricks, He'd bother halt the toon: But aye I hap them up ;vn' cry, "O bairnles, cuddle doon!" At length they hear their father's flt, An' as he seolts the door, They turn their faces to the wa', While Tain pretends to snore "Hao a the weans been Kudo?" he askfl, As he pits tit! his slioon: "The balrniea. Johti. are in their beds, An' latig since cuddled doon. " An' just afore we bed oor.sel'a We look at our wee lambs. Tarn has h'fs airm i-otin' woa Kab's nook, And Kab his alrm round Tarn's. 1 lift weo Jamie up the bed, An' as Isu-.iilc each croon, , I whisper, til! mv heart Illls up, "O bairiies, cuddlo doon:" ' The bairiics cudrllc doon tit.nlcht \VT inirtli that's dear to mo But soon the bis warl's cark an' (Jaro Will quaten doon their «l«o Vet como what will to, Ilka anu, May He who rules iibobn Ayo whisper, thou«h tlieir pows bo bi, "O bulrncs, cuddle doon!" Jennie Harlowe, UY W. CI.ARK CH A P'J? EK I i—Com-1 N t; ED. •'You.must rest," said I; "you are l:i good hands here. You will be conveyed safely to your friends. Your sufferings have been terrible, -we cannot doubt, but all is well with you now." My voico .was broken by my syni- path^ for the poor, sweet creature. 'She looked at me/with a smile of plaintive, most winning gentleness,, and extended her hand, which I took. "She seoms content to make a friend of you, Mr. Furlons-." said Captain Christian. "Sit with her, will ye, sir, whilst Tom"—meaning his servant—"puts a mattress and blanket into the bunk in the cabin alongside yours." She \yas,as my shadow in willingness to m'ove as I moved. She returned with me to the locker and would nob let me take my .hand from hers. This action marked a species of intelligent which was irreconcilable with her babble. She talked to me with thw incoherence of one who speaks in a dream. She began a story and 1 bent my ear eagerly, but ttere was not ' a sentence of meaning in what she said. Meanwhile she continued to hold my hand whilst she drew the fingers of the tl other down her hair or pressed her " eyelids as though to conquer some • •internal struggle. I caught her looking yearningly at the swinging tray, and interpreted her eyes and asked Captain Christian to give her some sherry and water. It was what she wanted, and she'swal- lowed the 1 contents of the glass with a sort of frenzy, but she was manifestly incapable of giving expression to her desires. The cabin was soon prepared and I conducted her to it. There was .no light in the berth, but tha.'cabin lamp yielded illumination enough to enable one to see very clearly. There were two bunks, one above - the other, aud it was the lower one that had been prepared for her, I lingered a minute, on the threshold, fearing that she might be at a loss, 'and somewhat embarrassed, and a little touched too,' by' her eager, clinging hold of my hand. I pointed to the bunlc and begged her to lie down, and to my groat relief on a suddon she understood,, and wrapping her gown about her, extended her form with her face to the wall of tho ship and lay motionless, Iho scuttle was closed and tho room was hot, so that what she rested in was covering for her , in abundance, though before leaving her I lightly drew the blanket'over her bare feet, and paused another moment to listen with satisfaction to her regular respiration. > i then closed the door and returned to the, captain, who sat at the cabin table pulling at bis great pipe, with a face full of puzzlement, with the tall mate standing - CHAPTKK J3L' i'«»{t • seems strange," Captain Christian''g^uid, Hfchftt there should have b!gen. but a, (single dead body in <9tt»p'aBy 'VVitti .Ije^". WJien the ship had,,si»Qyg(J'«ff vSl^r'e m,\jst have been other BaiVqys jtboiipd,, 'paw.happened if then that & (IsUeftte 'yoRng >vgm,an should ba.YQ^weatiUavpa,,^ 'n U ujb e p pf brawny BejHQUgbed 'Japk>?!'. r , -, . M»t\Ung \.hyofee .jn'i more'fl it wo«$ •fa.k.g to kftl Qjf for , sailor?,"- ', '• ." '" ' " - •- r " "Wghfe" fgr P way know, tli^t ' 'fgfrK itt jMay«bi'#»k«'«94 ttoHpte, $ '.W&S.L. j^M^yyp*- ehtefe'd and found her Sitting in her bunk with her feet on the deck seemingly cdubting her fingers. She instantly smiled oh seeing me and extended her hand. 1 no doctor, but I could tell the difference between a febrile and composed pulse and 6n pressing her wrist I found her heart bea'tifig a little swiftly, but with regularity. It was impossible to know whether she had slept; or, it she had obtained rest, to guess whether it had bettefited her or not. Her eyes shown bright with the sparkle of madness and the swift manifold changes in the expression of her face conveyed her condition with startling emphasis. I sent the captain^ servant for some warm water, and fetched from mv own cabin such toilet conveniences as she might require. I then bathed her feet, which I clothed in a pair of slippers of my own ( and gave her a comb and brush, believing, she would adjust her own hair, but she merely looked at' them without attempting to apply them. On this I got her on to a little locker near the door and brushed her hair and coiled the glowing heap of .it away under the comb as best I could. It was vory lovely silken hair sofc as swan^ down to the touch. In other ways I sought to infuse a sense of comfort and refreshment in her, and I noticed that I never moved away from her but what she followed me eagdrly with her burning eyes, and that our gaze never met but that a smile of sweetness and beauty, with a sort of dim intelligenee in it too, lighted up her pallicl/; liollow face. Sho would occasionally, speak jto me. Her remarks were without leaning or .relevancy.' I answered them, nevertheless, to huriior her, and when I had made, an end of her toilet, such as it Was, I bogged her to lie down, motioning to the bunk, and saying that she would bo better presently, that she had come through a, frightful time of privation and mental anguish, that she must go on resting and being nursed until her strength returned to her, and the like; but she understood nothing .ot all this saving my gestures, which she obeyed with a tender and pathetic alacrity, laying horself down and regarding me with a singular kind of wistfulness as though she would ask for my approval. I fetched ; some breakfast with my own hands from the cabin table. She drank feverishly of the tea, but I had some trouble to persuade her to eat. I then bade her lie still and take thorough rest, and asked if sho understood me. She closed her eyes, as a child might do, as though it was the best possible sign she could give me, and then I shut the door upon her and joined the captain at the breakfast table, impressed and rendered hopeful for the poor girl by the sudden, infantile gleam, so to speak, of rationality. Mr. Marling and the skipper were at the table, and all our talk was about the stranger. I told them what I had done, howl had washed her feet, ;br'ushed her hair, and so .forth, and the captain, smothering a laugh that i-ose pui'ple to his facti, told me to mind my eye, for there were the makings of a handsome woman in her, and he fancied, he could not satisfy himself that I was noi of a highly romantic turn of mind. "Pooh," said I, flushing up, "it's hard that a man should not be able to minister to a poor helpless woman in distress without standing to lose his heart." "She's got a fine eye," said Mr. Marling; "it seems to enter a ma^s face ana come out the back of his head; and I tell ye what, Mr. Furlong, you may bet all you're likely to die worth, that the like of her hair isn't to be matched in a week's walk, starting from London town and heading as you list. " •'How about dressing her, captain?" said J, "Lot her get well first," he answered. "Supposing she dies?" < "What's her clothes now?" said Mr. Marling. "A dressing gown," said J, "hastily slipped over a little undeHinen." ••Let her get well, and" wo'll manage," exclaimed the captain. "We'lJ rig her out in the ship's number, The answering pennant 'U do for a scarf, and if she looks handsome in u 'dressing-gown, how will she show, think ye, in the glorification of many colored bunting?" Most of my time was devoted to the girl wb<? was as yet namejesa amongst ys. The abwg^ from the fj'iaajling atraospbRJ'e of the stagnant parallels to- the fresh, and pouring sweetness of the southeast trade gale be] pod -'be! 1 , as I wag &bje to see. Sb$ was top weal? to leave bop cftbin, but the little r.oom ww fllled with the SVV§QP of tb<*' wind through the open Battle to , to « hwb h«H ( bosom as Ibpwgh to &n e^oWon, of 'yelj she continued, "eyes > a,n4 and from flo other hand tfquld take drink of food. 1 asked the captain's servant once to carry hefr dinner in to her, and when I looked in upon her an hour later, I fduftd she had not taken a bite or sup; yet on my putting the plate upon hef knee she eat at once. Maybe it Wft9 my real sympathy with her that had penetrated to her woman's heari through the shell, so to speak, <3f her madness. Captain Chrlstiaft sometimes looked in upon hot 4 , but after taking a peep at him she Would turn her face . to the ship's wall and sing to herself, as if vexed* "Well, well," he would say, laUgh* ing, "take my word for it. Mr. Furlong, she's not so daft as you think her. Sho's quick to signal an Ugly face and to show ner feelings. Now if she had clean lost her mind how would she seo that my nose was broke, or for the matter of that know tho difference 'twixt you afld mo?" Well, it was two days past a fort* night since we had first fallen iu with hor. I had smoked out my pipe under the lee of the Weather bulwarks, swinging in a coil of gear from a belaying pin, whilst I chatted with the second mate, inside of whose eheep-facecl head there . Was crowded a deal of marine matter that gatheiol a true oceanic flavor from his hoavse delivery of it and from a plentiful use of seafaring tovnis. The wet in the wind put an edge of cold into it, and I stepped below mainly to see how my patient did. It was seldom iny practice to knock, % simply because sho never gave any answer to that soi't of inquiry. I turned tho handle softly and found hor sitting up in her bunk with her hands clasped, and her feet on tho deck, and an extraordinary expression of puzzlement and astonishment on hoi- face. The instant I got sight of her eyes I knew that hoi- mind had returned to her. The feverish light was gone; there was ti new intelligence, but filled with dismay and amazement, in her regard. No unmeaning smile made her face pitiful to the encounter of our gaze. She said in a sort of breathless way, '-'Where am I?" "Ha!" cried I, "you shall learn all presently. Thank God the ugliest feature of your illness has vanished." "Do not I know you?" she exclaimed, looking at me earnestly. ••You seem like one that I have dreamed of, that J have met again and again in dreams." She pressed her hand to her forehead, still staving at me. Her manner was full of agitation though her voice was p3culiarly sweet and gentle. I saw her run her glance over her dress, then at her feet, and then lift her hands to look at them. Her astonishment was really a kind fof terror in her, and I judged it would be wise in me to relate her story to hor since she had now her senses and might gather something sooth- ng in perceiving how matter-of-fact after all was the incident of our falling in with he"',, and. .taking her on, board. There was little*:enough to relate, and I had soohjnade an end. • She listened to" me with a surprising look of bewilderment, her eyebrows lifted, her lips parted, her. hands as restless as if she were in: physical pain. "That's the story," said I; "your sufferings occasioned a little eclipse of the mind, but you are now well again and will be better and stronger yet after a bit." "You found me in an open boat with a dead sailor?" she inquired, breathing with an almost hysterical swiftness; "how was that? Where did I come from? Who put me in the boat?" •«Do not you remember?" "I lemernber nothing," she cried. '; [TO BE CONTINUED.] ABOUND ME CAMfFIRE, A Dose of Blood, "Let me have three ounces of that bottle4 blood, quick!" bids fair yet to become a not uncommon order in the corner drug store. Accordinfi to a Philadelphia physician, startling progress has been made in blood heal- £ng ov beroatherapy. "Blood is not only life," be declares, "but lives itself independently, Jt is a highly organised, Jiving tissue, simply in the transition state. It can be made to live indefinitely in perfect condition, and can be returned into any tissue by any opening at any time, when it will instantly resume its full creative activity, Jt can even be swallowed, when the patient, suffering from drainage of blood or hem. orrbages, can take oo other drjnk, t Peath from blood starvation, will one day be. ej?qee<2}ng}y rare., indeed, and tb e §o coined, up, vital corpuscles win,be, used not only foi f '"imminently dapger'Quj, but foi» jntvaetaple, !jn« geriog, eases," ' MEMORIES OP tHE WAM OPTHE REBELLION. the Drnm—tvhat A Nfit* Yftt-ker Salt »t Knppalirtnnock Station— JInnglnR: Dft- »crtei-s— I'at's Rfecorrt—Ito-* JfftHe 3fath- las Made time at Gettysburg, fto* th6f DIft It. I have waited in vain for several years for some of the comrades to Speak of the battle of Rap'pahannock station. I think, perhaps* I may be able to stir some of thein up. In November, 18ii3, our corps, the Sixth, lay in camp near Warrenton, Va., if memory serves me right. At daylight the morning of the 7th we broke camp, .and started, destination unknown; for, as usual, the private soldier had not been consulted. We marched about ten miles, arriving on what was to be the battlefield between 12 and 1 o'clock. A staff officer rode up an:l asked the colonel, "What regiment is this?" The answer was, "The 133d N. Y." "The general desires me to say that you shall put three companies, under charge of a trusty officer, on skirmish* line three paces apart." Still we were unconscious of what was coining, as we could sec a line out in fi'ont of us, and of course thought we were to relieve them. We did not discover our mistake until after we had advanced half the distance that lay between \is. Then we saw the general and staff ride up on a knoll and the stars and bars, and knew for a certainty . that we were "in it." This was one sfcf- the most hotly-contested skirmishes that I was ever in in my three years of service. When we were within ,700 j'ards of these earthworks they were in thein, and then the fun for them, but death for us, began. Two thousand rcbs popped away at their leisure over their intrenchments at us, and we had 100 yards to go before the shelter of an old road could be reached. We finally got to the road. Our ammunition was exhausted. Some one said, "Boys, here comes the relief," which consisted of ttie 121st New York, 119th Penusy Ivania, 5th Wisconsin and Oth Maine. This was as the shadows of night were spreading- tlieir mantle. When the boys reached the road over it they went, and for the works. Soon the top of the rebel works were one sheet of flame. The fire was returned, and over the works went the line of blue. Pistol-shots, clubbed musket blows, and cursing, swearing and cheering- for a' brief period, and all was quiet. The result was 1,000 prisoners, 2,000 stand s-of-arms and four pieces of artillery for us. I saw thirty-one of the Gth Maine buried in one grave inside the works next morning. I understood at the same time that our force consisted of 1,500 men. r One more little incident and I am done. My tent-mate stepped over 'into the works and exchanged his rusty Enfield for a bright Springfield. I started for a like swap, and soon found myself lying cross ways of three dead rebels. I did not hold them down long or stop to trade guns.—National Tribune. Hanging Deserters. A tragic incident of Scott's campaign in Mexico was recently told by General McKinstry, a veteran of that war, to a writer of the St. Louis Post- Dispatch. The occurrence, as thus graphically related, has been glossed over or omitted as of no importance by the historians of that glorious march. : "At the battle of Churubusco," said the general, "we captured a lai'ge number of deserters from our service, >\yho were duly tried by court-martial and sentenced to execution by hanging. , "The execution of one batch of these miserable creatures by General was somewhat tragical. In a near the convent of Churubusco stood trees with crotched tops, along which poles were extended, on which hjdes were dried by the Mexicans. On these ridge poles some sixty or seventy deserters were executed by hanging. Harney, acting as provost niarshal, had charge of the execution. Jfqv this purpose an adequate number of six'mule government teams were Driven and'stationed under the ridge •poles alternately; so that the leads of one team stood next to the tails pf 'that adjoining it, The tail boards of £b.e wagons -were turned up, and OR ^a-ch was placed a prisoner) with a i?Qpe around his neck fastened ta the poles, All this was dpue and necessa/y pvapayatioris for cxecu-' rnad.e w}tM» sight of 'the caiftle t which at rtiat moment assaulted by owr forces. operation? 9t th§ troops as they the broken acclivity towarA height^ ca rryjng redoubts, and, ovep yp,ok,s. ghasm^ and, ijfvines w^vtl^-hottest five of muslj.etvy, were in, t uJJ, .'the con^enwe^. AU yvepe. en. thoJi' §ca$pjd§ of the #iw''\va£QB&) fcattle were left suspended by Hie nec their legs dangling in the air." Got In Jt Our drummer boy of Compaftjl' fit, 40th Ind. Vols., was a g(Sod o*e, writes C. J. Simpson of Sparta, Mo., to the American Tribune, la every case of battle he would throw away his drum, hunt up a gun, fall in ranks with the company and sail in. In a Louisiana battle he was fighting from behind a tree when a big Johnnie covered him and demanded: "Surrender, you little devil," which he did, and was taken to the prison at Alexander, where he was kept for some months. As he was small, even for his age* he was granted some privileges, one being to go out under guard to chop wood. On such an occasion a Jolmnie noticed tiiat he could not chop very well and concluded to teach him, so he laid his gun down and went to work, while the little drummer boy picfcd up tire gun and stood guard. Tlie 'lommand- ing officers chanced to be passing by and saw this performance. The couv manclersaid: "Good God! Look at that little Yank guarding the guard," and rode off laughing. When the boy was finally exchanged he I. ad uo coat or pants and only part of a shirt. He came in our lines With a piece of blanket with a hole in- the middle. around him, with his head sticking out of the hole. I would like to hear of him. He enlisted from Lafayette under the name of Jazries Hunter, but his real name was Edward True. Tin) until in. This regiment was composed of four companies from Piatt and six from Da Witt counties, and was organized at Springfield, 111., during September, 1802, to serve three years. It was mustered out of the service June 30, 13G;">, in accordance with orders from the war department. It left the state September 30, 1803, under command of Colonel Thomas Suell, who continued in charge until December 13, 18(53, .when he resigned. He was succeeded by Colonel Joseph J. Kelly, who also resigned, Colonel Francis IT. Lowry, the next colonel of the regiment, died of wounds received at the battle ot Franklin, Tenn., January 1. 1305. Thomas J. Milholland, lieiitenant-colonel, was in command of the organization when it was mustered out. Upon tlie organization of the Twenty-Third corps, in 1803 the 107th was assigned to that command. It participated in the battles of Resaca, Kenesaw Mountain, and the fighting around Atlanta, besides many other engagements. The number of deaths while in tlie sez-vice was 153, of whom thirty were killed in battle or died of wounds received in action, and the remainder of diseases anil other causes. • Ho Did Not Walk. Jabe Mathias, of the 13th Georgia, was a good soldier, but one day when the confederates wero retreating 'from the gory field of Gettysburg- Jabe threw his musket on the ground, seated himself by the roadside and exclaimed with much vehemence: "I'll be clashed, if. I walk another step! I'm broke down! I can't do it!" And Jabe was the picture of despair. "Get up, man," exclaimed the captain, "don't you know the Yankees are following us? They'll git you sure!" "Can't help it," said Jabe, "I'm" done for. I'll not walk another step!" The Confederates passed along over the. crest of the hill, and lost sight of poor, dejected Jabe. In a moment there was a fresh rattle of musketry and a renewed crash of shells. Suddenly Jabe appeared on the crest of the hill moving like a Imrricane and f ollowe d by a cloud of dust. As he das hed past his captain that officer yelled: ' "Hello! Jabe; thought you wasn't going to walk any more," 1 'Thunder J" replied Jabe, as he hit the ground with renewed vigor, "you don't call this walking, do you?" The Drum, Rataplan! Rataplan I In t lie forefront ot the van "Tis a little beardless drummer boy that leads tlie bearded man. See tUe limping veteran Keeping step as best he can To the little beardless drummer toy's com.. imuiding rataplan. Rataplan! How old recollections poise At the be a tin? ot the drujn, Of tl}0 bq^tle's wad fantasia, the and the hum Ot the rifles' rataplan Jn the forefront of the van, Where the drumstleU was a bullet • and parchment was a man I Rataplan! Patrick Mooney was one pf the best an,d bravest soldiers in Genepa.1 Moade's. army, and it is bis delight qf ft winter ov summer night tQ tejl of his 'espevljmpe towards the close p,f the. third day pf Qettysb,u,rg, "Faith,, J hftd b.een, peg-gin.' away at the rebj Jong, a,-}aadln' an' a»8rin' an' up Quin the gjnerajl halted bis horse aji< MQQ&, fur a, while, an' finally ' an' shouts;: ! gq t9 the reaji'i for wau <iayf ; «'^ 9<«*J- ^olil to tlift ttlittl* l.ic CltT ttof tff- ttift 9ftifi*t ftoy. The "smart" city boy has tronderfui stories to tell to his cotiiittf 1 cousin when he goes to the farm fof it ftart of the surnmef. The city may not be a good place for him to etay la thf wafm weather, but it is a feood place to brag about. City Boy. got catfgut» however, when he had pumped Country 1 Svy full of yarns about marvelous things in the metropolis. "Well. 1 know," said Country tiof with nn nngelic look on his freckled face, "but my uncle over to Cfosis Roads beats 'em all. He's got twenty hires of bees and he's got a name fo? every bee." City Boy jeered, but Country Sof seeing a chance to get a big story to tell in the city, was convinced. "Well," lie said, "tell me some of the r.amw. What does he call some of them?" "Bees," said Country Boy, his face as expressionless as a freckled' flout* sack, "just bees, tte calls 'em all bees."—New York Tribune. '..: ;•*$ 1 Finding n It lay for a long time on the edge of the little brook, deep in tlie forest, sparkling like a tiny flame in the sunlight, and growing still in the dusk like the bright eye of some fairy hidden in the crass. One day, when a very bright sunbeam danced to and fro across It, the tortoise stopped to look curiously at it. He was a slow fellow at his best, and lingered so long that Bunny stopped, too, to see what It could be; and the squirrel from the fencerail gave up scolding at the crows to ask them what was to be seen. The crows themselves are famous for chatting, so in, Iffss time than I can tell Jt, they had< spread the news to all the forest creatures. "It's not good to eat," said the tortoise, "for I tasted it, and it's hard and cold." "You cannot bite it, anyhow," said Bunny. "I would much rather have a. carrot." "If it were a nut It -would have a shell," said the squirrel; "but I see it in not that." "It might be a new Idnd of corn," said the crow, and one of them flew down to pick at it. "Pshaw!" said he, "it is harder than a stone, and nothing like a kernal of corn; we can do nothing with it!" "It is certainly very pretty," said the robin; "but I could not make a nest of it, and I for one would much rather have a cherry." "Perhaps the owl can tell us what it is," meekly suggested the mole; "I found it under the soil, when I was digging out my burrow." So the squirrel was sent to wake the- owl, who sat dozing in his home in the hollow tree, says St. Nicholas. Down he came, stumbling, blinking sleepily and yawning. "Here is something," said Bunny. "Yellow!" puts in the crows all to r gether, "Hard," said the tortoise. "Very bright and shiny," said .the squir-,^ rel. "And no use to any one of us,'""' said -the mole. "What is it?" "Don't all talk at once," yawned the owl. "What a stupid set you are! I know what it is; gold!" Just then a footstep rustled the dry leaves, and all the forest folk scampered away to 'hide. Peeping out they saw a man walking slowly along the , brook. Just then his eye fell on the-,, glittering little ball; and crying out for * joy he seized it eagerly, turned It over and over in the sunlight, and after hiding it carefully in his breast, hurried' away. "Well, I never!" chattered the squirrel, running from his hiding place in the oak tree. He seemed to know what to do with it!" , , All of the crows fluttered away to tell" i of the strange treasure found by th«r . brook. > "The owl is a wonderful fellow!" : said the mole. "He seems to see every, 1 ,., thing. I suppose it is because his eyes >;$ are so big. But I wish I had thought",~ to ask him what it was good for!" '' A Plain Pact, The teacher in georgraphy was ting the class through a few tests. "On which side of the earth is North Pole?" she inquired. "On the north side," came the mous answer, "On which side is the South "On the south side," "Now, on which side are tbe moitl pepople?" . * -A.A This, was a poser, an$ BO,bQuy 4 • »»»*> swered, finally, a very young held up his bawd, > , , • • "I know," be- saidi hesitatingly,-j the excess of bis' knowledge, was. much for him,. ' *,' ;'•< V7? "Good fop you," said thp teaQ$ep/,'p| wbicb sitje tbe roost pw>9te"wti£ "Oft the outside," pipe4 tbe 'Y8 •an • i . ..! .' : f<'. whatever" answer'the x - ' series, fop tjie ' -ta ||i ths

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