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My Luck in a Tunnel.
lam an old miner. Not one of the
nowaday stripe, but on old forty-nine
Califorman miner. I have been engag
ed in all description of raining tr.tnsac
tions, except the new-fangled one of
raining stock in companies --"feet," I
believe they call it. Among my varied
undertakings waa one operation in a
tunnel, in which I and my partners en
gaged in the summer of 1852.
One afternoon in that year, as I was
carrying up a bucket of water from .the
river to our tent at the top of th&imnk,
my foot caught under a large stone,
and my perpendicular was at once
changed to a horizontal posture, while
Die water from the overturned bucket
spread Itself in various directions.
I raised myself to my feet again, and
picking up the bucket was about to re
trace my steps to the river, when my at
tention was attracted by a folded paper,
which liad-been placed under the stone
caus ng my fall. When my foot Dip
ped, the stone was overturned, and the
paper folded in letter form, lay exposed
to view. Bending over, I picked it up,
and proceeded to examine it. I was writ
ten with pencil, in characters verv ir
regularly and stiffly formed, as if made
by a person with a wounded hand. The
contents were as follows :
If this letter should fall into the
hands of any person, I wish to inform
thera that I have been attacked and
mortally wounded by my two partners
who wish to obtain my mauey. Fail
ing to discover it, after wounding me,
they have fled, leaving me hereto die.
Whoever gets this letter will And, bur*
ied in a ravine at the foot of a 'blazed'
tree, twenty five paces due north of this
a bag containing five thousand dollars
in gold dust. That it may prove more
fortunate property to bim than it has
"to me, is the hope of—
I stood for some minutes after read
ing the letter like one awakened from
a dream. I could not convince myself
that the letter in my hand was a genu
ine docnment,and read it over and over
again, thinking I might get some clue
from the handwriting to the real au
thor. It might be a trick got up by my
partners to raise a laugh at my expense.
No, the place where it was found, and
the purely accidental discovery, render
ed such a surmise very improbable. I
sat down on a log and turned the mat
ter over in my mind for some time.
At last I got up, and pacing off the re
quired distance in the direction men •
tioned in the letter, I came to a large
tree. Carefully examining it,l discov
ered a scar clearly indicating that the
tree bad been "blazed" at some remote
period. This was "confirmation strong
as proof of Holy Writ and I imme
diately went to work to discover the
locality of the ravine. Here I was at
fault. Nothing of the kind was to be
seen. To all appearances a stream of
water never had passed in trie neigh
borhood of the tree. This was not en
couraging ; and I sat down on the
ground and read the letter again, to see
if I had not mistaken some of its di
rections. No, I was in the right place,
bat where was the ravine ?
A tap on the shoulder aroused me
from my meditation, and on looking up
I saw my two partners, who loudly a
hused me for having neglected the
preparations for their supper. As an
excuse I showed them the letter, and
detailed the manner of finding it. To
my surprise, they were as much excite
ed by its perusal as I had been, and
looked around perseyeringly for the
r avine, but without effect for soma
time. At last Jack Nesbitt, who had
been a miner since '43, said :
"I think there has been a rayine
here, but it has been filled up by the
On close examination we decided
that his suspicion was correct, and af
ter some consultation we determined
that the next morning we would com
Morning came, and we repaired to
the spot with pick and Wovel. Jack
proposed that we should follow the
course of the ravine, which appeared to
run into the body of the hill, rather
than to dig down in any one place.
The result was that in a few days we
had forced quite a cave in the side of
We worked at this tunnel for four
days without finding the bag. On the
fourth day Jack promised that be and
my other partner, Bill Jennings,should
earrv the dirt down to the river, and
wash it, leaving me to dig in the tun
nel. In that way, they thought, we
might at least "make grub," while
searching for the hidden money. I
thought the idea foolish, but as the;
had entered so eagerly into my views
regarding the buried bag of dust, I
made no objection to the plan, and dug
away with redoubled energy. In fact,l
had thought so much about the object
of our search that I had become utterly
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 1885.
regardlesn of anything elst* I had
dreamt of it wliea sleeping, mused on
it when waking, and it laid obtained
complete control of my mind. Day af
ter day we worked—l digging, and my
companions washing ; yet, strange to
say, I did not become discouraged.
They said uothing about the bag of
gold dust, and I asked them nothing a
bout the result of their washing the ex
We had worked about three weeks,
and had formed a tunnel extending a*
boutjlftoen fool iuto the hill, when, on
one afternoon, completely tired out, I
sat down to rest in the cave. 1 had
only intended to sit a little while, but
five minutes had not elapsed before I
was fast asleep. I was awakened by a
crash, and jouod iny feet and legs com
pletely covered by a mass of dirt and
Btone9. The front part ol the tunnel
had fallen in, and I was in a manner
hurried alive. About ten feet of the
tunnel remained firm, and from my ob
servations of its structure prior to the
accident, I was convinced that I had no
reason to apprehend any danger in that
quarter. My partners had carried
dirt enough to the river to keep them
busy for the rest of the day, so I had
nothing to hope from their assistance.
The question that first presented itself
to my mind was. Ilow long can life be
sustained in this confined state ? I had
read a dozen times statistics in relation
to the amount of air consumed hourly
by a human being's lungs, but, like al
most. everybody else, had merely won
dered at the time and then foigot the
How much would I have given then
to have been able to recall them 1 The
next thought was. Ilow can I proceed
to extricate myself V This question
was difiicult of solution. If I went to
work with a shovel and pick to char
away the dirt that had fallen,it was ex
tremely likely that all which I could be
able to remove would be immediately
replaced bv that which would fall from
above. This wa9 pleasant. I racked
my brains to devise some means of lib
erating myself, but with out effect.
Leaning against the wall in utter de
spondency, I was about to throw my
self on trie ground and await my fate,
when I observed quite a current of wa
ter, on a small scale, was making its
way down the side of the cave. At
first I was alarmed, as I thought it
might loosen the earth above, and
bring another mass down on my head.
The next moment the thought struck
me that it might be turned to tny ad
vantage. Why could I not so direct it
that it would wash away sufficient
earth in its progress to the outlet of
the cave to make an opeuing large e
nough to allow me to crawl through it?
If it only succeeded in making aD air
hole, it would enable me to exist till my
parlneis could come to my rescue.
Carefully examining the course of the
water, I succeeded in finding the spot
where it entered the cave, and to my
great joy ascertained that I could easi
ily direct it by cutting a channel out of
the side of my prison to the mass of
earth that blocked up the entrance to
tbi tunnel. The air at this time was
quite hot and stilling, aod I became a
ware that whatever was done must
be done quickly, or I should peiish
for want of oxygeu. After I had
cut a chaunel for the water to flow
towards the entrance, I enlarged the
opening by which the stream entered
the cave, and was delighted to observe
that it flowed with redoubled force.
Taking ray shovel, I forced it through
the moistened earth as far as I was a
ble,and then awaited the further action
of the water. In a few minutes I was
enable to push it still further, till at
last it was out of my reach. Then,
placing my pick-handle against it, I
pushed both as far as I could. With
what eagerness did I watch to see the
first opening made by the water, and I
was soon giatifled by observing that it
flowed in a steady stream in the direc
tion in which I had pushed tiie pick
In a few minutes I discovered a faint
glimmering in the distance, which
might be an opening or the effect of
an excited imagination,l scarcely knew
which. But the doubt sooa resolyed
itself into certainty, and an opening
some five inches in diameter speedily
disclosed itself. Larger and larger the
opening grew ; lump upon lump was
washed away by the stream until the
channel became large enough for me to
place my Lead in and halloa lustily for
assistance. Just as I was drawing my
my head back I caught sight of a buck
skin bag. Hastily seizing it, I found
it was the one we were in search of,
and which, but for the accident, I
would never have found. Wishing to
surprise my companions,! concealed it,
and redoubled my cries. In a few
minutes they came running up the hill
an d soon liberated me from" my un
On openiDg the bag we found about
five thousand dollars worth of gold.
We could never ascertain anything a
about Mr. Forrest, so we divided the
money among us.
A PA I*lol v FOll TUB HOME CI BOLE.
Saved by a Lark.
Patty lived in the country, in a
white house with green blinds. There
was a nice yard, with smooth cut grass
and green trees where the birds would
sit singing on the boughs. Patty had
Rawing, too—one that papa put up—of
good strong rope, that would go up ev
er so high in the branches. Patty was
six years old.
A short distance back from the house
and gardens stood three great barns,
filled with stores of hidden wonders.
But she liked besc to go with mamma
in early spring iuto the woods to gatlr
er tlowers.and search for ferns and soft,
given mosAes ; or in the autumn, to go
into the fields where papa was at work
and make him a little visit.
One morning, in the harvest titne
Patty was alone at the door. Outside
all was bright and sunny. Through
the air came the softened hum of the
distant reapers. Patty thought she
would like to go out aud see papa ; and
so in another moment the little feet
were trottiug across the fields. When
she came into the wheat field she could
see thh men going down the side fol
lowing the reaper, and leaving a shin
ing'row of bundles behind.
Patty tried to catch up, but they
worked very fast; and by-and-by.grow
ing tired, she sat down on a sheaf of
wheat. By her side the uncut grain
wayed in the sunlight. An old beach
tree cast a cool, pleasant shade—it was
very beautiful there.
Suddenly a bird flew out ol the wheat
near by, singing a rich, clear song.
Patty clapped her hands in delight.
"Perhaps there is a nest in there,"
she thought; and "In there" she went,
looking with a pair of bright eyes ea
gerly about. And yes, there it was
surely, a nest and three of the dearest,
sweetest little birdies. Was ihere ever
anything so funny as those downy little
heads with the tiny bills wide open ?
Such a nice place for a nest, too, Patty
thought. It was like being in a golden
forest in there, for the grain was high
above her head. The yellow straw
laugh, too, a waving,murmuring laugh
and tossed its head back and forth, but
never whispered to the of danger
nor even told to the men coming rapid
ly along the story of the little girl hid
den in its midst. The men came on,
the machine leading tfcem, the horses
drawing steadily, and the kniyes cut
ting sharp and sure.
What was it that made the farmer
stop his team all at once ? Did he
know that his little daughter was in
danger ? No, indeed ; he thought she
was safely cared for at home. But he
wasa noble mau.with a large,kind heart
and he had seen a lark fluttering wildly
over the grain. So, as he would not
williugly hurt the least of God's creat
ures, he said to the man : "Here, Tom,
come and hold the team. There is a
nest somewhere near the old tree yon
der. I'll hunt it up, and you can drive
around so as not to hurt the birds."
All, what a cry of surprise papa ut
tered when he found his darliug Patty
sitting there 1 Ilow fast his heart beat
when he thought of the danger she had
been in I And how it thrilled and soft
ened as he caught her up iu his arms,
and covering her face with kisses said,
"It was the bird that saved her 1"
When the first excitement was over
and Patty had been safely carried home
in her father's arms, and the raeu were
going down the field again, leaying a
wide, uncut space arouud the lark's
nest, somebody -it was a great, rough
looking man—said, while the tears glis
tened in his eyes, and his voice grew
husky, "God bless the birds."
What Killed President Harrison.
There's President Harrison, who
died so soon after he got into the
White House. They all say he died
from excitement, nervous prostration,
and all that. But the man who wait
ed on him said he died from too much
dinner. "He had been in the White
House but a few days when he told
the waiter he had brought from Indi
ana to get him what he called a regu
lar old-fashioned North Bend dinner
That was Mr. Harrison's home in In
diana, and his order meant cabbage,
pickled pork, fresh roast pork, peas,
cucumbers, and sweet-potatoes, with
corn-meal fritters for desert. That
was en a day that Mr. Webster had a
long talk with him. Mr. Webster
was in his Cabinet, and he said.* '7/ar
rison, if these office-seekers don't fill
you that dinner will.' Well, sir, he
never saw a well moment after that
dinner. He had indigestion, head
act es, and swimming in his head,and
they say his mind wasn't right till he
died. It might have been something
else, but I believe it was that dinner
that caused his death.'
SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL.
TIT FOR TAT.
11Y ALEX E. SWEET.
'You are not going out to-night a
gain, are you, Henry ?'
'Yt , my dear.'
'And where are you going, if 1 may
'Oh, I am only going-to spend the
evening with a few friends. I will tako
the front door key along, so you will
not need to get up on my account.'.
Mrs. Schmelzer sighed.
'This is the fifth night you haye been
away from home and left mo hero a
lonc,' said Mrs. Schmelzer, bitterly.
'I don't see why people get married at
all if that's the way they do. It I was
only an old maid 1 could at least go to
bed to sleep. I would not lie obliged
to lay awake half the night waiting to
hear you come tumbling up the stairs.
It's really too bad, Ilenr/, too had !'
'Emma, you surprise me,' replied the
young husband, with great dignity.
'lt is about jour own conduct that
you should be surprised. How would
you like to be troubled in such a heart
less manner night after night ?' said
'if I was a married woman,' retorted
Mr. Schmelzer, 'I should think it very
natural that my husband should go
where it pleases him best, and if I was
displeased at anything he did, I would
speak to him in quite a different tone,
for you are not adopting the means to
make homo pleasant for your husband.'
'ls there really any way by which
home can be made pleasant to a hus
'I suppose there is, but I don't think
I have ever prevented you from going
out whenever you felt like it.'
'That is so,but I never stay out until
tliree o'clock iu the morning.'
'Y'ou cau stay out as long as you
please if you have any good reason for
'I wouldn't stay away from homo for
anything in the world. O, Ilenry, you
can't hive any idea of how tedious it is
when you are away.'
'Why don't you read ? If you don't
want to read sew shirts. That's
what my mother used to do when iny
father stayed out at night; but I must
go. Good night,dear,' and off he went.
From that time on, Ilenry heard no
more reproaches about his staying out
so late. He went out almost every
evening. One day he was brought
home in a carriage. He had sprained
his ankle. The it-jury was very severe.
The doctor said ho would be confined
to;the house at least two weeks. At
first ho suffered severe pains, and his
wife did all in her power to relievo his
sufferings. She .put cold applications
to his swollen limb, and al'eviated his
agony by reading to him. lie immedi
ately began to improve. While he no
longer suffered physical pains, he was
obliged to remain in his room, as the
ankle was too weak to bear his weight.
Now was the time for Mrs. Schmelzer
to carry out a little plan she had nur
One evening she appeared in the
room of her husband dressed to go out.
She had a rose in her hair, and had oth
erwise made herself as attractive as ipos
'I am going out, dear Ilenry, to at
tend a little social gathering at my sis
ter's. You need not get up for .me.
Y'ou can go to bed. I'll take the door
key along and let myself in.'
'All right,' responded Ilenry, cheer
fully, griting his teeth as she closed the
door. That's a very nice arrangent.for
a woman to leavejher husband at home
and go cavorting all over the neigh
borhood. What shall I do to amuse my
Fortunately a fresh magazine had a
rived that afternoou so the evening
fleeted without his noting the flight of
Mrs. Schmelzer did not get home un
til very late, bat her husband did not
reproach her. He was too proud for
Next night she was off agaiu, and so
for several consecutive evenings
Schmelzer had to sit up, and he found
it very tedious. At last she went to a
ball. She wass accoinpanid by her
brother. She arrived at home simul
taneously with the milkman. On open
ing the door she saw her husband white
'Madame,' he said, sternly,'you haye
been absent all night.'
'Yes, 'responded Mrs. Schmelzer,cool
ly; 'the ball did not break up until 'the
sma' hours anent the twa.''
Mr.Schmelzer was already very much
exasperated, but springing that old gag
upon him aroused him to a perfect
'Do you know,' he said in a hoarse
voice, smashing the water pitcher to
smithereens, 'that you have been out
prowling around eyerv night tor a week
while I have been confined to the house
'llenry, I am very much surprised at
'Y'ou are surprised, are you ? Do
| you 1 am goiug to stand this
any longer ?'
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
4 lf 1 were a married man,' said Mrs.
Hchmelzer, 'I would think it very nat
ural that my wife should go where sbe
likes it best, If you are disp leased ,y on
should address ine In a different tone.
You should endeavor to make home
pleasant for me.'
'What !' exclaimed Mr. Schmelzcr.
'Make my home agreeable to roe,' re
plied Mih. Sehmel/er, 'and |>erhaps I'll
slay in more than I do.'
'But you didn't have a sprained au
kle,' interposed the astounded husband.
'That is so ; but a woman is tied up
iu the house the whole year around, as
much as you have been for the last
week or so with that sprained ankle.'
'So you are playing for even ?'
'Just so. I hated to do it. It almost
broke my heart to treat you with such
apparent neglect, but I only wanted to
make you appreciate what I had gone
•Emma, come to my arms. Take
care not to sit on that ankle. I was
wrong and I'll own up.'
'This is all 1 want. I will not go out
until you are well.'
'And then when I go out youjshall go
along with me, as is right and proper.'
And he kept his word,—From the
German in Texas Siftings.
Arizona Cliff Dwellers.
A Star reporter encountered at the
depot Deputy Sheriff Johnny Crowley
of Wilcox, Cochise county, who refer
red to a recent pilgrimage he made to
the Ilio Bonito country in pursuit of a
band of cattle thieyes. 11c describes
the country visited as being almost des
titute of inhabitants, portions of which
have never been invaded by white in
truders except, perhaps, by. desperate
men whose crimes have driven tliem to
seek the safety which this terra incog
nita grants. In one of the deep canons
of the Itio Bonito, perched upon one of
its sides, some 70 or more feet from the
riyer Riirface, Mr. Crowley discoveredja
number of deserted habitations of tbe
prehistoric cliff dwellers. From the
bottom of the canon,looking up toward
the cliff houses, a series of steps had
been hewn, or cut, in the precipitous
side of the granite wall by means of
whish the now extinct race were en
abled to make their entry and exit .to
and from their places of abode. The
houses consist of caves excavated in tho
wall, the external openings being large
enough to admit the passage of a man
in a stooping posture. Each house lias
only one room, ranging in size from 10
to 20 feet square. The front of the
dwellings, or that side which looks
down upon the canon, is about one foot
in thickness, and is in all cases pierced
with small orifices, which may haye
been designed for purposes of ventila
tion, or possibly used as portholes
through which the inmates defeud
themselves from attack. As in all prob
ability the builders of these eerie habi
tations were entirely uufamiliar with
the use of the high explosives now iu
vogue the means by which the hercu
lean labor of making less excavations
in a solid granite wall was accomplish
ed becomes a question of much interest.
Tucson Star. ( •
An Old-Fashloned School-Master.
A hundred and fifty years ago,among
the German settlers of Pennsylvania,
there was a remarkable old school-mas
ter, whose name was Christopher Dock.
For three day 3 he taught school at a
little place called Skippack, and then
for the next three days he taught at
Whenever one of his younger schol
ars succeeded in learning his ABC,
the good Chr'stopher Dock required the
father of his pupil to give his son a
penny, and also asked his mother to
cook two eggs for him as a treat in
honor of his diligence. To poor child
ren in a new country these were fine
rewards. At various other points in
his progress,an industrious child iu one
of Dock's schools received a penuy
from his lather and two eggs cooked by
his mother. All this time he was not
counted a member of the school, tut
only as on probation. The day on
which a boy 01* girl began to read . was
the great day. If the pupil had been
diligent in spelling, the master, on the
morning after the first reading day,
would give a ticket carefully written
or illuminated with his own hand.
This read : "Industrious—one penny."
This showed that the scholar was now
really received into the school.
There were no clocks or watches
the children came to school one after
another, taking their places near the
master, who sat writing. They spent
their time reading out of the Testa
ment until all were there. But every
one who succeeded iu reading his verse
without mistake stopped reading, and
came and sat at the writing-table to
write. The poor fellow who remained
last on the bench was called Lazy
Tne fuuniest of Dock's rewards was
which he give to those who made
110 mistake in their lessons. He mark
ed a huge O with chalk on the hand of
the perfect scholar. Fancy what a
time the boys and girls must have had
trying to go home without rubbing out
this 0 1 -St. Nicholas.
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James Taylor was born in the neigh
borhood of JTye Bivcr Mills, Yl, In
1 180-5. He will be 80 years ot age on
Sept. 10, and neyer swore an oath,never
tasted intoxicating liquors,never chew
ed tobacco, but is an inveterate smoker,
lie never rode on a steamboat or rail
way train, and lias not been three miles
fiom home since 1861. He was the
father of live children, three boys and
two girls. Both daughters are dead*
He listened with the profoundest inter*
est to the story of Bogardus and Car
ver, and with a smile he shrugged his
shoulders, saying .*
'Thar, stranger, you're comin' to the
pint now; Why when I was young, 1
and he stopped to think; 'when I was
young, about 20,1 guess, I could out
shoot any man in the valley. We used
to swing an apple on a string, an'
mountin' our horses, gallop like mad
aud fire at it. I could hit it every time.
1 could knock an apple off a post nine
times out'll ten fitty yards away, an' I
could take the bill off a bird in a tree as
clear as a whistle an' neyer disturb a
feather. That's a fact.'
'What do you regard as the most skil
ful shot you eyer made ?' we asked.
'You mean the liest one I ever made ;
yes, an' I might say the happiest 0' my
We nodded in the affirmative.
'Well strangers,' he began, 'l'll tell
you all about it. It was years ago,
though; I was 21 then an' but few peo
ple lived hereabout, an' what did war a
good way apart. Down in t'ther end
of the valley lived John Angleford,who
had a darter, and I loved her like mad,
but, some way or totber, she didn't
kinder want to hitch to me. Abont
three miles awAy lived another mm
who had a son, an' she tuk to that boy.
This made me kind of jealous like, an'
bim an' me used to fight often. But I
didn't give in; I'd made up my mind
to get that gal if I could. One day in
the fall 0' the year—l'll neyer forget
that day—l shouldered "Old FiCfthful"
that's my musket, and went up inter
the mountains to see what kind o' game
was abroad. Well, I reckon I'd been
trudgin' around in the thicket for nigh
on three hours, wi'hput seein' of a
thing, when all of a sudden I heard a
scream that almost froze my blood. I
heard it agin, and I knowed it war a
woman's holier ,- so I jes cocks "Old
Faithful*' an' starts through the bush
es. But afore I got to the opening I
heard horses' hoofs aclankin and aclat"
Lei in oyer the stoues. I hurried right
011 to the openin', an' thar T seed what
it war all about. I seed it. at a glance.
Old Angle ford's Jiorse was a tearing a
long as if the old boy war arter him,an'
thar war, Sary Jane, her face as white
as chalk, a clinging to his back for dear
life,an' right botwix'bor an' the horse's
head, his claws driven into the flesh of
the horses' neck, atryln' to reach the
gal, war the biggest catamount I ever
' 'Your time's come, John,' says I to
myself,'steady now; aim right,an you'll
wi 11 the gal.' Jes 'as that ar horse with
the screaming gal got opposite to me I
blared away for the catamount's head.
I knew it warlif or death to one of
the three on 'em; out I didn't miscalcu
late; I never did. The load went into
that ar catamount's head, an' he rolled
oyer dead on tlia ground; the boss
stumb'fed, and as be disappeared over
thejpi ecipice I cotcbed the faintin* gal
in my arms an* hurried dowu the road
with her to her home. For a long time
sue had a ragln' fever,andikept a collin'
"Is he come ? Is he come f y Nobody
could tell what it meant You see men
tliem days would go off an' stay for
days a huntin,' so the absence o' old
Strutter's boy didn't make anybody
think strange. Well one day she enrn
to, an' the first thing she asked about
war if AI. Struthers had cam home.
Thinks I, there's somethin' quar
sometliin' wrong about this, so I'll see.
Away up thar war the catamount had
jumped on Sary Jane'a hoss I found
him—ugh ! what a sight I seed. Thar
be war, stark dead, a stickin'on an oak
limb that had gone clar through his
body,an' his horse war dead^way down
on the sharp pointed rocks below. We
give-the pooi fellow decent burial.
only way I could account tor his death
war that Sary Jane's screamin' fright
ened his hoss, an' runnin l in among the
trees be got caught on the sharp pint o'
the low down li'mb> - , Vi
Here he refilled his pipe and said 1r
'Come in strangers, and jCU show you
We followed him into 4hi, qfliififijii' O
'This are 'Old Faithful," he said,
taking down an anqient-looking gun
from the rack and patting it affection
ately, 'what done the business for
An' this,' he continued, unrolling a' •
musty looking parcel,' 'are the skin a*
the tarnel varmint that brought about
the happy change in SaryJane,an thar,'
pointing out to a white-haired old la 4?,
who sat rockiag and smiling in a corn
er of the room, 'am the old gal herself.'
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