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THE MOUNTAIN STREAM.
I rts» exultant from the mountain's crown,
Through dark anil rooky courses rushing
112 throw my spray to ki»s the ferns and
And keep them green;
The harebell and the lily sing my praises
And o'er me lean.
X tarry not within the shady dlnglo
To rest and sleep,
But with the rugged rocks I rudely mingle
And rush and leap,
The precipice Invites me to Its bonder
But cannot keep,
I spring impetuous trom each would-be
And downward sweep.
X bear along the pebbles and the grasses
In merry play,
And many a bow'der In the narrow passes
I turn "tstray;
Curvetting. dan-:lng to my music springing,
I haste along.
ITar down the hillside all my treasure
Of happy song.
—Edlah G. Jiawkes, In Springfield (Mass.)
We were both of us capsized in a sec
ond, and both of us rolled, almost to
gether, into the scuppers, the dead red
cap, with his arms still spread out,
tumbling stiftly after us. So near were
we, indeed, that my heud came against
the cockswain's foot with a crack that
tnade uiy teeth rattle. Blow and all,
I was the first afoot again, for Hands
had got involved with the dead body.
The sudden canting of the ship had
made the deck no place for running
on; I had to find some new way of es
cape, and that upon the instant, for
my foe was almost touching me.
Quick as thought I sprang into the
mizzen shrouds, rattled up hand over
hand, and did not draw a breath till
I was seated on the cross-trees.
I had been saved by being prompt;
the dirk had struck not a half foot be
low me, as I pursued my upward flight;
and there stood Israel Bands with his
mouth open and face upturned to mine,
a perfect statae of surprise and disap
iS'ow that I had a moment to iny
tself, I lost no time in changing the
priming of my pistol, and then, having
oue ready for service, and to make as
surance doubly sure, I proceeded to
draw the load of the other and re
charge it afresh from the beginning.
My new employment struck Hands
all of a heap; he began to see the dice
gxiing against him; and after an ob
vious hesitation, he again hauled him
self heavily into the shrouds, and, with
■dirk in his teeth, began slowly and pain
fully to mount. It cost him no end
•of time and groans to haul his wounded
leg behind him, and I had quietly fin
ished my arrangements before he was
much more than a third of the way up.
Then, with a pistol in either hand, I
"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I,
"and I'll blow your brains out! Dead
men don't bite, you know," I added,
with a chuckle.
He stopped instantly. I could see by
the workings of his face that he was
trying to think, and the process was
eo slow and laborious that, in my new
found security, I laughed aloud. At
la«t, with a swallow or two, he spoke,
his face still wearing the same expres
sion of extreme perplexity. In order
.Jo speak he had to take the dagger
-<? Rom his mouth, but in all else he re
"Jim," says he,"l reckon we're
'fouled, you and me, and we'll have to
sign articles. I'd have had you but for
that there lurch; but I don't have no
luck, not I; and I reckon I'll have to
• wtrike, which comes hard, you see, for
a master mariner to a ship's younker
i'.ite you, Jim."
fwas drinking in liis words and smil
'lng away, as conceited as a cock upon
a walk, when, all in a breath, back went
his right hand over his shoulder. Some
thing sung like an arrow through the
air, I felt a blow and then a sharp
pang, and there I was pinned by the
shoulder to the mast. In the horrid
pain and surprise of the moment —I
scarce can say it was by my own voli
tion, and I am sure it was without a
conscious aim—both my pistols went
off, and both escaped out of my hands.
They did not fall alone; with a choked
cry the cockswain loosed his grasp upon
the shrouds and plunged head first into
. "PIECES OF EIGHT."
Owing to the cant of the vessel the
masts hung far out over the water, and
from my perch on the cross-trees I
had nothing below me but the sur
face of the bay. Hands, who was not
HO far up, was, in consequence, nearer
to the ship, and fell between me and
the bulwarks. He rose once to the
surface in a lather of foam and blood
and then sunk again for good. As the
water settled 1 could see him lying
huddled together on the clean, bright
•sand in the shadow of the vessel's
sides. A fish or two whipped past his
body. Sometimes, by the quivering of
the water, lie appeared to move a little,
as if he were trying to rise. But he
was dead enough, for all that, being
both shot and drowned, and was food
for fisli in the very place where lie had
designed my slaughter.
I was no sooner certain of this than
I began to feel sick, faint and terri
fied. The hot blood was running over
my back and chest. The dirk, where it
had pinned my shoulder to the mast,
seemed to burn like a hot iron; yet
It was not so much these real suft'er
ingls that distressed me, for these, it
seemed to me, I could bear without a
muri'iur; it was the horror I had upon
my xnind of falling from the cross
trees into that still green water, beside
the body of the cockswain.
I clung' with both hands till my nails
ached, and I shut my eyes as if to
cover up the peril. Gradually my mind
came back again, my pulse quieted
down to a more natural time, and I
was once more in possession of myself.
It was my first thought to pluck
forth the dirk; but either it stuck too
hard or my nerve failed me, and I de
sisted with a violent shudder. Oddly
enough that very shudder did the busi
ness. The knife, in fact, had come the
nearest in the world to missing me
altogether; it held me by a mere pinch
of skin, and this the shudder tore away.
The blood ran down the faster, to be
sure; but I was my own master again
and only tacked to the mast by my
coat and shirt.
These last I broke through with a
sudden jerk and then regained the deck
by the starboard shrouds. For noth
ing in the world would I have again ven
tured, shaken as I was, upon the over
hanging port shrouds, from which Is
rael had so lately fallen.
I went below and did what I could
for my wound; it pained me a great
deal and still bled freely; but it was
neither deep nor dangerous, nor did it
greatly gall me when I used nty arm.
Then I looked around me, and as the
ship wns now, in a sense, my own, I
l>egan to think of clearing it from its
last passenger—the dead man, O'Brien.
lie had pitched. as I have said, against
the bulwark?, where he lay like some
horrible, ungainly sort of puppet; life
size, indeed, but how different from
life's color or life's comeliness! In that
position I could easily have my way
with him, and as the habit of tragical
adventures had worn off almost all my
terror for the dead, I took him by the
waist as if he had been a sack of bran
and, with one good heave, tumbled him
overboard. lie went in with a sounding
plunge, the red cap came off and re
mained floating on the surface, and as
soon as the splash subsided I could see
him and Israel lying side by side, both
wavering with the tremulous movement
of the water. O'Brien, though still
quße a young man, was very bald.
There he lay, with that bald head
across the knees of the man who had
killed him and the quick fishes steering
to and fro over both.
I was now alone upon the ship; the
tide had just turned. The sun was
within so few degrees of setting that
already the shadow of the pines upon
the western shore began to reach right
across the anchorage and fall in pat
terns on the deck. The evening breeze
had sprung up, and though it was well
warded off by the hill with the two
peaks upon the east, the cordage had be
gun to sing a little softly to itself and
the idle sails to rattle to and fro.
I began to see a danger to the ship.
The jibs I speedily doused and brought
With a choked cry, the cockswain plunged Into
tumbling to the deck; but the mainsail
was a harder matter. Of course, when
the schooner canted over the boom had
swung out-board and the cap of it and
3 foot or two of sail hung even under
water. I thought this made it still more
dangerous; yet the strain was so heavy
that I half feared to meddle. At last
I got my knife and cut the halyardy.
The peak dropped instantly, a great
belly of loose canvas floated broad upon
the. water, and since, pull as I liked, I
could not budge the downhaul, that
was the extent of what I could accom
plish. For the rest, the "Hispaniola"
must trust to luck, like myself.
liy this time the whole anchorage had
fallen into shadow—the last rays, I re
member, falling through a glade of the
wood and shining, bright as jewels, on
the flowery mantle of the wreck. It.
began to be chill, the tide was rapidly
fleeting seaward, the schooner settling
more and more on her beam-ends.
I scrambled forward and looked over.
It seemed shallow enough and, holding
the cut hawser in both hands for a last
security, I let myself drop softly over
board. The water scarcely reached tny
waist, the sand was firm and covered
with ripple marks, and I waded ashore
in great spirits, leaving the "Hispani
ola" on her side, with her mainsail trail
ing wide upon the surface of the bay.
About the same time the sun went fair
ly down and the breeze whistled low in
the dusk among the tossing pines.
At least, and at last, 1 was off the
sea, nor had I returned thence empty
handed. There lay the schooner, clear
at last from buccaneers and ready for
our own men to board and get to sea
again. I had nothing nearer my fancy
than to get home to the stockade and
boast of my achievements. Possibly I
might be blamed a bit for my truantry,
but the recapture of the "Hispaniola"
was a clinching answer, and 1 hoped
that even Capfc. Smollett would con
fess I had not lost my time.
So thinking, and in famous spirits, I
began to set my face homeward for the
block-house and my companions. I re
membered that the most easterly of the
rivers which drain into Capt. Kidd's
anchorage ran from the two-peaked hill
upon my left, and I bent my course
in that direction that I might pass the
; stream while it was small. The wood
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, rHURSDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1898.
was pretty open, and, keeping along
the lower spurs, I soon turned the cor
ner of that hill, and not long after
waded to the mid-calf across the water
This brought me near to where I en
countered Ben Ounn, the maroon, and I
walked more circumspectly, keeping
an eye on every side. The dusk had
come nigh hand completely, and, as I
opened out the cleft between the two
peaks, I became aware of a waver
ing glow against the sky, where, as I
judged, the man of the island was cook
ing his supper before a roaring tire.
And yet I wondered, in my heart, that
he should show himself so careless.
For if I could see this radiance, might
it not reach the eye of Silver himself
where he camped upou the shore
among the marshes?
Gradually the night fell blacker; it
was all I could do to guide my
self even roughly toward my des
tination; the double hill behind me
and the Spy-glass on my right
hand loomed faint and fainter;
the stars were few and pale; and in
the low ground where I wandered I
kept tripping among the bushes and
rolling into sandy pits.
Suddenly a kind of brightness fell
about me. I looked up; a pale glim
mer of moonbeams had alighted on the
summit of the Spy-glass, and soon aft
er I saw something broad and silvery
moving low down behind the trees,
and knew the moon had risen.
With this to help me I passed rapid
ly over what remained to me of my
journey; and, sometimes walking,
sometimes running, impatiently drew
near to the stockade. Yet, as I began
to thread the grove that lies before it,
I was not so thoughtless but that I
slacked my pace and went a trifle war
ily. It would have been a poor end to
my adventures to get shot down by
my own party in mistake.
The moon was climbing higher and
higher; its light began to fall here and
there in masses through the more
open districts of the wood, and right in
front of me a glow of a different color
appeared among the trees. It was red
and hot, and now and' again it was a
little darkened—as it were the embers
of a bonfire smoldering.
For the life of me I could not think
what it might be.
At last I came right down upon the
borders of the clearing. The western
end was already steeped in moonshine;
the rest, and the block-house itself, still
lay in a black shadow, checkered with
long silvery streaks of light. On the oth
er side of the house an immense Are had
burned itself into clear embers, and
shed a steady, red reverberation, con
trasted strongly with the mellow pale
ness of the moon. There was not a
soul stirring, nor a sound beside the
noises of the breeze.
I stopped, with much wonder in my
heart, and perhaps a little terror also.
It had not been our way to build great
fires; we were, indeed, by the cap
tain's orders, somewhat niggardly of
firewood; and I began to fear that
something had gone wrong while I
I stole round by the eastern end,
keeping close in shadow, and at a con
venient place where the darkness was
thickest, crossed the palisade.
To make assurance surer, I got upon
my hands and knees, and crawled, with
out a word, toward the corner of the
house. As I drew nearer, my heart
was suddenly und greatly lightened.
It was not a pleasant noise in itself,
and I had often complained of it at
other times, but just then it was like
music to hear my friends snoring to
gether so loud and peaceful in their
sleep. The sea-cry of the watch, that
beautiful "All's well," never fell more
reassuringly on my ear.
In the meantime, there was no doubt
of one 'thing; they kept an infamous
bad watch. If it had been Silver and his
lads th'at were now creeping in on them,
not a soul would have seen daybreak.
That was what it was, thought I, to
have the captain wounded; and again
I blamed myself sharply for leaving
them in that danger with so few to
By this time I had got to the door and
stood up. All was dark Within, so that
I could distinguish nothing by the eye.
As for sounds, there was the steady
drone of the snorers, and a small occa
sional noise, a flickeringor pecking that
I could in no way account for.
With my arms before me I walked
steadily in. I should lie down in my
own place (I thought, with a silent
chuckle) and enjoy their faces when
they found me in the morning. My
foot struck something yielding—it was
a sleeper's leg; and he turned and
groaned, but without awaking.
And then, all of a sudden, a shrill
voice broke forth out of the darkness:
"Pieces of eight! pieces of eight!
pieces of eight! pieces of eight! pieces
of eight!" and so forth, without pause
or change, like the clacking of a tiny
Silver's green parrot, Capt. Flint! It
was s'he whom I had heard peckingat a
piece of bark; it was she, keeping bet
ter watch than any human being, whc
thus announced my arrival with her
I li'ad no time left me to recover. At
the sharp, clipping tone of the parrot,
the sleepers awoke and sprung up; and
with a mighty oath, the voice of Silver
I turned to run, struck violently
against one person, recoiled, and ran
full into the arms of a second, who, for
his part, closed upon and held me tight
"Bring a torch. Dick," said Silver,
when my capture was thus assured.
And one of the men left the log-house,
and presently returned with a lighted
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Step Wn* Xecemiary.
Mrs. Kruger—l understand that Mr
Tallmaii kissed you on the steps last
Miss Kruger—Why, yes. mamma; he'«
so tall he had to. —Odds and Ends.
A LITTLE NONSENSE
"My husband is bard to please." "He
must, have changed considerably since
his marriage."—Vanity Fair.
Tagleigh—"What is the Spanish
method of defense?" Wagleigh—"Es
tablishing an alibi."—Town Topics.
Birdie —"There's a Frenchman be
hind us; I'd better tell you this in
English." Bertie—"On the contrary,
you'd be safer if you were to speak
Polite Young Man (in street car) —
"You are at liberty, madam, to take
my seat." Woman Suffragist (flaring
up)—"No liberties, sir; 110 liberties!"
—Host on Herald.
"I used to fondly hope that some
day 1 wouTd have lots of money."
"And now?" "Now I would be thank
ful if I could only dream, some night,
that I was rich."—Chicago Daily News.
"Did you get back that gold five dol
lars which your little boy swallowed?"
"No; the doctor saidi he would keep
it in memory of on«j of the most re
markable cases that have come under
his observation."—Goteborgs Afton
The governess was giving lit tie Tom
my a grammar lesson the other day.
"An abstract noun," she said, "is the
name of something which you can
think of but not touch. Can you give
me an example?" Tommy—"A red-hot
Mrs. (ireene—"Now, tell me truly,
do you believe it is any benefit to pun
ish children?" Mrs. Bercli—"Certain
ly. You can't imagine how much bet
ter I feel after I've given Tom andi
Mabel a good trouncing."—San Fran
cisco Kvening Post.
VISIT TO EL MISTL
It In u l.antc nml ftfaril ( limit to llnr*
To the Harvard university belongs
the credit of having established the
highest meteorological station in the
world. It is nearly four miles above
the sea level, and is situated on the
summit of El Misti,a quiescent volcano
near Arequipa, l'eru. The main sta
tion connected with the Harvard ob
servatory is at Arequipa itself at an
altitude of 3,050 feet. There are seven
other stations at varying altitudes,
including one at the base of K! Misti,
13.700 feet above the sea level. The
one on the summit is at an alritude
of 10,200, about 3,500 feet higher than
the meteorological station on Mount
Blanc. These observatories were es
tablished under the will of I'riah A.
Boyden in 1801 and subsequent years,
the one on the summit of K1 Misti be
ing started in October, 189;$, by Prof.
Solon I. Bailey, then in charge of the
Arequipa observatory, after an un
satisfactory trial of a station estab
lished by Prof. William H. Pickering
in the preceding year on Chareani at
an elevation of 16,050 feet.
The trip to the summit is by no
means an easy one, and the altitude
of the Misti is so great that almost
everyone going up suffers from moun
tain sickness. Although it has thus
far been impossible, in view of the
great altitude and the distance of the
Misti station, to secure complete and
continuous records from it, still the
broken records which have been ob
tained are sc interesting that this to
a considerable extent makes up for
their fragmental character. The
writer visited the Misti station twice
during a recent stay of three months
in Arequipa. The t rip up and back oc
cupies two days, and is accomplished
entirely on muleback.
It is, of course, an extremely for
tunate circumstance that no phys
ical exertion need be made in the
ascent, for if persons unaccustomed
to climbing at high altitudes were
obliged togo on foot up the moun
tains they would doubtless suffer se
verely from mountain sickness, for it
is well known that exercise always
increases the disagreeable symptoms
of this malady.
At the height of 13,400 feet, where
it was necessary to walk about 300
feet slightly uphill to visit the instru
ment shelter, the writer was obliged
to walk slowly, and even then got
quite out of breath, but no consider
able effects of the altitude were no
ticed until after the arrival at the
"M. B." hut. at the altitude of 15.700
feet. Here the slight exertion of dis
mounting from the mule and walking
into the hut brought on a violent
headache, and the feeling of exhaus
tion was so great that any cxerei-e,
even of the most trifling chnraeetr,
While the ascent of the Misti is a
very easy one, and is not for a mo
ment to be compared to the difficult
climb up such mountains as Acon
cagua or Mont Blanc, the altitude is
so great that a study of the physio
logical effects it produces is interest
ing. The writer fared very well, bet
ter. in fact, than most of those who
have made the ascent. One of the
former assistants of the observatory,
to be sure, made the trip more than
50 times, and never experienced any
discomfort, and one gentleman was
so well on the summit that he was
able to smoke there. These, how
ever.are the exceptions. Almost every
one has headache, nausea and a feel
ing of intense weakness, and ma try are
subject to faintness. The experience
of the native guides, who are of mixed
Spanish and Indian blood, is very
striking in contrast to that of for
eigners. These natives are usually
able to walk all the way to the sum
mit from the hitf without any diffi
culty, and feel as well on the top as
they do at the base.—Boston Tran
A rll I I'm pn tin 11 on.
The Chinese liave devoted tht*m
selves for nearly 4,000 years to the
artificial propagation of fishes, shell
fishes and fowls, pearls and sponge*
—Chicago Inter Ocean.
Although She Wa» from Hoiton She
Cared Mot (or a Higher Sub
ject Thau Means.
Notwithstanding her nose turned up, there
were specs on it, and she was from Boston,
which may be considered to he competent
testimony that heredity isn't everything.
She was visiting in Brooklyn before the hot
■pell and the tirst young man she met was
one who prides himself on his intellectuals.
Whether anyone else does or not is another
story. As it happened, the young man had
an opportunity shortly after the meeting
to talk with the young woman alone, and he
did not fail to throw a few brains at her.
"Ah, Miss Sophia," he said, with a soulful
yearn in his gentle voice, "1 presume you at
tend several of the numerous schools of phil
osophy in whir#i Boston is so rich and Brook
lyn is so poor?"
'1 am sorry," she hesitated, "but really,
Mr. Blank, I do not attend any."
"Indeed, and do you feel no interest in
any of the concepts of modern philosophic
"None whatever, I fear," and she really
seemed to be sorry to have been so careless
of her golden, giorions opportunities.
"And does not the subjective idealism of
existence in delightful Boston profoundly
affect the reality of your Ego?"
"So far I have not observed that it did,"
she said, apologetically.
"How can it be possible?" he exclaimed.
'The sphere of your knowledge must be far
wider than it is with us."
"No," she answered, measuring her words
carefully. "I should say it was not. Don't
vou know as long as we Bostonians know
beans when the bag's open we don't worry
overmuch about the rest of it. Why should
we? Isn't that enough for us to know?"
THE APPARENT REASON.
She neaillly Accounted for the Can
stunt Wearing of tile
Dotty sat on a stool beside her mother
looking at the pictures in an old church
book. There were angels and' cherubim
and harpists galore, and in them the child
found much to interest her. The last pic
ture in the book was of a dozen or more
angels floating on the clouds. Above the
head of each shone the symbolic halo. Those
halos bothered Dotty. She had never seen
such a head dress and she was perplexed.
After a minute's thought she held the book
up to her mother a red said: "See, mamma,
the ladies what's got wings and funny things
on their heads."
The mother looked. "Those are angels,
dear," she said.
"And what's the funny rings on their
heads, mamma?" the child asked.
"Those are halos, Dotty."
"Does they wear them always, mamma?
Does all angels wear them?"
"Yes, Dotty. All angels wear them and
they wear them all the time."
"When they's in the house?"
"When they's asleep?"
_"I guess they wears their halos all the
time, mamma, 'cause they're afraid if they
took 'em off and hung 'em on the hat rack
they'd get broke, don't they ?"—Detroit Free
When They Knew IIIm.
"There are plentv of women who would
be glad to get me," he said.
"Very likely," she replied, pointedly, "but
none of them would cure to keep you after
she once had you."
He went outdoors to say what he wanted
to say after that thrust. He felt that he
couldn't do justice to it in the house.—Chi
A SOLDIER'S ESCAPE.
From the Democrat-Message, Mt. Sterl
When Richmond had fallen and the great
commanders had met beneath the historic
apple tree at Appomattox, the 83d Penn
sylvania Volunteers, prematurely aged, clad
rin tattera and rags,
broken in body but
of dauntless spirit,
swung into line for
the last "grand re
view" and then
away to begin life's
fray anew amid the
hills and valleys of
the Keystone State.
Among the number
Asa Robinson came
back to the old home
in Mt. Sterling, 111.,
back to the fireside
that he had left at
the call to arms four
years previous. Hs
went away a happy,
healthy farmer boy
r> „, in the first flush of
The Soldier * Tletnm. vjgorol|3 lnanhood;
ne came back a ghost of the self that an
swered to President Lincoln's call for "300,-
To-day he is an alert, active man and tells
the story of his recovery as follows:
"1 was a great sufferer from sciatica rheu
matism almost from the time of my dis
charge from the army. Most of the time I
was unfitted for manual labor of any kind,
and my sufferings were at all times intense.
At times I was bent almost double, and got
around only with the greatest difficulty.
Nothing seemed to give me permanent re
lief until three years ago, when my atten
tion was called to some of the wonderful
cures effected by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
for Pale People. I had not taken more than
half a box when I noticed an improvement
in my condition, and I kept on improving
steadily. I took three boxes of the pills,
and at the end of that time was in better con
dition than at any time since the close of my
army serviee. Since then I have never been
bothered with rheumatism. Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills for Pale People is the only rem
edy that ever did me any good, and to them
1 owe my restoration to comparative health.
They are a grand rempdy."
"It's always pretty safe to judge a man by
the company he keeps."
"Oh, 1 don't know. There are exceptions.
My Uncle John's business makes it neces
sary for him to associate with aldermen a
good deal, and still I'd trust him with every
dollar I've got in the world. —Chicago Even
TTis An-iver. —Little Ikey—"Fader, vot
jsh 'untoldt vealth?' " Old Swindiebatim—
"Dot vich der tax assessor dond't findi oudt
•boudt, mein solin." —Puck.
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A storj- is told of Rutherford B.
Hayes that while attending school at
Kenyon college lie was in the habit of
taking daily walks in the country.
These trips were shared by two inti
mate companinns who were of a fun
loving disposition, which frequently
got them into trouble. On one occa
sion they more than inet their match
in repartee in an old farmer whom
they met on the highway. The long
white beard of the farmer gave him a
patriarchial appearance, and while ho
was approaching the students they
arranged to give him a "jollying,"
which eventually terminated in the
discomfiture of the youths. One of
t.hem doffed his hat with great respect
as he said: "Good morning. Father
Abraham." The second saluted the
farmer saying: "Good morning. Father
Isaac." Hayes, not to be outdone in
politeness, extended his hand as he
said: "Good morning, Father Jacob."
Ignoring the outstretched hand of
Hayes the farmer replied: "Gentle
men, you are mistaken in the man. I
am neither Abraihatn, Isaac nor Jacob,
but Saul, the son of Kish, who was
sent out to seek his father's asses,
and, lo! I have found them." —Detroit
Ily Art of CongrfM.
Mr. Johnson —I'se in favor ob da
Anglo-Saxon alliance eb'ry time!
Mr. Black—G'wan! Yu' ain't no An
"C'ou'se I is! We's all Anglo-Saxons
sence de fifteent' 'mendment wuz
There are some people so afraid they will
be fooled that tliey refuse to believe the
truth. —Atchison Globe.
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