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| sti rr.no, Story of ji
Amy lj f-e in The Phili^in^sJ'
[Copyright, 1899. by F..Tennyson Neely.]
CHAPTER I.
Something unusual was going on at
division headquarters and the men in
the nearest regimental camps, regular
and volunteer, were "lined up" along
the sentry posts and silently, eagerly
watching and waiting. For a week
rumor had been rife that orders for a
move were coming, and the brigades
hailed it with delight. For a month
shivering at night in dripping, drench
ing fogs drifting in from the Pacific, or
drilling for hours each day on the bleak
slopes of the Presidio heights, they had
been praying for something to break
the monotony of the routine. They
were envious of the comrades who had
been shipped to Manila, emulous of
those who had stormed Santiago, and
would have welcomed with unreason
lug enthusiasm any mandate that bore
promise of change of scene—or duty.
The afternoon was raw and chilly; the
wet wind blew salt and strong from tha
westward sea, and the mist rolled in,
thick and fleecy, hiding from view the
familiar landmarks of the neighborhood
and forcing a display of lamplights in
the row of gaudy saloons across the
street that bounded the camp ground
toward the setting sun, though that in
visible luminary was still an hour high
and afternoon drill only just over.
Company after company in their cam
paign hats and flannel shirts, in worn
blue trousers and brown canvas leg
gings, the men had come swinging in
from the broad driveways of the beau
tiful park to the south and, as they
passed the tents of the commanding
general, even though they kept their
heads erect and noses to the front, their
wary eyes glanced quickly at the un
usual array of saddled horses, of car
riages and Concord wagons halted along
the curbstone, and noted the number
of officers grouped about the gate.
Ponchos and overcoat capes were much
in evidence on every side as the men
Siroke ranks, scattered to their tents
<0 stow away their dripping arms and
belts, and then came streaming out to
stare, unrebuked, at headquarters. It
was still early in the war days, and,
among the volunteers and, indeed,
among regiments of the regulars whose
ranks were sprinkled with college men
who had rubbed shoulders but a few
suonths earlier with certain subalterns,
the military line of demarcation was a
dead letter when "the boys" were out
<j£ sight and hearing of their seniors,
■and so it happened that when a young
■officer came hurrying down the path
way that led from the tents of the gen
eral to those of the field officers of the
Tenth California, he was hailed by more
"than one group of regulars along whose
'.lines he passed, and, as a rule, the query
•took the terse, soldierly form of "What's
op, Billy 7"
The lieutenant nodded affably to sev
<iral of his fellows of the football field,
Sbat bis hand crept out from underneath
the shrouding cape, palm down, sig
naling caution. "Orders—some kind,"
he answered in tones just loud enough
to be heard by those nearest him. "Seen
4he. old man anywhere? The general
wasits him," and, never halting for re
p'x. the youngster hurried on.
He was a bright, cheery, brave-eyed
Sad of 20 who six months earlier was
through the sciences at the
great university on the heights beyond
the glorious bay, never dreaming of
■deadlier battle than that in which his
pet eleven grappled with the striped
team of a rival college. All on a sud
den, to the amaze of the elders of the
great republic, the tenets and tradi
tions of the past were thrown to the
winds and the "Hermit Nation" leaped
the seas and flew at the strongholds Ox
the Spanishcolonies. Volunteers sprang
up by the hundred thousand and a re
3ucfant congress accorded a meager
addition to the regular army. Many a
college athlete joined the ranks, while
a limited few, gifted with relatives who
had both push and "pull," were per
mitted to pass a not very exacting ex
amination and join the permanent es
tablishment asseeond lieutenants forth
with. Counting those commissioned
in the regular artillery and infantry,
thare must have been a dozen in the
thronging camps back of the great city,
and of these dozen, Billy Gray—"Bellig
erent Billy," as a tutor dubbed him
when the war and Billy broke out to
gether, the latter to the extent of a
four-days' absence from all collegiate
duty—was easily the gem of the lot.
i)ne of the "brightest minds" in his
class, he was one of the laziest; one of
the quickest and most agile when
a-roused, he was one of the torpids as
a rule. One of the kind who should
have "gone in for honors," as the fac
ulty said, he came nearer going out for
devilment. The only son of a retired
colonel of the army who had made Cali-
Jornia his home, Billy had spent years
jn camp and field and saddle and knew
the west as he could never hope to know
'Haswell. The only natural soldier of
his class when, sorely against the will
of most, they entered the student bat
talion, he promptly won the highest
chevrons that could be given in the
■sophomore year, and, almost as prompt
ly, lost them for "lates" and absences.
When the 'varsity was challenged by a
aeighboring institute to a competitive
irill the "scouts" of the former report
ed that the crack company of the San
Pedros had the snappiest captain they
ever saw, and that, with far better ma
terial to choose from, and more of it,
the 'varsity wouldn't stand a ghost of a
show in the eyes of the professional
judges unless liilly would "brace up"
and "take hold." Billy was willing as
Barkis, but the faculty said it would
put a premium on laxity to make Billy
a "varsity captain, even though the pres
ent incumbents were ready, any of
them, to resign in his favor. "Prex"
said no in no uncertain terms; the chal
lenge was declined, whereat the rival
institute crowed lustily and the thing
got into the papers. As a result a select
company of student volunteers was
formed; its members agreed to drill an
hour daily in addition to the prescribed
work, provided Billy would "take hold"
in earnest, and this was the company
that, under his command, swept the
boards si"X weeks later and left San
Pedro's contingent an amazed and dis
gusted crowd. Then Billy went to
metaphorical pieces again until the war
clouds overspread the land; then like
his father's son he girded up his loins,
went in for a commission and won.
And here he was a "sub" in Uncle Sam's
stalwart infantry with three classmates
serving under him in the ranks and half
a dozen more, either as junior officers
or enlisted men, in the camps of the
volunteers. He was a handsome boy,
a healthy, hearty boy, and, as boys go,
rather a good boy—a boy in whom his
mother would have found, had she not
long since been lifted above the cares
of this world, much of comfort and
more to condone, but a boy, neverthe
less, who had given his old dragoon of
a dad many an anxious hour. Now,
just as he neared the legal dividing line
between youth and years of discretion,
Billy Gray had joined the third bat
talion of his regiment, full of pluck,
hope and health, full of ambition to
make a name for himself in a profession
he loved as, except his father, he cer
tainly loved nothing else, and utterly
scoffing the idea that there might come
into his life a being for the sake of
whose smile he could almost lay down
his sword, for he had yet to meet Amy
Lawrence.
"Who are the women folks tip at
headquarters, Billy?" asked a youth of
his own years and rank, peering eagerly
through the drifting mist at the dim,
ghostly outlines of the general's camp.
"Didn't get to see 'em. Where's the
old man—the colonel?" was the reply.
"Chief wants him toot do sweet!"
"What's wanted?" called a voice from
the biggest of the neighboring tents,
and a close-cropped head was thrust
out between the front tent flaps. "That
you, Billy? Who wants the colonel?
He and the "brig" rode over to the Pre
sidio an hour ago—ain't got back. Come
in; Pve started a lire in our oil stove."
A puff of warm air blew from the inte
rior and confirmed the statement. It
was well along in summer, and not a
dozen miles away to the east men were
strolling about with palm-leaf fans and
wilted collars. Here, close to the gray
shores of the mighty sea, blankets and
overcoats were in demand. Hospitably
the older officer tugged at the lacings
of the military front door, swore be
tween his set teeth when the knots,
swollen by the wet, withstood his ef
forts, and then shouted:
"Sergeant major,send somebody here
to open this."
A light footstep sounded on the
springy board floor, nimble fingers
worked a moment at the cords, then
the flap was thrown open and the ad
jutant's office stood partially revealed.
It was a big wall tent backed up against
another of the same size and pattern.
Half a dozen plain chairs, two rough
board "allies littered with books, pa
pers and smoking tobacco, an oil stove
and a cheisp clothes rack on which were
hanging raincoats, ponchos and a cape
or two, comprised all the furniture. In
a stout frame of unplaned wood, cased
in their oilskins and tightly rolled,
stood the national and state colors of
the famous regiment; and back of them,
well within the second tent, where one
clerk was just lighting a camp lantern,
were perched on rough tables a brace of
field desks with the regimental books.
The sergeant major, a veteran of years
of service in the regulars, sat at one of
them. A young soldier, he who had un
fastened the tent flap to admit Lieut.
Gray, was just returning to las seat
at the other. Two orderlies lounged on
a bench well beyond and back of the
sergeant major's seat, and a bugler,
with his hands in his pockets,w&s smok
ing a briar-root pipe at the opposite
back doorway. Woe to the enlisted men
who sought the presence of the colonel
or adjutant through any other channel.
The sergeant major would drop 011 him
with the force of a baseball bat.
"Who all are over yonder at the
chief's?" asked the adjutant, as soon
as he had his visitors well inside, and
the soft accent as well as the quaint
phraseology told that in the colonel's
confidential staff officer a southerner
spoke.
"All the brigade and most regimental
commanders 'eept ours, I should say,
and they seem to be waiting for them.
Can't we send?" was tjie answer, as the
junior whipped off his campaign liat
and sprinkled the floor with the vig
orous shakes he gave the battered felt.
"Have sent," said his entertainer,
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 1900.
briefly, as lie filled a pipe from the open
tobacco box and struck a safety match.
"Orderly galloped after him ten min
utes ago. Blow the brigade and bat
talion commanders! \Tliat I asked you
was who are the women up there?"
"No, jou didn't! You said 'who all
are up yonder?' I'm a sub, and s'posed
you meant men soldiers officers.
What have I to do with anybody in pet
ticoats?"
"And I'm a grizzled vet of a dozen
years' duty, crows' feet and gray hairs
a-comin'," grinned the adjutant, pull
ing at a long curly mustache and draw
ing himself up to his full height of six
feet, "and when you're as old as I am
and half as wise, Biilv, you'll know that
a pretty girl is worth ten times the
thought our old frumps of generals de
mand. My name ain't Gordon if 1
haven't a mind to waltz over there
through the mist and the wind just to
tell them I've sent for Squeers. Then
I'll get a look at the girls."
"I've got togo back," said Billy, "and
you've no business to—with .Mrs. Gor
don and an interesting family to con
sider. What tent'd the ladies goto? I
didn't see 'em."
"Mrs. Gordon, suh," said the adjutant,
with placid superiority, "considers it a
reflection on her sex when I fail to pay
it due homage. Of course, you didn't
see the ladies. The party was shown
into the general's own domicile.
Couldn't you see how many young fel
lows were posing in picturesque atti
tudes in front of it? Awe, Hank!" he
suddenly shouted to an officer striding
past the tent in dripping mackintosh.
"Goin' up to division headquarters?
Just tell the staff or the chief I've sent
an orderly galloping after Squeers.
He's half way to the Presidio now, but
it'll be an hour before they can get
back." The silent officer nodded and
went on, whereat Gordon made a spring
for the entrance and hailed again.
"Say, Hank! Who are the damsels?"
The answer came back through the
fog:
"People from the east—looking for a
runaway. Old gent, pretty daughter,
and pretty daughter's pretty cousin.
Heard the orders?"
"Damn the orders! They don't touch
us. Where do they come from?"
"D'rect from Washington, they say.
Three regiments to sail at once, and'—"
"Oh, I know all that!" shouted Gor
don, impatiently. "It was all over camp
an hour ago! Where do they—the
girls—come from? What's their
name?"
"Wasn't presented,"was the sulky re
ply. "Let a lot of stuffy old women
"What's wanted?"
show up in search of long-lost sons and
those fellows at headquarters unload
them on us in less than no time, but a
brace of pretty girls—! Why, they
double the gate guards so that no out
sider can so much as see them. BiJJy,
here, knows 'em. Ask him."
By this time the youngster had ranged
up alongside the adjutant and was
laughingly enjoying the latest arrival's
tirade at the expense of the headquar
ters' staff, but at his closing words
Lieut. Billy's grin of amusement sud
den left his face, giving way to a look
of blank amaze.
"I know 'em! I haven't been east of
the Big Muddy since I was a kid."
"They asked for you, just the same,
just after you started. 'Least one of 'em
did—for What's-his-name?—the chief
military legal adviser, came out bare
headed and called after you, but 3 - ou
were out of hearing. He said the cousin,
the prettiest one, recognized you as you
skipped away from the general's tent,
and pointed you out to her friend.
Somebody explained you were running
an errand for one of those aids too lazy
togo himself, and that you'd be back
presently."
"Then go at once, young man," said
the adjutant, laying a mighty hand on
the junior's square shoulder. "Stand
not upon the order of your going, but
git! Never you mind about the colonel.
He won't be here until after he's been
there, and he's in for a rasping over this
morning's inspection. Just look at the
report, Sergeant major send me Col.
Colt's report!" he called aloud, tossing
his head back as he spoke. "Oomc in,
Parson, come out of the wet." And,
eager enough to read a famous inspec
tor's criticisms of the appearance of the
regiment, the officer addressed as Par
son shoved briskly into the tent.
The young soldier who had opened
the tent flap a few minutes before came
forward with a folded paper which,
in silence, he handed the adjutant and
turned back to Jiis desk. Mr. Cordon
took the paper, but his eyes followed
the soldier. Then he called, somewhat
sharply:
"Morton!"
The j'oung fellow stopped at the di
viding crack between the two tent
floors and slowly faced the three offi
cers. He was slender, well built, erect.
His uniform fitted him trimly and was
worn with easy grace, his hands and
feet were small and slender, his eyes
and hair dark and fine, his features del
icate and clear cut, his eomjAexion a
trifle blistered and beaten by the harsh
winds that whistled in every day from
the sea, and, as he turned, all three ofli
cers were struck by its extreme palk»r.
"You're sick again, Morton," said t»ie
adjutant, somewhat sternly. '1
thought I told you to see Dr. Ilefftr
nan. Have you done so?"
"I —wasn't sick enough," faltered the
young soldier. "I was all right a min
ute or two—or rather this morning,
sir. It'll be over presently. Perhaps
it was the smell of the oil that did it—
the stove is close to my desk."
But Gordon continued to look at him
doubtfully.
"Move your desk across the tent for
the present, anyhow," said he,"and I'll
speak to the doctor myself. With all
this newspaper hullabaloo about our
neglect of the sick," continued he, turn
ing to his friends, "if a man changes
color at sight of a smasli-up he must
be turned over to the lied Cross at once.
What is it, orderly?" he finished, sud
denly, as the tent flaps parted and a
soldier in complete uniform, girt with
his belt of glistening cartridges, stood
at salute, some visiting cards in his
gloved hand.
"Lieut. Gray here, sir?" was the com
prehensive answer. Then, catching
sight of the young officer, who stepped
quickly forward, he held forth the
cards.
"The adjutant general's compli
ments, sir, and he'd be glad if the lieu
tenant would come over at once."
Gray took the cards, curiously stud
ied them and then read aloud, one after
the other, and placing the topmost un
derneath the other two as soon as read.
"MR. LISPENARD PRIME."
"MISS PRIME."
"MISS AMY LAWRENCE."
It was the last name that lay upper
most at the end and the Parson
noted it.
"That's the pretty cousin, Billy,"
quoth he. "Case of the last uhall be
first, don't you see? Scoot now, you
lucky boy, and tell us all about it later."
But Gray was still gazing dreamily
at the cards.
"I'm sure I never met any of them
before in my life," said he. "There
must be some mistake. Y'et—that
name sounds familiar—somehow," and
"that" was the only name now in sight.
"I'm off," he suddenly announced, and
vanished.
There was a sound of light, quick
footsteps on the flooring of the rear
ward tent at the same time. The ser
geant major glanced up from his writ
ing; looked at a vacant desk, then at
the clock, then, inquiringly, at his regi
mental deity—the adjutant. It was
just the hour of the day at which all
manner of papers were coming down
from division and brigade headquar
ters to be duly stamped, noted and
stacked up for the colonel's action.
This was the young clerk Morton's
especial function, but Morton had left
the office and was gone.
[To Be Continued ]
WICKED-LOOKING WEAPON.
Deserlptlon of the Mauser Pistol
That la to He lied l»y United
States Cavalrymen.
"The new Mauser pistol, with which
our cavalry is about to be armed, is a
horrible looking piece of machinery,"
said an esthetic sportsman the other day.
"It doesn't resemble a firearm at all,
but looks like some strange scientific
instrument, such as one might see in
a laboratory. Imagine a cigar box,
japanned black, with a handle at one
end and a short tube at the other, and
there you have it. The box contains
the mechanism and the tube spouts
bullets. The cavalryman of the past
was a dashing figure. He wore a steel
cuirass and a helmet with nodding
plumes, and while he carried a brace of
pistols in his holsters, his real weapon
was his trusty saber. Do you remem
ber the splendid fellows who are gallop
ing past Napoleon in Meissonier's '1807?'
Since then science has gradually sucked
all the poetry out of war and the Mauser
pistol is the last work of brutal utili
tarianism. The cavalryman of the
future will carry nothing but a small
black walnut box, and will closely re
semble a surgeon going out to operate
for appendicitis. "fc'hen he gets to the
right spot, designated by the engineer
corps, he will dismount, open the box,
take out his hideous Mauser machine,
hook the case to one end, so as to form
a shoulder r.'-st, spray a few quarts of
projectiles in a given direction and go
home again to rest after the fatigue of
the fray. If the calculations of the
range finder are all right his bullets per
forate somebody a mile away. That
will be war a la mode. In some respects
it is a great improvement on the old
style, but it will inspire no poets. Im
agine Tennyson writing the' Charge of
the Light Brigade' about a cavalry
regiment armed with Mauser automat
ics."—Chicago Chronicle.
lie Got llin Sleep.
Doctor—l see what the matteris. You
do not get sleep enough. Take thi?
prescription to a druggist's.
Mr. Blinkers—Thank you. I presume
that's what's the matter.
Doctor (next day)—Ah, good-morn
ing! You are looking much better to
day. Slept last night, didn't you?
Mr. Blinkers—Slept like a top. I feel
first rate.
Doctor —How many doses of that opi
ate did you take?
Mr. Blinkers (in surprise)—l didn't
take any. I gave it to the baby.—N. Y.
Weekly.
Mystery.
"Got a job?" asked one urchin.
"Yes," answered the other, with su
periority. "I'm workin' fur a lawyer."
"I suppose he'll be takin' you into the
firm next."
"Not me. The whole thing is a mys
tery to me. I don't do a thing but sit
on a chair by the door all day and try
to figure out where he gets the four
dollars a week he pays me."—Washing
ton Star.
WIT AND WISDOM.
The man who has never made a fool
of himself doesn't appreciate sym
pathy. —Chicago Daily News.
She —"Do you believe that man
sprang from the ape?" He—"No. 15ut
I believe all women spring from the
mouse."—X. V. I'ress.
Coroner —"Was the victim conscious
when you reached him?" Pat—"Vis.
sor; he wor. But bechnne us, I don't
belave he knew ut."—Judy.
The hungry man should keep out
of society; less attention is paid evury
year to what is served 1o eat, and more
to decorations.—Atchison Globe.
Voice from the Inside—"ls my hat on
straight?" 'Ha, ha! evidently a wom
an." That is where he made a mis
take. 11 was only Toppledon, the drum
major of the Steenty-steenth.—Boston
Transcript.
Mrs. Bragg—"We gave our .daughter
a piano for her eighteenth birthday.
She was playing 011 it this afternoon.
Did you hear her?" Mrs. Nexdore—
"Yes, poor girl; she stubbed her toes
on the keys several times, didn't she?"
—Philadelphia I'ress.
Jones —"That policeman is a new
man on the force." Smith—"How do
you know?" Jones—"Some one toid
him this morning there was a fight
around the corner and he hurried
around in time to arrest both belliger
ents." —Ohio State Journal.
"I was at Bilinger's this morning
and there didn't appear to be anybody
home. Have they gone away?" "No,
the cook struck." "And they have
broken up housekeeping?" "No. She
struck the second girl and the whole
blessed family had togo to court."—
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
INK ROLLERS USED IN 1041.
Not I nil! n Pew Yenm Afiro. However,
Were They Made of Ulue mid
Molaaueii.
As long ago as tne year 1041, so
history tells us, a Chinese blacksmith,
Pi-Ching by name, made a paste of
glutinous earth upon which he en
graved separate characters. Thexu
he baked, making movable type of
earthenware.
Even to this day in China the im
pression is made by inking the type
with a brush; a thin absorbent paper
is then laid upon the face of the type
and pressed lightly with a dry brush.
We have now the first way by which
ink was transmitted to type.
This way of taking an impression
continued until about 1474. when pelt
balls were introduced. If in "perfect"
order these would do good work.
They were made in the following
way:
A piece of strong 1 grain pelt or skin
was selected, and from this the grease
had to be entirely removed. It was
then soaked 14 or 15 hours and after
ward "curried" by drawing it across
a post until every particle of the
dampness had gone. Then long tread
ing by the feet followed.
Wool was wrapped under the skin
and the pelt was tightly placed over,
but the great difficulty of the opera
tion led to the introduction, about
1807. by Mr. Maxwell, of Philadelphia,
of the dressed sheepskins or '"skin
rollers," as they were called. But
they, too, were abandoned, being
found too heavy for the hand.
About 1815 Mr. i'anshaw, of Xew
York, introduced an improved roller
made, by wrapping a blanket some
eight times around a piece of wood
3"/ a inches in diameter, turned true,
and with an iron spindle on each end.
The skin was then tightly wound
around the blanket and afterwards
nailed to the wooden end.
It was in 1817, by the merest, chance,
in one of the potteries in Stafford
shire, England, that the composition
of glue and molasses first saw the
light. This composition was used in
the potteries for what are commonly
called "dabbers."
Air. 15. Foster, of Weybridge, Eng
land, was the first printer to apply
this composition to letterpress print
ing; but even he did not understand
its great usefulness. lie merely
spread it, when in a liquid state, upon
a piece of canvas and then made a
ball of it. This is the only way in
which it differed from the pelt ball.
The inventors of printing machin
ery were not quite so slow, however.
About 1830 the composition was used
as a coating on wooden cylinders;
and here we have the iirst application
for printing presses worthy the name
of a "roller," without which printing
machinery could never have reached
the state of perfection it has attained
to-day.—lnland Printer.
"IlnUn" Afraltl of Cuts.
Lord Roberts, commander of 200.000
British soldiers in South Africa, posr
sessor of the Victoria Cross and all
sorts of medals, is about paralyzed
with fear at the sight of a cat. No
cat has been admitted to the Roberts
house for years. During one of the ac
tions outside Cabul. when bullets and
gunshot were freely falling around
the general and his staff, he was, as
usual, coolly indifferent, but all at
once he was seen to tremble and pale
with fright. The hero of a hundred
fights pointed helplessly over his
shoulder to a neighboring wagon, artd
the staff saw a lvalf-starved black cat
perched on top of it. llis strange fear
of the cat was so great as to com
pletely distract Gen. IJoberts' atten
tion from the field of battle, and it
was not until a subaltern drove the
animal away that the English general
was able to bring his thoughts back
to the conflict.—N. V. Herald.
A Vnrylnnr Population.
New Jersey lias a sliding popula
tion. Of the C.000,000 (estimated)
souls there are that many within the
borders at night: at noon there are
1,800.000. The other 200,000 are at
work or are engaged in shopping in
New York and Philadelphia. — Y.
Sun.
SSOO Reward
Tho above Reward will be paid far
Vitiation that will lead to tbo arrest aW
conviction of the party or parties wke
placed iron cnd slnba on the track of UM
Emporium & Rich Vailey R. R., n«M
he east line of Franklin Knusl'-r's fans,
m the evening of NOT. 21st, 1801.
HEI-TRT Accnn,
38- tf. }\tuidnki.
FINE LIQUOR STORE
EMPORIUM, PA.
THE undersigned bu opened a ftrsfc
olaM Liquor store, and ID vltee tin
trade or Hotels, Restaurants, Jtoh
We shall carry none bat lLeb«*tiw»<
loan and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES
GINS AND
WINES,
BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAGNE, Ete
Chelae UM of
Bottled Goods.
r addition) to my Itrti tlae of llqoooa I
wiitiiU; In Mock a fbll Me* of
CIGARS AND TOBACCO.
• Pool tsi BUHard Room In sum btflO«a^b
C*LL AND BKB KB.
A. A. MCDONALD,
PROPRIETOR, EMPORIUM, PA.
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JOHN MCDONALD, Proprietor.
Boar P. ti H, Depot, Emporium, Pa.
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Bottler and Shippof of
Rochester
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BIST BRAIDS OF ETFORT.
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Boar and are preppred to fill Order* on
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tally If desired.
JOHN MCDONALD.
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