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Administrator's or Executor's Notice, 200 Auditor's Notices, each, 1 50 Sheriff's Sales, per tract, Marriage Notices, each, Divorce Notices, each, Administrator's Sales, per square for 4 insertions, Business or Professional Cards, each, not exceding 8 lines, per year - - 500 Special and Editorial Notices, per line, 10 ill transient advertisements must be paid in advance, and no notice will be taken at advertisements from a distance, unless they are accompanied by the money or satisfactory reference. iltoinss,s earks. • IarItiMUIDZIIIIIIIIIII.I ...... MUMISIMIIitatt 1111 l n 1111 l JOHN S. MANN, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Coudersport, Pa., will attend the . several Courts in Potter and M'Kean Countiei. All business entrusted in his care will receive prompt attention. Office corner of West and Third streets. 10:1 F. W. KNOX, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Coudersport, Pa., will regularly attend the Courts in Potter and the adjoining Counties. 10:1 ARTHUR G. OLMSTED,.. ATTORNEY at COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Coudersport, PIL, Will attend to all business entrusted to his care, with promptnes and fide'ity. Office on Soth-west cornet of Main and Fourth streets. 12:1 ISAAC BENSON ATTORNEY AT LAW, Coudersport, Pa., will attend to all business entrusted to him, with care and promptness. Office on Second st., near the Allegheny Bridge. 12:1 CHARLES REISSM ANN", CABINET MAKER, having erected a new and convenient Shop, on the South-east corner of Third and West streets, will be happy to receive and fill all orders in his calling. Repairing and re-fitting carefully and neatly done on short notice. Coqdersport, Nov. 8, 1859.-4 l-ly. 0. T. ELLISON, PRACTICING PHYSICIAN, Coudersport, Pa.. respectfully informs the citizens of the vil lage and vicinity that he will promply re spond to all calls for professional services. Office on Main st., in building formerly oc cupied by C.' W. Ellis, Esq. 9:22 =IR SMITH k JONES, DEALERS IN DRUGS, MEDICINES, PAINTS, oils, Fancy Articles, Stationery, Dry Goods, Groceries, &c., Main st., Coudersport, Pa. 10:1 O. E. 01.3ISTED, B. S. COLWELL, A. C. TAGGART. D. E. OLMSTED & CO., DEALERS IN DRY GOODS, READY-MADE Clothing, Crockery, Groceries, &c., Main st., Coudersport, Pa. 10:1 - M. W. MINN, DEALBR IX BOOKS Sr STATIONERY, MAG AZINES and Music, N. W. corner of Main and Third sts., Coudersport, Pa. 10:1 7 J. OLMSTED S I) KELLY. OL3ISTED k KELLY, DEALER IN STOVES, TLN & SHEET IRON WARE, Main st., nearly opposite the Court House, Coudersport, Pa. Tin and Sheet Iron Ware made to order, in good style, on short notice. 10:1 COUDERSPORT HOTEL, ' B. F. GLASSMIRE, Proprietor, Corner of Main and Second Streets, Coudersport, Pot ter CO., Pa. 9:44 ALLEGANY HOUSE, SAMUEL M. MILLS, Proprietor, Colesbnrg • Putter Co., Pn., seven miles north of ?Cou `i"rADort on the ccrpligrillo Roan. 9:44 LYMAN HOUSE, C. C. LIMAN, Proprietor, Ulysses, Potter Co., Pa. This House is situated on the East corner of Main street, opposite A. Corey & Son's store, and is well adapted to meet the wants of patrons and friends. 12:11-1y. -_ - EZRA STARKWEATHER, 'BLACKSMITH, would inform his former cus tomers and the public generally that he.has rer.:qtablished a shop in the bluilding form erly occupied by Benj. Rennes in Conders- P?rt where ho will be pleased to do all kinds of Blacksmithing on the' most reason able terms. Lumber, Shihgles, and all kinds of Produce taken in exchange for work. 12:34. Z. J. THOMPSON, CARRIAGE & WAGON MAKER and RE 'PAIRER, Coudersport, Potter Co., Pa., takes this method of informing the pub lic In general that - he is prepared to do all work in his line with promptness, in a workman-like manner, and upon the most accommodating terms. Payment for Repairing invariably required on delivery of the work. m, AU kinds of PRODUCE "ken on accouut of work. 14':35. #IIIIIIIS - I . lila fe Q piDiofri_.•,er ro' • 1/011 ° ' U, it 1 , ' 9 , , , KNITTING WORK. Little tiny birds, with burnished wings, Just drooping to the sea-Ware's foam, And bearing from its billowy home The snow that to their plumage clings, The fluttering needles swiftly dip In soft white meshes of her work, Where quaint and loving fancies lurk; The eye betrays the silent lip." The tiny need:es loop the thread, Strung with sweet tho'ts of summer hours, Of sunlight on the fragrant flowers, Of poems in the woodland read,. With prelude of the wild birds song,. And, blending with that warbled tone, The murmurs, evermore their own, That in the pine tree shadows throng. and still, meandering from the ball, Fond memory's chain unwinds and flows, Drops here a smile and there a rose, And here a treasured worj lets fall; So, on she knits, in twilight gray, The past and present, with the years Of morning life, its hopes and fears, Inworen with her dreams to-day. 1 50 1 00 1 50 MISCELLANY. The Detected Traitor. 1 59 The proud and wealthy James Ag moor, silk and velvet merchant of Broad way, New York, was just entering his superb bazaar, as one of his. clerks re spectfully saluted him, and started to pass out. " Mr. Clair, I shall desire your pres ence in my office ere long," said the mer chant. "Do not leave the store until I have spoken with you." There was an ominous sternness in his tone that attracted the quick ear of Thorn ton Clair, and as he gazed after his pom pous chief, who strode on. with unusual haste, his eye caught that of. Hiram Mould, the cashier, peering with uncon cealed malice through the mahogany bars of his desk. Thornton Clair had arrived in New York four months before from some city of-the far West, and upon ap plying to James Agmoor, his manly and intelligent face bad so pleased that gen tleman that his services ware immediate ly accepted, and he was given the respon sible post of collector. This was by no means agreeable to the envious Mould, nor did his vexation di minish as he saw that James Agmoor dai ly grew more and more attatched to the youth. While Clair stood awaiting the expect ed summons, and as Mr. Agmoor entered 'his private office, the cashier moved from his seat, and.following his principal, care fully closed the green baize door after him. It was strange to see the proud and pompous air of the lordly merchant change to one of ill-concealed fear and disgust, as the cashier bid him good day and seated himself near him, facing him, and having the office table between them. " You have considered toy propositions, James Agmoor," said he in a smooth, sort voice, sleek and silky as the preciousJab ries that were about them. James-Agumor buried his face in his hands for a moment, and then sweeping back his snow white hair, said huskily : "I have, Hiram Mould, I have l" and his fate, pale and red by turns, again sought the cover of his trembling hands. I have told my daughter that you de- Zell ,anded her for a wife. She told me to l you that she would rather be a beg gar in the streets than the wife of Hiram Mould." E. A. JONES "I told her all," burst from the quiv ering lips of the merchant. " I told her that Hiram Mould was the master of her father; that ere she was born I commit ted a crime—a crime whose ever present guilt has blanched my hair befoLe I have numbered my forty-fifth year." " And then she relented ?" " She asked me to tell her of that crime." replied Ag,moor, and as he spoke his eyes grew bright, and he looked Hiram Mould full in the face. " I told her. She said the deed was not a crime—that the blow was dealt in self-defence that killed Charles Harper. And so it was. Hiram Mould, you know it was." " Were we in Court, I, the only witness of the act, James- Agmoor, I would swear that it was—premeditated murder." James Agmoor's 'eyes closed with a shudder, and again the trembling hands hid his pallid face.. "I would swear," resumed Hiram Mould, as his sharp, white teeth bristled from his sneering lips, " and the jury would believe every word, that one sum mer's evening some twenty years at , o, I saw James Agmoor, who had refused to fight in fair and open combat with Charles Harper, crouching amid the bushes that bordered the . highway through Jersey woods; and as Charles Harper was riding unsuspectingly by, I saw James Agmoor spring from his covert and strike him to the earth with a club—l would swear that James Agmoor then and there murdered Charles Harper, and buried the body where I could find the bodes; aye, find the watch that should identify the body." "All false !" cried the merchant, arous ing himself a moment.' "'Twas James Agmoor who was dragged from his horse by Charles Harper! 'Twas Hiram Mould e,t)ote to fly, ?hiiiciples of Iht Ddwellol), firla tl2c Disnliiiintiop of -Yoh Qija ffeWS. POETRY. COUDERSPORT, POTTER COUNTY, PA. r THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1860. who prompted the assault for purposes of his own—because he hated each with a deadly hate. You, Hiram Mould, first made us, who were till then bosom friends, bitter enemies. He struck me, I return , ed the blow ; he drew his knife and stab bad me, but before I fell senseless I wrest ed the weapon from him and dealt him a fatal thrust that prostrated him also. We fell .together—alike unconscious—l in a swoon, he dead. When sense and feeling - retn.rued to me I was in your house. You, Hiram Mould; hid the body where you can find its remains to mnviet me. The public believe that Charles Harper was murdered ; you created that belief ; but to use me all toy life, you took successful care that the finger of suspicion should not point at me, lest the law might kill the goose that lays the golden eggs." While the tortured man was saying all this, far more incoherently than we have written it, the unmoved conspirator had rapidly sketched a picture of a gibbeted felon, and as the:merchant concluded, Hi ram Mould placed the significant sketch before him. " Such shall. be your fate, if Rachel Agmoor refuses to become my wife," said he, pointing to the hideous picture with his long, lean, fore-finger. Again the merchant yielded before the terrible threat, and his head, sank upon his bosom. "Now call in Thornton Clair and dis miss him at once," said Hiram sternly. " lie loves ycur daughter—she perhaps loves him. You have foolishly alowed him to visit your house. It shall be my care that he shall not find other employ ment in this city." " I am in your power," groaned the un happy man, rising and opening the door; but s lie did so his daughter Rachel step ped quickly from the side of Thornton Clair, with whom he was eagerly convers ing, and sa.d : " I wish to see Hiram Mould immedi ately, dear faller," and guided by her as tonished parent, she entered the private office. The merchant closed the door and turned to address his child. Tall and queenly in person, a lovely brunette of eighteen summers, with large black eyes, usually full of softness, as be came her amiablejtnd affectionate nature, but then flasaing scornful fires as her red lips 'curled with scathing contempt, Ra chel Agnioor motioned liar father to pause a moment and bent her gaze on Hiram Mould. He seemed ill at ease as those suberb eyes slowly scanned him from head to foot, bathing him as it were in worldless scorn. He rose to his feet, and recover ing his natural coolness, said : I mu happy to see that Miss Rachel Agmoor considers so humble a person as Hiram Mould worthy of so continued a gaze. This is the thing that dares to hope to call me wife !" said Rachel; and tho' the words were cutting, the tone and manner penetrated to the marrow of the rascal's bones, and flashed bitter words to his white lips. " The thing is honored in being so called, my haughty damsel. You are proud, now, Rachael Agmoor, but the time shall come when you shall be as humbled before me as the trembling man beside you." "If I reject and defy you, you will i:ttack the life and reputation of my father," said Rachel—" You must be very confident of your power, to send a message to the woman you wish to make your wife." "I am conscious of my strength. Do you wish to see a proof of it ?" sneered Hiram. Rachel bent ber bead contempuously Hiram Mould was at a loss to compre• ' bend this unexpected defiance; but sure of his ground he said : " There is a young man" in your fath er's employ whom lie loves as his own son. Rather thau harm a hair of that young man's head, James Agmoor would gladly lop off his right hand, I verily be lieve, if the sacrifice could avail either. Mr. Agmoor call in Thorson Clair." He looked to see Rachel pale and trembling. But she was calm and col lected. The timid father—timid before the cashier alone—obeyed, and Thornton Clair stood in the party; but his blue eyes were blazing with a menace so pro found and deadly that Rachel laid her soft hand upon the strong arm that was' swelang as if for a sudden blow to be dealt at the serpent like eyes of the sneer ing cashier, and whispered. " Wait !—for my sake." • " Mr.,Agmoor," said Flirain, but re coiling somewhat from the reach of that arm, "has this young man dared to make love to one so immensely above him as your daughter, and I proposed myself as her husband; his presence in our estab lishnient is an insult. Discharge him at once." The wretched merchant paused in tor turitlg suspense, and the cashier pointed at tile sketch that lay upon the table. "Mr. Thornton- Clair "—began the father. • "My true name is not . Clair," began the young man, quickly, unwilling to see the father of his-Rachel so - humiliated. "I am the son of Charles Harper,l who lives in Oregon, and who assumed the name of Clair because he believ'ed he had slain James Agtnoor. MY- name is, in fact, Thornton Harper." " Young man !" cried James Agmoor, almost gasping.. f" Do not deceive a most wretched man. Does Charles Harper, who married my cousin , Helen Agmoor, still liT:l?—was he not kilh.d ?" " On my honor, 111i:' Agmoor,"; said Thornton, "•that dharles Harper islalive, and stil thinks that he killed James kg moor. Until this morning I. was of the same belief, for my father, who since that unfortunate combat has concealed himself under an assumed name in the wilds of the West, while my mother followed him, has often told me sorrowfully of all that transpired. But he never told me the name of the man whom he deemed he had slain nor that of the man who, When he rose after a moment of unconscious ness, pointed at your bleeding body, said you were dead, and prevailed upon him to seek safety iu instant flight, upon the very horse you had ridden. Your daug ter related to me.whatiyou3told her last night, a minutes ago, and we imme- diately concluded upon the truth." " Out of my sight, Hiram Mould:" cried the enraged merchant. " Double traitor, begone! or I shall. make myself what.you have forced me for years to think myself—murderer !" While Thornton was speaking, the guilty cashier had sunk into, a chair' and rested his head upon the table, hid ing his face, as he for ten years delighted in torturing his-:Victim to do; but whoa James . Agnmor, no longer a crime-bound serf, thus addressed him, he staggered to his feet, groping blindly for the door, tot tered feebly through the bazzar to his desk, where he had so long ruled with the magic rod of gold, and pressing his bands to his bead, groaned, reeled, caught himself erect, opened his private drawer, placed a pistol to his temple, and fell dead ere he could press the trigger, mit ten—said the 'Coroner that day—by the almighty hand of God. From the American Agriculturist. October. "All through the night The subtile frost bath plied its mystic art, And in the day the golden sun hash wrought True wonders; and the wings of morn and even Have touched with magic breath the chang ing leaves. And now, as wanders the dilating eye Athwart the varied landscape circling far, What gorgeousness, what blazonry, what pomp Of colors, buast upon•,the ravished sight !" GALLAGIIER. What a change has come over the face of Nature ! The waving forests, so late ly robed in deepest green, have assumed the gorgeous coloring of October. The foliage does not fade but brightens into death. The last days of the leaves are their best in beauty, violet, pink, scarlet, crimson, as if their life blood were oozing from every pore. Nothing but observa tion could teach us that all this brilliancy and gl-ry heralded death. It would seem that they were entering upon a new life, instead of being pushed off the stage to make way for a new generation. The year has culminated in field and forest; and the farmer is gathering in his harvests. The first frosts have come and you see the small hoar crystals glittering in the morning sun upon the grass and along the fences. The pumpkin and squash vines are the first to feel its pow er, and the broad leaves droop and turn black, as the sun comes up, leaving the yellow globes, and the crook-necks all ex posed. The farmer hardly knew how rich he was, until the frost cleared away the luxuriant, mass of foliage. Now the potato patches and the edges of the corn' fields and the gaodens are yellow with the raw material of pumpkin pies, and Thanksgiving. The orchards feel the chill breath of the frost, and you bear the apples dropping under all the trees, as if seeking warmer quarters in the thick grass beneath the branches. The apples are abundant in almost all parts of the country, and the poorest families can lay in their winter stores of Green ings, Pippins and Spitzenbergs. An or chard loaded with fruit, and ripening in the October sun; is one of the finest sights in the country. Here is a tree blushing in every bough with the crimson fruit, and there they hang in long ' yellow bunches waiting for the, basket. The Winter fruits are not harmed by the ear ly frosts, and they will adhere to the branches until it is time to remove them by hand. The finishing touches, to the flavor of the lath fruits are given in, the last few days of, the season. If plucked too early, they shrivel, and do not ripen well in the cellar or fruit room. This is the reason why some condemn certain very fine Winter pears. In some eases, the season is too short for them to reach maturity, in others, they• are removed from the tree full two weeks before the close of, the season. Most of the Winter varieties of pears and apples are furnish ed with a thick foliage which adheres longer than the Summer varieties, to af ford portection to the fruit The picking, storing, and ripening of Winter fiuit is an art that cannot be learned in a single season. With the harvest moon, come apple parings, and huskings, words full of meanie°. l' to the old men, if not to the boys. We - see now the ample farmer's kitchen, and the bushel baskets heaped with apples, and the merry group'of lads and lassies, seated for their work: There were At least a dozen of them gathered from the neighbors to lend a helping hand in preparing "the apple sass." It is now called apple butter, and by some very proper, people 'sauce." A barrel, at least was) to be prepared from the ~r een or rather fresh-pared sweet apples and large stores of dried apples were to be laid up for Winter use. The head of the household, as was meet, used the paring machine with three-tined fork, and knife that cut the skin as thin as a wafer. The pared apples fell with wonderful rapidity into arlarge tub, and were thence distributed among the young folks, to be halved, quartered, cored, and strung up on twine about two yards in length, for drying. The strings of apples, as they were finished, were put upon hooks in the ceiling, ar upon poles ready to be re• moved in the morning to the sunny side of the house, where they hung. in. grace ful festoons, the special delight of wasps and flies. With a huge pan of apples between a young couple, the work went on merrily, if not rapidly; jokes flew back and forth, sometimes emphasized with apple seeds, and sometimes with some thing softer. Rustic awkardness in com pany was happily overcome, for there was a, place for the hands, ani the hands had something to do. The ton= gues were unloosed, first about the work and the company, and then about something that might have been very hard work under other circumstances.— Wholes in the pen were haled, and dis consolate halves, out of it, were eventual ly made whole. Work and wooing went together in those good old times, when the kitchen was better known than the! parlor, and the presence of the "old folks at home" did cot spoil the freedom and frolics of their children. The last apple being pared, and the last festoon bung up duly in its place, there was a resort to fortune telling. The rind of the apple being passed three times round the head and dropped, in variably gave the first letter in the name of the successful lover. As the coil of rind almost always made an. S, or some thing that squinted that way, it was easy to worm the secret out of the most bash ; ful swain, and point out to him his in-' tended Sarah or Sophia. These prophe cies of the farmer's fireside sometimes' turned out alarmingly correct, and were followed by wedding occasions and new homes. The bushings in the long evenings of the harvest moon were larger gatherings, and not unusually cheered by the pres ence of the fair, until.supper tiure. "Prom many a brown old farm house, And hamlet without name, Their milking and their home tasks done, The merry buskers came. Swung o'er the heaped up harvest From pitchforks in the mow, Shone dimly down the lanterns On the pleasant scene below; The growing pile of husks behind, The golden ears before, And laughing eyes, and busy hands And brown cheeks glimmering o'er Half hid in a quiet nook . , Serene of look and heart, Talking their old times over, - The old men sat apart; ..While up and down the unhusked pile, Or nestling in its shade, At hide-and-seek, with langh' and shout, The happy children played." In the warm frontless evenings, such as we often have in this month, the scene was not laid upon the barn floor, but un der the open sky, the full moon giving plenty of light for the huskers. When the work was done, the company ad journed to the house, and tea, coffee, cakes; and cheese, were served up in rus tic style. These "bees" as they were sometimes called, were kindly in their influence. They often helped a short handed neighbor in his harvest, and were happy social gatherings. The modern dances already becoming too popular among our rural population are pcor sub stitutes for these primitive, and simpler, but more natural and enjoyable festivities of the olden time. For these there needed no display of expensiveilress and dazzling jewelry. which are too often the regaliii of idleness and vice. , "The ap ple paring" and," the husking bee," are pleasant October memories with us.— With a little remodeling to adapt them to the changing times, they ought to be perpetuated among the cherished institu tions of farm life. With our bountiful apple crop, and almost unprecedented e i . FOUR CENTS TEMS,--$1.1.5 PER ANrium yield Of corn, in all the North and East we eball have ample material; acid joyful oden'sion " to shdw " up these institutions, iA Heart VVOrtti • A yOung; printer, of this City; fell in loves with a beautiful girl, who had On inistortnue to be rich. He essayed tont , tract; her attention, lint WO heter heard of a prrty rich girl falling very deeply in love *with a poor printer? Despairind. he sorted for California,—that land orref uge 1 for broken fortunes and wounded hearts. This was in the:year 1850, when , San Francisco was a village and Wanted printers more than at present. The boy quickly became a man there; and em barking in the printing busidess, _soon found himselt the proprietor of an estab lishment from which sprang in due time. a weekly paper, ere long to be followed by ticiaily. His journal.and his fortuue flourished amazingly, and he returned to Neal Yolk in 1854, with the avowed pur : poseiof buying a sis•cylinder press, but. with the una vowed purpose of locking u p a Imiely form in his new golden chases. Alasi, for human hopes I The maiden was Wedded and the mother of . two cHl dren. Tho printer bought his presse and . ?eturued to Celiforuia—a sadder, but a wiser man. Years progressed and hi prospered. One day a lady *visited hia editorial rooms to lay her modest contri butihn on his table in hopes of nettin some remuneration for it. Her story wl= told! briefly—her husband had come to mend bid fortunes in the land of gold; and ;had died, and she was left very now: with her two children to support. 'U..) editor looked at the lady a moment—them handed her a doubloon. The astonished wordau essayed to utter °thanks; but N7;‘ , waved away. To shorten the story, laded was his early love, and-- , be =me' her,lsuld out his establishment, returne , to New York, and is now enjoyini much felicity on the banks of the t sou as it falls to the lot of few printe.; even to conceive.=—S'pringfield m i THE HOUSE THAT SAM BUILT.—qh folld ‘ wintz is a capital parody on "Ti: Hotise that .Jack 13ailt." As a "Hum of the Campaign," we have seen nothii, better : THE WIMP,. HousE —This Is the holt- that Saul built. $1.1:0,000,000—This is the malt that lay in the house that Sam built. JAMES BUCHANAN—This is the rat, the ate the malt that lay in the houz• that Sam built. S. A. DouGLAs—Th e is is - tht cat that kill ed the rat, that at the malt th;it lay in the house that Sam both. BRECKINRIDGE--This is the dog, tm. worried the cat, that killed the that ate the malt, BELL EVERETT—This is the ow witl a crumpled horn, that tossed tb:_, dog, that worried the cat, &e. N. Y. FxraEss—This is the maiden, all forlorn, that milked the cow with crumpled horn, that, &c. JOURNAL OF COMMERCE-' , -This is the than, all tattered anti torn, that kissed the =ldea all forlorn, &c N. I. OBSERVER—This is the priest, ! shaved and shorn, that married tl,, man all tattered and torn, unto I maiden all forlorn, that, &e. INI;EPENDENT—This is the cock, tht.t, crowed in the morn, to waken t 1 1 ,:. ; priest, all shaven and shorn, married the man all tattered an,l torn, &c. ABE LINCOLN—This is the hunter, with trumpet and horn, that owned th , , , ! cock that crowed in the morn, tn waken the priest all shaven no , i shorn, that married the mail 'al: tattered and torn, unto the maiden all forlorn, that milked the ec , ..” I with crumpled horn, that t0..;-,el the doo., that worried the eat, t;h: , , I killed A tue rat, that ate - the malt, that lay in the house that San , built. TIIE census develops the Cdrious fact, that there are more Scotch descen•iants in London than in Edinburg, more Irish than in Dublin, 100,000 more Romanist: than in Rome, and more Jews thaw in Palestine. There arc also. iu the Kim:; metropolis) no less than 60.000 G:erinatis, 20,00 French, and 6,000 Italians; very large number of Asiatics from all parts of the East, and many who still worship their idols. i f OLD ADE " GOING r SPEAK.—A:' Messrs. Breekinridge Douglas have taken the stump, Nr. Lineoln's friend:: have ttimeluded to make in appoiutmcn t for him. He will address his fellov;.oiti. zaps of all parties, from the east portico of the Capitol, at Washington City, the 4th day of "March "next, at 1 o'clocl:, P. All areinnted to attend. 1 _ltAllicsarirma • DAT.—Gor.- Packer haA issued his proclamation appointing Thursday, the 29th day of November. ar a day of Thanksgiving- in lcennsylvasial.-
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