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THE DYIJWYEAR.
Ding-dong} thepid Tearjs dying^
&. I 13 WQ&ryj
Hark tie night-wjnd's singing,
Misererel ,'1 ^Ja*
Dinf-dong the hells are pealthg^-***1
Soft are the last hours stealing:
Human souls are feeling L^ J:ja
Sad and dreary.
Ding-dong' the moments flying,"
Drawing nearers
Youth is worth the buying
When it's dearer
But no wealth can ever
Stay the flowing river
Life conies fiom the Giver,
Not the shaier.
Ding-dong' the night is wsi
Almost vanished
A few short hreaths lemaming
Ere it is fled &
Hush'the bells aie ceasing: 1
New tenants now are leasing,
The past is still increasing,
The Old Year's dead'
James LaMlin.
FERGUSON'S AYENGERS,
A. Story or Partisan Days.
This for the gallant Ferguson!"
The foregoing five words had instituted
a reign of terror in one of the loveliest
districts of the Palmetto Statea dis
trict entered by the Qatawba and Parcplet
rivers and their gentlte tributaries.6!
In the month of September, 1780,
Cornwallis detached the notorious Col.
Ferguson to the frontieis of North Caro
lina, for the ostensible purpose of encour
aging the tories of that legion to take up
arms for the king. Ferguson's force con
sisted in part of the most profligate and
abandoned characters of the partisan
days, and his march was marked by
atiocities of the most shocking description.
The hardy men of Carolinas, Kentucky
and Virginia rose against the marauders,
and, led by Boone and other backwoods
worthies, gave them a decisive defeat a*
King's Mountain, Ferguson was slain in
the battle,and his fellow foragers,number
ing about one thousand, were, nearly all
captured or killed.
This conflict revived the hope3 of the
southern patriots, and forced Cornwallis
4o return to Charleston, discomfited and
We shall nave rest now," the patriots
said, after the battle "Ferguson, the
dieaded, is dead, and the few tones who
escaped with their wretched lives are not
strong enough to do us harm."
Everywhere in the vicinity of the bat
tlefield the Americans breathed freer,
and the loyalists in whose interests Fer
guson had marched to his death, curbed
their loyalty,and in secrecyJsWore revenge.
But the settlements were soon to learn
that the victory of King's Mountain had
nerved the aim of the foe more terribly
than any which theyJ hitherto
known. 1
**had,
The existence of the new terror was
discovered by a boy one morning about a
fortnight after the battle. He found th?
family of Archibald Mettson murdered
in their own house, and to the corpses
had been pinned a paper bearing these
words
^TMs for the gallant Feiguson."
This temble atrocity aroused the coun
ty, and the excitement was quickly
heightened by the finding of the body of
another murdered, patriot. On the jcold
bieast, which had been pierced with pis
tol balls, wis the pallid paper, aild its
words of terrible import, and the country
knew that a temble vengeance would be
taken for King's Mountain.
During the week that followed the dis
coveries I have mentioned, the work of
the avengeis was terrible. They fell upon
patriot houses at dead of night, and left
on the bosoms of their victims the five
words which had alieady tenorized the
country. It was in vain that the patriots
summoned theii cunning and energy for
the capture of the band of demons, which
as it had been discovered, numbered six
men, masked, and mounted on black
horses. They came and went like ghosts,
but always left behind the terrible sen
tence which had made their existence
execiable. At times they fell upon their
hunters and left them upon the roadside
0*~ marked with the sign "of vengeance.
$ Fear began
4t paralyze the Caroli-
nians, many abandoned their homes
foi the sake of their families and it is
probable that the entile district would
have been depopulated in a short time,
had it not been for the courage of one
woman. i- Her name was Alice Beauchampe.
it was a dark night in the last week of
ovember, vphen the heroine of my story
Jr the house of a friend. Her own house,
llch had been deseited for several days,
I not far away, and she had determined
turn to it for the purpose of securing
icle of apparel left behind in her
flights
eushe get out on her journey, she
r.ed of the dangers that environed
,bhe smiled, and declared she did
them. She could enter the
jugh the kitchen in the rear,
lu ment without a light,and return
sier friends.
she had often traversed was
grnible but she made good
^reached her home without
gjlence of the grave hung
the lifting of the
ttercor to the young
the kitchen, across
up the stairs, she
he*liad left the
The drawer
ithout noise^
th the gar-
fell upon
rize,and with
pt to.the win-
brch in front
for the nightwas
of men, mingled
continued to
by them^antfer in which we treated the
father, has fled somewhere for protec-
tion."/
These words drew every vestigf of color
from'the listener's face ,they tpldher who
the men below were, though she could
not see even the outlines of their persons
One week prior to her visit, her father,
one of the King's Mountain heroes, was.
found dead in a palmetto grove, and the
words of Ferguson's Avengers lay on
his breast. Then she had deserted her
hoime, knowing that the hand that had
stf|8ck tha father would not spare the
daifehter^^
Wejjljnjgnt the lone gin ti emble when
she fouM herself so near the dreaded
scourges of the country, and she did not
move until she heard thefiont door open
ed, and heavily booted feet in the room
below.
Then a calm thought of her situation
diove fear ^fioin her heart, and Alice
Beauchampe prepared to perform one of
the most daring deeds of the revolution
ary war.
The noise in the house increased, and
oaths and rude jests preceded and fol
lowed the lighting of a fire on the hearth.
Alice, who had longed for a sight of
the dreaded six, crept to a spot near the
bureau where there was a crevice in the
floor. There applying her eye to the hole
she saw six wild-looking men directly
beneath her.
They were beyond a doubt, the Aven
gers of Ferguson's death, for several
masks lay on the table, along with three
or four bottles of wine which they had
taken from some patriot's cellar. Tall,*
rough, devil-may-care-looking fellows
they were, armed with pistols, carbines,
and sabers, the kind of men who never
court the smiles of mercy or* listen to
the pleadings of innocence. Just such
fellows as they were, Alice had sup
posed them to be, for she had seen many
of the prisoners taken at King's Moun
tain, and she longed for the presence of a
band of patriots. There were true men in
South Carolina at that time who would
have given their, arms for a chance to ex
terminate the Avengers, and Alice re
membered where a little party of pat
riots lay, but alas! they were not very
near.
"We'll rest here and finish that wine!"
said ne of the leaders of the band,whose
face told that already he had imbibed
freely. "Bring in the poultry, and on old
Beauchampe's hearth we'll prepare a
feast."
"How's the horses'" asked one of the
Avengers, as the man flung the poultry
on the table.
"Standing like rocks," was the reply
"Such horses as they don't need watching
and besides there isn't a rebel within ten
miles of this accursed place."
"Why there's the Widow Hartzell."
"I didn't think of her," was the reply.
"How bitterly old Hartzell, hated us,but
we caught him at last."
"And piesented him with a breast pin!
Ha! ha!"
And the laugh went ionnd the room.
Alice Beauchampe did not wait until
the laugh was ended while yet it filled
the house with its devilisb|echoes,she glid
ed across the" room to a window that
looked, out upon the dark palmetto grove
behind the building. rj| %^Lk
There was no sash in the wmaow, and
the cool winds of the night kissed the pal
lid cheek of the partisan's daughter. For
a moment she tried to pierce the darkness
beneath the window but failing her en
deavors, she crept over the sill resolved
to trust to fortune for success.
The distance to the ground was not
very great, and the daring girl alighted
without injury.
She was now free to make her escape
to the friends she had latejy left: but im
mediate flight in that direction was not
her intention.
"Heaven help me," she murmured, as
she glided around the old house and ap
proached the horses which the Tories had
left tethered to some trees a few yards
from the door.
Atglance into the room revealed the
forms ot the Avengers discussing the
merits of the Vine with oath and jest, or
watching tbe roasting of fowls. They
had completely terrorized thecountry,ahd
under the sway of their lawlessness it was
fast becoming a desert
Alice counted them before she touched
a single rein and then in a brief period
of time she loosenedtbe hors^and quiet
ly led them into a small copse, not far
away. The steeds did n,ot refuse to obey
her guidance, and when she reached tiie
copse, she struck them with a whipfwhich
she found beneath the saddle. I was a
smart blow that she administered,, and the
steeds started forward and disappeared in
an instant.
Thus in a few moments Ferguson's
Avengers had been deprived of their
horses.
Flushed with triumph, Alice Beau
chape returned to the house, aii~4gi
looked in upon the hilarious tenants.
She now held a pistol i% her handa
weapon which a hostler had granted her,
and she crept to the edge of the porch be
fore she halted. There was a flash of venf
geahce in the dark eyes of the partisan
girl while she gazed upon the party be
yond the threshold. Once o^ twice she
raised the weapon, but lowered it again,
as if playing with the life of the the leader
of the' six-, whose burly form was revealed
by the* light of the fire. V^
She saw tfee fowls, smoking and well
bumed, placed Qa the table, and patched
the. greed"? men "crowd around for 'their
.~7WS1. -heiir'^tongues and movements
told her that stolen liquor was doing its
accustomed work on all save the giant,
who nad superintended the cooking of
the late rep!
iectly sober
he,t'tenc
he did '**&!
conduct.
"Come! e:
cried, rising
hs,mpe
house,"
deserted for
frightened
""""J^KIM* imp*
This man appeared per
the angry glances which
his companions told that
*ncJion ba^an$an
bueh of this" he suddenly
the table, which had
been dragged to the cei
"Get up, bays, and let's
you at Wiley's that you nail wincenougl
but you must bring some lere and drinl
yourselves stupid. Tom Sfcott, and you'
Blakeson, I am ashamed oi you! What
would we do if a gang of jrebels should
catch us in5
fhid condition? You under-
stand the mercy we wduldlget, and yet
you sit there as careless as sfatuesdrunk
as old Bacchus himself!"
Th^n an expression of coi
over the man's face, and, stdoping, he ex
claimed I Up' up! the rebels are cbming!'%
i^But his cry of alarm did not infuse
much life into the men at the tables One
or two heads were raised, but the drunk-,
en leer that made their faces hideous was
enough to provoke a smile, ejren from the
mad tory.
"Men!" he sneered, confcmptuously.
Dogs' every one of you. I Ve a mind to
ide down to the Pacolet swamp and tell
ebels hiding there that thi men they
hate are in their power. I have thought
that I commanded Tnen, not faunkards!"
and he struck the table with tthe but of
his pistol, but could not rousejhis stupid
followers.
The next moment, with an dath on his
lips, he stood to the door, which he jerked
open, and stepped upon the porch.
Curse such dogs as I lead !'j he hissed.
I suppose I must lead the hones up, and
tie each fool in the saddle."
He was stepping from the |porch for
the purpose of attending t file horses
which he supposed were still tethered to
the trees, when a form rose before him
and he started back with a gasp of terror
Who in the mischief
"Alice Beauchampe," was the inter
ruption of the apparition. "The daught
er of| the old man basely murdered by
your hands! Down upon'thy miserable
knees, Godfrey Lang, and beg! for the
mercy you have never granted others
Down, I say."
Perhaps the shadows of the window
sash did not permit him to see a pistol
that was clutched in the hand of the
fearless girl, else his rashness might have
been curbed.
"Kneel to you? Never!" he cried.
The weapon that he raised dropped be
fore the flash that followed his last words
and with a groan of pain he staggered
back to drop dead among his drunken
comrades.
Alice Beauchampe, amazed at her own
courage, stood silent amidst the smoke of
her own pistol. She saw the bacchanites
try to shake off their trpor at sight of
their stricken leader, and one rose to his
feet to fall as soon as he needed support.
"Now for the swamp," she cried with
triumph, and the next minute rushed
from the disgusting sight.
An hour passed away,, and the drunken
tories began to recover their chief, who
had dropped to the floor, seemed to sober
them with his cold face and staring eyes,
and when they had almost recovered their
scattered wits, the foe they dreaded was
upon them.
Alice Beauchampe's voice had fired the
hearts of a patribt TJand for Vengeance.
On her way to the swamp she had fen
countered the patriots who had captured
one of the flying horses, and were follqw
ing the trail.
The conflict between patriot and tiry
was brief and almost bloodless
The five avengers were made prisoners,
and sued like cewards for the mercy they
had never granted to a living being".
I need not describe the scene that fal
lowed. Suffice it to say that the trees
front of Alice Beauchampe's home boi
the strangest fruit that ever hung fro
living limb.
The vengeance of the patriots
terrible, and when the glorious sun rosi
again, the dreaded men of the lovely dial
trict had ceased to frighten people.
Alice Beauchampe, whose courage hai
led to the extermination of the avenging
hand, became the heroine of the day, and1
after the ternvnation of hostilities, wed
ded a lieutenant of Marion's men. Her.
heroism is venerated, and her gallant ex
ploit narrated daily by hundreds of her
descendants in the Palmetto State.
A Reminiscence of Senator Morton.
A correspondent gives this reminis
cence of Senator Morton in the Cincin
nati Gommeretai: One of the 'pleasantest
'occasions, f that visit to California,
whefe your correspondent had the honof
Of accompanying Senator Morton a.nd
his ijjkmilyi* was a trip to Virginia
CityA Among othtrs, places of interest we
^nsitM. was the Consolidated Virginia
mine: Very agreeable arrangements were
made to convey the Senator down the
shaft into the mine. The platform
was covered with canvas and seats were
provided for the party. At the last he
declined going on aocount of his wife
not being quite strong enough, but he
came and seated himself by the side of
the shaft to witness the descent of other
members of the party. When I add that
the ladies were obliged to don a complete
suit of male attire, some idea will be
formedof the undertaking,the-ladies were
three in number,, two lovely young girls
the daughter anLniec of Senator Cooper,
and an elderly lady. Mr. Mackey and
another gentleman comprised the party.
The costume the ladies was a dread
naught overcoat worn over blue flannel
shirt and cloth pantaloons. Heavy shoes
and a slouch felt had completed the out
fit. On account the'of in tense heat jof
the mine the ovepcoat was worn only in
descending and ascending the shaft, and
in the absence of su8peadinizs%he pan
taloons were tied with ajto^tf string tightly
around the W*ist. The costumes of the
gentlemen were not jess Itriking, and no
one ejojoyedi tits hiditerous aspect like
SenajtorMertonj He laught immoderately,
and hatf th4. patience to remain seated
tmtil weketuWAd, flushed with heat and
dripping ife&jg, *erspiratipn. There was
not the suspicioiiof a curl left in the
locks the youiAhidies, and they looked
efeh and pretty as a child just out of
hath. Senator Morton, who relished
thej exit even more than the departure,
said! they reminded him of the old song
of the rose just washed by the rain. $
'M..
L^GHOST STORIES.
The events which I record in this pa-
p'^r have taken place eithe|| in my own
il or in the familie|f of intimate faimily or in the famil i
friends, or are from the narf ation of per
sonsk of strict veracity, I begin with one
told W very lately by a pious and use
ful Minister of the Church of Englandr I
givethikiAWicdote of hfs boyish dayws as
much as possSbte in his own woids.
"I was brougflrtmp by my grandfather
and grandmothefy who resided in the old
family mansion n the banks of the DeV
went, in Derbyshire. This venerable
place, which hadl belonged to our family1
from^the time of! the Norman Conquest^
had a wide reputation for being haunted,
and indeed the strjange noises which were
heard and the strange tiicks which were
played, rfbr which Nothing rational could
account, made the belief of general ac
ceptance. From generation to genera
tion no death had odfcurred in our family
without some supernatural warning be
ing given, and in what I am about to tell
you I was the person visited for this pur
pose.
"When I was about 17 years of age, it
was rather suddenly agreed that I should
go with 'granny,' as I dalled her, to pay
a visit of a few days to my parents, who
lived in the suburbs of Manchester. Dur
ing the past summer my youngest sisrer,
Lizzie, with whom I had been very little
acquainted before, had payed us a visit
at the time of hay-maki\g,and I remem
ber thinking that she wakthft most beauti
ful child I had ever spen. Always
white, with lovely auburn hair floating in
long curls over her shoulders, and play
fully darting in and out among the hay
makers, she appeared to me something
angelic, and when her visit was ended I
quite grrieved over her departure. I was
therefore much pleased when granny
asked me to accompany her to Manchest
er, as I should see my dear ^little sister
again. A year before we had lost an
aunt to whom we were deeply attached,
and her bereaved husbahd ^as at the
present tiine inhabiting one wing of our
old family mansion.
It was the 19th of December, 185-. that
after carefully packing my box for the
journey, and laying quite at the bottom
of the box as it stood in one corner of the
room some articles of black crape which
I had worn at my aunt's funeral, I went
to pay a farewell visit to my uncle in his
part of the hotise. After I had sat with
him some tinie the hall clock struck 4,
and just at that moment I felt a deadly
chill and shimrmg all oyer me exactly as
if I had been suddenly plunged into bold
water. I becime deadly pale, ari^ my
uncle in an alarmed tone asked what was
the matter with me. I told him I did
not know, buf that I had never felt Mich
a strange sensation before. My uncle im
agined that Pm!ust have taken cold And
recOmmtrndexfTS^oihg djrly tOfhped^-I
was to travel, th$ following day. I
"Having quite recovered from my .un-
pleasant feelings, I spent the evening^ as*
usual, and retired to bed at the accus
tomed time. Nbw,jny bedroom was at
the end of a long, narrow corridor, and ex
actly opposite the door by which I en
tered was the docjr of a room said to
haunted, which was always kept closed,
and which no servant a the house cOul^
be persuaded to ehter, indeed, they very,.
unanimously avoided going into the cor
ridor itself after (lark, though it opened
into many bedrooms beside my own. I
had two or three times, while a boy, been
in the haunted room with my grandfath
er I saw nothing remarkable about it but
a good deal of moMy, old fashioned fur
niture, and an immense, funeral-looking
bed at one end, wit i hangings which had
once been splend but were now drop
ping to pieces age and neglect.
Thed berd in
m-
"which
oo
th
rooi i stood exactly facing
entered and the door
of the haunted room! across the passage
Another door on the same side of the
room was blocked up by my box, which
stood against it. I cannot distinctly re
imember whether or mot in entering for
he night I closed mf bedroom door, but
hink it almost certain that I did so, for
twas December and the weather very
old.
I went to bed, full lof my to-morrow's
urney, and not giving a single thoUebA
either ghosts or haunted rooms, went
st to sleep. How lohg I slept I cannot
daess, but I found mylelf sitting up in
15d intently watching the door ot my
torn, and the door ofjthe haunted room,
hich was also open, and which I could
across the corridor las the moonlight
11 upon it. From mis room caintf a
fi jure which I watchedjacrossthe passage
a td which, on approaching my bed, 1 at
oice recognized as the Taunt I had
dress in which" I had
lost
tlte year before,dressed in the same cjothes
I nad last seen her in. \She had a* most
fond and tender expression on her face,
but it changed into an angry frown when,
strtetchmg over the side $f the bed I tried
to fembrace her, exclaimmg, 'Oh, dear
auit, is that you?' I feltithat clisped
thejempty air, the figure vanishing in an
insftmt from my sight, I (thought 4 had
beek dreaming,, and lay aown again, to
wait up a short time afteiward and see
agai the fig4weof-jny.aunt,^ut now dif
fere: tly dressed, advancing from the
haui ted room into mine, tflis time not
comng to the bed, butl "going
fto tUe
box had packed and placed "in the cor
ner eady tor the next dav.
Tlisshe appeared to,/iummage over,
disyj acing the contents and then tossing
the things back again/ I) watched hfer
withthe greatest astonishment) and saw
her gb slowly out of my door into the
door if the haunted room. 1 1 don't know
'whether I slept again or not, but a third
time was sitting up in bed a third time
my aunt came in, this time close up to
the betl, in long flowing white clotheaa
AjDutchman in describia
horses he had los said "I
much alike, specially the of
loot'tso much likepoth I
tother from which when I
1 always catt the oder,. au
the one most dead beef
kicked me.
*f
-Switzerland has
ing children under
from being employj
after the first of nex
i 1 1 'twin aHKHSl^
t^W
*fiei
I almost,gMpef ouH 5TJ?ar aunt,jwfcj$ -do
you cfdme? toJwhic1i
She 1-eplfed"Very
clearly an* distinctly, itwith something
of effort,' I come to ma ce an important
communication, but it is all comprised in
these words: Poor zzie! But don't
grieve Lizzie is quite tappy!' As she
finished these words I arted from the
bed with outstretched ai ns, but: she had
vanished, and I fell heav ly to the floor
where she had stood. I suppose that
after getting Iback to tied I slept till
morning, but as soon as Isaw my grand
mother I told her all the circumstances
and made her Jook at mylbox, which was
in the greatest disorder, *id all the arti
cles of mourning which ilhad placed at
the bottom-of the box I fobnd at the top.
My grandmother looked gVieved but said
nothing. I still persisted in thinking it
but a curious dream, and ve started
our journey thatHvery~m mmg. I was
quite in my usuaJ-spirits henwe-arrived
at the last railway station*. ^^V*^
From here we had still! long walk to
where my parents lived, an 1 as we were
^not expected,! pleased mys by thinking
now surprised they woulc all be. We
arrived, ana just as I laid i ly hand on the
latch of the garden gate t* open it for
granny, I felt exactly the] same deathly
chill and shivering which had come over
me while sitting with my uncle the even
ing before. When I recovered and we
were going*up the long travel walk, I
said to my grandmother 'How strange
the house looks, granny! jill the windows
are draped with white, aid I never re
member my mother's room having white
curbams before.' Granny) made no an
swer, and as we knocked at the door my
mother opened it, led us into the hall and
received us most affectionately, but spofte
in a hushed, subdued tone which frighl
ened me. Her first words were, 'Hgw^
glad I am you are come! looked for
you some hours ago.' 'How can that be,'
we replied, 'when we meant to surprise
you, and did not write that we were
coming^ 'But did you not,' said she, 'get
my two lettersfthe one in .which I
wrote of dear Lizzie's dangerous illness
.from.-scarlet fever a w^ek|^|id|ne^
tell you of her death at? 4J 'flock yeste^ y\\
day, which last ough| t|)infve reached 1
you before you started this morning?' _J
I Thispwas a dreadfulfblow |o us, for, las 1
we told my mother* W ffild" receivll i
neither letter. When we jrere a little
recovered from the shock,"my motner
told us that the day before. Lizzie knew
she was dying and said she felt quite
happ^ she took leave of all the family
theKafi lome, and referring fp me Said,
'I should have liked to say good-by* to
dear Tompoor Tom! Give my love to
Tom!'' As she said these last words she
fell back and passed away, just at thator $j
moment theicloqk struck *She died, $
then, exactly at the tfrnVwiQett'l 'felt the
deathly chill while sittmgapith my une'e.
"After my grandfather's death I wa&
placed till I was five-and-twenty in busi
ness with a master who proved to be a
professed atheist. Finding me to be an
intelligent4ad and inore 'than usually
wj! gfbna)ftix2fzr't scriptures, hiyiaadfi
it his daily business, by specious argu-*
me%t and^eovfert ritiicufe, to ttnaeranine
m^ Christian belief, and often flattered
himself that he was on the point of suc
ceeding. He celfyrihly would, have done
so but for myj rememberance of my aunt's
a*pjearancei mybedrodm at the time of
Lizzie's death! 1 Whenever*! bad ftmSs for
reflection ang thought of that, I felt, as
sured that there was not only a state of
tfeing after dea'fch, but a directing power
by whose agency even ,a disembodied
pint could return to the scene $vi its
earthly pilgrimage." i i
7T^~
5
Sheip BroTfajn^abyft me Clouds.f^v
-Probably the largest and highest-rock
in the/known world ,is thej&juth. Dome
of Yos^mite. Standing at the fork of the
up1per
valley, it rears itself, a s&tfd rOcky
reef, 6^00 feet above tbe 'ground.
moreipdwerful hand than, that of a. Titan
has cut otway fi eastern halt, leaving a
sheer precipice over a mile in height. No
man ever\ trod the top of this dome Until
last yesift 'Former visitors gazed in
wonder afKthe spikes driven into the
rock by har^y spiuts^who had repeatedly
end/savored scale, it, The shreds of
rora dangling in tfye wind told the story
of/ their failure. Last* year, however,
after thousands\df dollar! were spen*t,
several persons floimd'' their1
way to' the
^bp of the dome, and, this sunimei* two
sheep were discovered* browsing on tha
hitherto .inaccessible peak.. Mrs. A. J.
Murphy, wife of a\ late ho|el prqprietoi
in the valley, writes to a lady in New
York as fellows: ''M
John Ahdeifeohisl buildin stairfs up to
the top of thb'iSouth\Ddm,e-Jg
Yoi can go
up now by holding, oft to a rope, but it
quite a tiresome tri. A few ladies in
the valjflj have nad the ascpnt, and I
am sorry. I did not -attempt itf .But
am one of the few who have seen th
sun rise on the top of yloud's' Rest, ana
its glory will never! fade* from my
memoijy^t fc U* v*brf^ tj
Strange to fey, tyrp ab^, &$& theii
way to the top of the South pome this
summer, a dam and her\ lmb3 ""RV"
they eVer gottheflS is morMthaii tip
canteli. They found bun^hi^
shootj, to eat, but no wate
dew that fell on the dom
Anderson was going to car
some water when I left.

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