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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES
Vol. VII. New Series.
Sunset.
A bell of Are suspended
Low o’er a molten see;
Infinite glory blended
Lost in eternity.
A vivid crimson paling.
With penciling! of gold;
A white cloud outward sailing
Foam billows, fold on fold.
A quivering, radiant rapture;
Red torches flaming high;
A thousand waves that capture
Pate rose tints from the sky.
A lesser glory blending
With blue, more faintly blue;
A rosy light ascending
To pierce all distance through.
Commingling tints grow fainter;
A dim fire burning low
Aiv never skill of painter
Can mix the colors so.
A mel'owed beauty Ungers;
A curtain, pearly gray,
Is drawn by unseen fingers
Across tbe faoe of day.
Gone the resplendent wonder; ’
God’s glory passed away,
We stand tbe gray sky under,
Beside a sea of gray.
And sigh because lie’s story,
Like sunset’s fleeting kiss,
Tells tales of transient glory,
Lost rapture, vanished bliss.
—[Brooklyn Magazine.
A School Teacher’s Story.
In the winter of 1874-51 was teaching
a country school iu Ohio, not far from
the village of Medina. I was a girl only
17 years old, and weighed less than 100
pounds, and those who knew me would
have laughed at the idea of my having
any presence of mind in tho face of
danger.
It was a walk of a mile to the farm¬
house where I was boarding, and in
stormy weather I was conveyed to and
fro in the sleigh. It was clearly under¬
stood that should it come on to snow
and bluster during the day the fanner
was to come for me at the close of school.
In ordinary weather the walk was one to
be enjoyed. Just after noon on the
13th day of January it began
to snow and blow in the most furious
manner, while the temperature fell 20“
inside of two hours. We had a snug
brick schoolhousc, a large pile of dry
wood, and no one knew how cold it was
until school was dismissed for the day.
Then there were many complaints from
the scholars, but all finally got away and
1 was left alone to wait for the farmer’s
sleigh, which I had every reason to be¬
lieve would soon be at the door. It was
almost dark at 4 o’clock, and I got my
things oil and sat down by the stove and
waited three-quarters of an hour before
beginning to wonder why Farmer Wat¬
kins did not drive up. We had a couple
of lamps, aud I lighted ono and began
work on an intricate mathematical prob¬
lem. Time slipped fast away, and when
I got up it was half-past 5. I then felt
that some accident had happened my
friends and they would not come for
me, and I decided to foot it home. I
had not left the schoolhouse a hundred
feet behind when I realized that I must
return to it. The wind was blowing at
the rate of fifty miles an hour, aud di¬
rectly in my face, while the air was so
full of snow that one could not see six
feet away. That night the thermometer
registered 17 degrees below zero, and
much live stock froze to death.
It was a bit lonesome .when I re¬
lumed to the schoolhouse and let my¬
self in and felt the little structure tremb¬
ling under the rising gale, but I re¬
lighted the lamps, brought in a lot of
wood from the store-room, and found
enough of my noonday meal left in the
basket to take the edge of my hunger
off. I had no idea of being obliged to
pass the night there, but confidently ex¬
pected to be called for at any moment.
It had come to be 8 o’clock, and I was
getting very nervous, when the outside
door opened and I beard a step in the
hall. I jumped up to close the stove
and turn out the lights, but before I
had accomplished the latter object tho
door to the schoolroom was opened and
in walked a total stranger. He was
; covered with snow, aud his cap was
drawn down until most of his face was
hidden. He did not seem to even glance
at me,' but advanced to tho stove, shook
off the snow, pulled off cap and over¬
coat, and then held out his hands to the
warmth. I was what you might justly
term dumfounded. There was no fear
of him, but bis unexpected advent and
the cool manner in which he acted quite
took my breath away for a couple - of
minutes. However, I finally found
voice to inquire:
“Did Uncle Bill tend you for me?"
He looked me in the eyes for a few
seconds, and then walked through to
the outer door, locked it, came back to
the inner door and locked that, and as
be slipped the keyes into his pocket, he
said;
“This is going to be a bitter cold
night.” '
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. APRIL 21, 1887.
A faintness came over me as he spoke,
and I had to sit down. We were on the
opposite sides of the stove, and I saw
that he was a man of about 80, medium
height, slight build, and respcctablo
appearance. There was nothing ab ut
him of the tramp or tough, and his voice
was a pleasant one. I was certain I had
never seen him before, and I also felt
from the first that there was something
wrong in his coming the way he did.
A belated or storm-bound traveller
would have been full of remarks and
questions, and he would not have locked
the doors on us. I looked him over like
one in a dream. I felt a great faintness
and a great fear, and yet I could not
help but watch him. He did not return
my gaze. Now and then his eyes met
mine, bu£ for the most part he was look¬
ing carelessly around the room or at the
stovepipe. By and by it came to me
that he was an insane man, and for half
a minute I shut my eyes and had the
hardest kind of a fight to keep from
fainting away. When I opened them
he was regarding me with a cunning
leer, and directly he said:
"You think you will run away from
school, but I shall have my eyes on you
all the time. School will now begin."
He went to my desk and rang the
handbell in a vigorous manner, picked
up a ruler and a book, and then, stand¬
ing in front of the desk he, said «to me:
“Class in orthography come forward.”
While j.s I told you, I was terribly
frightened, Iliad the presence of mind
to understand that I had a lunatic to
deal with, and that he must be humored.
When he had repeated his command a
second time I ^ent forward to a recita¬
tion bench, and he began giving out
words for me to spell. The “lessou”
was not half over when my belief in his
insanity was confirmed. After the first
few words he began to pronouned back¬
ward. When he gave out the word
unicorn he pronounced it “cornuni.”
When , I gave it the right 4 pronunciation .
and began to spell it m a proper way he
m ,r P mf Wlt
Stop } ! The world , has been going onr
too fast for the last fifty years, and must
stop or be thrown off Hs axis., We
must go backward where we can."
In pursuance of his theory he pro
nounced the word “fulfil’’ as "filful,”
and I humored him by spelling words
that way. After about half an hour he
laid tho book down, complimenting me
on my smartness, and during a recess of
five minutes ho walked up and down the
floor, with his head down and his arms
behind him, like one in deep thought,
Thus far ho had betrayed no temper nor
sign of violence, and I began to breathe
easier. I even calculated that it might
be possible to trick him. He presently
called me up to recite in geography, and
here his insanity was still more apparent.
When he asked me what au island was,
and received the answer as given in the
lesson, he struck the desk with his ruler
and exclaimed :
“It is not so. We have been fools.
An island is a hill 200 hundred feet high,
and these hypocrites knew it all the
time.”
It was 11 o’clock at night before he
ceased asking questions in geography.
Then I asked for permission to go home
and get my slate pencil. He accorded
it, but as I reached the locked door ho
called:
“No, you can’t go. You are one of
the children who spit on the floor to-day,
and I shall keep you here.”
From 11 to 12 I sat in a chair near the
stove, while he paced up and down and
muttered and mumbled in a strange way
to himself. Whenever the fire got low I
replenished it without objections from
him, nor did he seem aware of the storm
raging outside. Just after midnight he
made me work examples o : the black¬
board for an hour, and once or twice
became very much excited. According
to his theory I must not figure that two
and two made four, but that the total
was nothing. This was setting the
world back. After a rest we had a reci¬
tation in grammar, another in reading,
and at 8 o’clock he rang the bell, and
calmly observed:
“Children, school is dismissed. To¬
morrow being Saturday, there wifi be no
school.”
Then, without even seeming t6 be
aware of my presence, he put on his
overcoat, drew his cap over his ears, and
passed out into the storm and left me
alone. I lost no time in locking the
doors behind him, and it was not until
daylight that I got over the feai of his
return. Soon after daybreak Uncle Billy
came for me, having been detained the
day before by a sick horse, and sending
me a message which was not delivered,
We had scarcely finished breakfast when
the dead and frozen body of ray crazy
schoolmaster was brought in. He was,
in truth, an old schoolmaster, an i had
gone insane and been confined in an
asylum at Cleveland. Escaping from
the piace, he went tramping over, the
country and walked in upon me in the
queer manner I have related.—[New
York Sun.
Alaska’s Wonderful Scenery.
From the northwest corner of Wash¬
ington Territory, along the coast line of
British Columbia, and as far north as
the city of Juneau, Alaska, nearly a
thousand miles, a picturesque panorama
of towering, precipitous mountains and
broad rivers and bays is spread out be¬
fore the ever-devouring gaze of the
traveler. Nature'3 noblest efforts in
scenic effects are here displayed. It is
as if the Yellowstone National Park or
the mountainous regions of Colorado
Were partly sunken into the sea until
their giilches and valleys were converted
into waterways. A grand salt water
river (the Inland Passage) in places
hundreds of fathoms deep, with waters
as clear as an Alpine lake, whose shores
in places can be reached by a pebble
thrown from the ship's side, reaches
from Puget Sound as f*r up the coast as
Chilkoo, Alaska, about 100 miles above
Juneau. An impenetrable wall of cedar,
spruce and hemlock timber lines either
shore, reaching from tbe water’s edge to
timber lino on tho mountain sides, and
as far inland ns the eye can reach. Tak¬
ing our trip in the month of December,
arriving at Juneau on the 28d, we were
agreeably surprised to find the weather
only moderately cold and not at ail un¬
comfortable. The valleys above the sea
and iower mountains were entire!/ free
from snow and covered with vegetation
not yet turned brown ty tho hard
of winjpr. -[Alaska Free Press.
. Getting A “Hoose.’jS
*’ An English clergyman, jiving for
many years in Devonshire, relates the
following as a fair illustration of the
quaint simplicity «|fp Of the Devonshire
V:'
g 0 na very cold day in December he
making pariah calls and oa coming
to a stream by a foot bridge, was greatly
8urpriged on 8eeing below hiin one ot hU
flock wading up to his kn?es in water,
for no apparent reason. He was bfne
wit h cold but his face wofe # yery do
termined aspect Tho clergyman, groat
ly surprised, asked, “Why Robert,
what m the world are you about?
Have you lost anything?”
“Aw, naw, sir," replied Robert; “I
aint lost nothin’, but, you see, I bo to
sing bass in the choir Christmas day, and
I be trying to get a boose” (vernacular
for hoarscnos3.)—[Living Church.
The Work of a Moment.
Did you ever write a letter, and just
as you were finishing it, let your pen fall
on it,or a drop of ink blot the fair page?
It was tho work of a moment, but the
evil could not be effectually effaced.
Did you never cut yourself unexpectedly
and quickly? It took days or weeks to
heal the wound and even then a scar re¬
mained. It is related of Lord Brough
man, a celebrated English nobleman,
that one day lie occupied a conspicuous
place in a group to have his daguerreo¬
type taken. But at an unfortunate mo¬
ment he moved. The picture was takeu,
but his facj was blurred. Do you ask
what application would ho rauke of
these facts? Just this; It takes a life
time to build a character, it only takes
a moment to destroy it. “Watch and
pray,” therefore, “that ye enter not into
temptation.” Let him that thinketh he
standeth take hoed lest he fall.
Ages of Crowned Heads.
Here, according to the “Almanach do
Gotha,” is a table showing the ages on
Jan. 1, 1887, °f the various crowned
heads, etc.: Emperor William of Ger¬
many, 89; Popo Leo XIII, 76; William
III, King of the Netherlands, 60;
Charles III, Princo.of Monaco, 68; Vic¬
toria, Queen of Great Birtain, 67; Peter
II, Emperor of Brazil, 61; Francis Jo¬
seph, Emperor of Austri , 56; Leopold,
King of the Belgians, 51; Louis, King
of Portugul, 48; Charles, King of Rou
mania, 47; Abdul Hamid, tire Sultan,
44; Humbert, King of Italy, 42; Alex¬
ander III, Emperor of Russia, 41;
George, King of tho Greeks, 41; Milan,
King of Serviu, 82; the King of Spnin,
a few months.
An Oregon Sand Slorrn.
Trains on the Northern Pac.tic rail
road were recently detained between
Willows and Alkali, Ore., by a sand
storm. The w.nd blew so hard that the
locomotive headlight and lights in lan
terns carried by the train hands were
extinguished, and sand drifted upon the
tracks faster than it cculd be shovelled
off. The only nay the trains got through
was by shovelling the sand from
the track an 1 pushing ahead
foot by foot, the san l closing in behind
I 1 the cars as fast as they were moved on.
—[New York Sun.
COTTON SEED OIL
An Industry Which Ha3
Spread Rapidly in the South.
Various Useful Products Extracted From
An Artiols Once Thrown Away,
i In every bale of cotton there are 1000
pounds of seed and 500 pounds of lint.
As about two seres of land are required
to raise a bale of cotton, one acre will
produce about 500 pounds of cotton seed
which brings the planter $10 per ton or
$2.50 per acre. A ton of seed yields 76
gallons of oil, which sells for about 80
Cents per gallon. It also yields about 20
pounds of short staple lint, useful for
making cotton batting, etc. Besides
there is the meal, formerly considered
Valuable only to mix with other fded for
cattle, but which is now returned to .the
soil in the shape of fertilizer.
The gossypium is a fertilizer especial¬
ly adapted to the needs of cotton, and
its principal ingredient is cotton-seed
meal, or the pulverized cake from which
cotton-seed oil has been expressed. As
1 tho gossypium factory is dependent upon
the oil mill for material, and the latter
finds ^in the fertilizer works a ready
market for its largest product, the two
are often found closely connected and
governed by mutual interests.
The dbttqmscod upon entering the
mill first telTscs through thp “1 inters”—
; delicate machines afhich remove from
each separate sold every particle of its
fleecy covering which has escaped the
■ cruder process of tho cotton-gin. From
the linter it gofc into the hulier, where
its hull or shell is split open and torn off.
. The meat is then boiled in huge cal¬
dron's, during which operation it gives
out a rich, unctous odor, suggestive of
•culinary operations on a large scale, but
not at all unpleasant. The boiled seed,
isnensed in small coarse bags, then
Ijpes to “press.” Twenty bags filled
with the wcll-cooked mass are thrust into
many receptacles of an immensely
powerful gradually, steam-press. Power is applied
but with a terribly relentless
- fisirgy, until the oil, flowing out in
steady streams, and finding its way to
the receiving tanks below, has been en¬
tirely expressed from the several bags,
and each contains merely a hard, dry
cake. From these cakes the sacking
covering is stripped, to be used again,
and they are thrust into the jaws of a
rapidly revolving mill that instantly re¬
duces them to meal, which goes to tho
fertilizer factory across the way.
The Atlanta cotton-seed oil mill pro¬
duces 10,000 barrels of oil and 4000 tons
of meal annually. It is possible to so
refine this oil as to produce a tasteless,
odorless and colorless liquid, and its
sphere of usefulness is being daily ex¬
tended. It is largely use’d in adultera¬
tions, and it is stated upon good author¬
ity that one-fourth of ail the lard used in
this country is cotton-seed oil.
In this Atlanta mill nothing is wasted;
even the hulls of tho cotton aseed arc
utilized as fuel beneath the boilers of
its 160-horse-power engine. Not only
do these hulls furnish fuel for this mill,
but half of them forced through 600 feet
of pneumatis pipe, reach the adjacent
“gossypium” works, and there form the
only fuel used to heat its boilers. Be¬
sides cotton-seed meal, the ingredients
of the “gossypium phospho” are sul¬
phuric acid, which .is manufactured on
tho premises rom sulphur imported by
the shipload from Sicily, muriate of
potash, which comes from German
mines, nitrate of soda, from Peru, sul¬
phate of ammonia, from Chicago, and
phosphates, which are dug oa the Slone
River near Charleston, South Carolina.
In 1876 the cotton-seed oil mills were
only paying tho planter! about eight
cents per bushel for seed, as there was
no market for the meal, and depending
upon the oil alone for a profit, they
could afford no more. Now they pay
from sixteen to eighteen cents per
bushel for tbo seed. The fertilizer
produced from it can be bought for
$82 per ton, aiid a ton is sufficient for
about ten acres. The result of its use is
to double the yielding capacity of the
soil, so that the entire cost of the fertili¬
zer is now defrayed by the cotton seed,
which was formerly an almost waste
product, and the extra yield of lint may
be considered as just so much clear
profit.—[Harper's Weekly.
Splitting a Hurricane.
A hero of of an owertruo tate in Are
Fairfield (Me.) Journal succeeded in
splitting a hurricane. Seeing it coin¬
ing straight towards his barn, he took
two boards and holding them with his
best Hold, before the barn, the ends to¬
gether in front of him so that they
formed a sort of wedge, he spread the
hurricane apart, so that it only took off
two corners of the barn. For preserv¬
ing ing like barns or serving yarns, there’s noth¬
ingeuuity.—[Boston Traveler.
A Wonderful Clock.
Another great clock has been added to
the horological wonders of the world—a
piece of mechanism that will vie with the
elaborate marvel of Strasburg Cathedral,
and put the processional curiosity of
Bsrnc Tower into the shade. The latest
effort of the renowned Christian Martin
of Villingen, in the Black Forest, is said
in its way to surpass anything of the
kind yet attempted. It is three and a
half metres high, two and three-quarters
broad, and shows the seconds, minutes,
quarter hours, hours, days, weeks, months,
the four seasons, the years, and leap
years until tho last sound of the year
90,999 of the Christian era:
Moreover, it tells on its face the cor -
rect time for various latitudes, together
with the phases of the moon and a vari¬
ety of useful information generally con¬
fined to the pages of an almanac.
It also contains a vast number of
working figures representing the life of
man, tho creed of Christendom, and the
ancient pagan and Teutonic mytholo¬
gies. Sixty separate and individualized
statuettes strike the sixty minutes.
Death is represented, as in Holbein’s fa¬
mous dance, in the form of a skoleton.
In another part appear the Twelve
Apostles, the Seven Ages of Man, mod¬
elled after the description of Shakspeare,
the four seasons, the twelve signs of the
Zodiac, And so on.
During the night time a watchman
sallies forth, and blows tho hour upon
his horn, while nt sunrise chanticleer ap¬
pears and crows lustily. .The cuckoo
also calls, but only once a year, on the
first day in spring. Besides the figures
there is a whole series of movable figures
in enamel, exhibiting iu succession the
seven days of Creation and tho fourteen
Stations of the Cross. At a certain hour
a little sacristan rings a boll in tho spire,
and kneels down and folds his hands, as
if in prayer; and, above all, the musical
works are said to have a sweet and de¬
licious flutclike tone.—[St. James Ga¬
zette.
The Pig.
The pig is a familiar object in natural
history, and his origin dates back to
some time be l ore Noah had to pack up
and go sailin g. He got some pigs to go,
up thegang-piank and enter his ark, but
that was the only instance ever known
where the animal accommodated any¬
body who was in a hurry. While thore
are several species and many breeds, no
ono travelling abroad into strange coun¬
tries will ever mistake a pig for any¬
thing else. It was not until tbo year
1652 that his flesh wus eaten. Up to
that time his bristles were supposed to
run clear through him and clinch on the
other side, and his meat was supposed
to be mado up of burdock roots, old
potatoes and tomato cans, Therc arc
still some people who declare against
pork, but when pork is a shilling a
pound codfish is only seven
cents. The pig alive is of no good to
anybody, but when dead his meat can
be made to answer fo chicken, mutton,
turtle, quail, venison aud pork; his
bristles are made into camel’s hair
brushes; Ms hoofs into glue, his legs into
pickles, his hide into alligator skin, and
his fat was used for lard until cotton
seed oil and wagon grease took its
place.—[Detroit Free Press.
Horsemanship Tested.
Candidates for appointment upon the
mounted police force in Australia are re¬
quired to give an exhibition of their
skill in rifling. This feature of the ex¬
amination is mado sufficiently amusing
to those who conduct it, if we may
judge from the account of an applicant:
My next duty was to go through the
riding business. At Sidney there was
an old trick horse kept for tho special
delectation of candidates who were
under tho impression that they could
ride. Sergeant Thompson took a de¬
light in seeing these young fellows
come off. I knew all about this artful
old dodger, and was prepared. Having
saddled him, I took him out on the
green and walked him round.
So long as I only walked, lie went all
right, but directly the sergeant sang out,
“Cantor!” down went his head, his
back curled up, and his heels reached
aa elevation somewhere over my head.
A good cut with a cane, and a kick in
the ribs with my heels, sent him back
into a proper frame of mind, and he can¬
tered pleasantly around.
“You’ll do; dismount. You stuck on
very well,” said the sergeant, in a disap¬
pointed tone. ,
On a Slow Road.
Passenger—What’s the matter? We’re
running a little fast, ain’t we?
Conductor—Yes, sir. The fireman’s
run ahead to chase a cow off the track,
and the engineer’s crowded on a little
more steam to try to keep ap with him.
—[Pittsburg Dispatch.
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NO. 11.
Expectation.
Between the sunset and the sun
Night slumbers on the sleeping bare;
And through its curtain, one by one,
Gleam tender glances of tbe stars
Between the sunset and the sun.
And so between my love’s lips lies
An untold message meant for me;
Whether ’twill bring me sweet surprise
Or dole or doubt or paradise^
Is known alone to destiny.
Yet as I wait a dream of tears
Between her eyelids and hereyea,
A mystery of mist appears.
That hints of hope and flatters feat*;
And on her lips a burst of sighs,
And on her lids a red that dies
To slumberous shadows that fall and rise,
Till as I seek some sign to see.
Between her eyelids and her eyes
Love lights his lamp and laugha at me.
—Francis Howard Williams.
HUMOROUS.
Bread is never made until it ie
kneaded.
The telephone operator has a perpetual
holler day.
One of the latest serenade songs is,
“O, tell me love is the dog tied up.”
A new solution of the time-honored
conundrum, Why do poor people marry?
is that misery loves company.
A new song is entitled “Autumt.
Leaves.” The title is unopportune, as
autumn left some months ago.
A tumble in the price of wheat is not
relished by the speculator in that com¬
modity. It goes against his grain.
Charity, they say, covers a multitude
of sins; but an exchange thinks there is
not nearly enough of it to go round.
A western lecturer has selected for
his subject, “A Bad Egg.” This sub¬
ject often strikes a lecturer unfavorably.
“Can February March?" asked tbo
punster, with a sickly smile. “Per¬
haps not," replied the quiet man, “but
April May.”
“I do not desire wealth for itself,"
remarked the philosopher. “No," re¬
plied the cynic, “I suppose you desire it
for yourself.”
Dr. Johnson once, speaking of a
quarrelsome Mow, said: “If be had
two ideas in his head they would fallout
with each other.
Let a woman read all the advertise ~
ments and the poetry in a newspaper
and she doesn’t care what they put in
the news columns.
A sanitary officer of Paris says there
are fully 2,600,000 rats in that city.
Stiil American girls are not afraid to go
to the French capital.
Doctor—You handled me very gently
during the cross-examination. Lawyer—
Ah, sir, I did not know how soon you
might bo handling me.
A Michigan turkey has been trained
to draw a sled. What is wanted in
Michigan, the land of raffles, is some¬
thing that will draw a turkey.
Ending of a boy’s letter from board¬
ing-school: “I can’t write any more,
for my feet are so cold that I can’t hold
a pen. Your affectionate son Tommy."
A professional plamist says a person
can never tell a lie with bis hand shut.
We know people who can tell a lio with
both hands shut and tied behind their
backs.
Queen Victoria has ordered from a
Lyons firm 2,860,000 pocket handker¬
chiefs with her picture on them, for the
occasion of her coming jubilee, thus pre¬
paring the way for the hardest and
most extensive blow her dynasty has yet
received.
Peat Bogs In Russia.
A Russian official report states that the
use of peat as fuel in factories is rapidly
increasing, and from this circumstance
the price of peat-bogs has risen so much
that a bog is worth more than a well
timbered forest. Last year twenty-eight
peat-bogs belonging to the Crown were
being worked on leases, the total area
being 6,000 acres. This year there are
thirty-three such bogs, with an area of
60,000 acres, containing peat to the esti¬
mated extent of 40,000,000 Russian cubic
fathoms. Many manufacturers are giv¬
ing up the use of wood in favor of peat,
and this is especially the case in the
province of Valdimir. Peat-cutting ma
chines are supplied chiefly from Moscow,
but a few are sent from Belgium and
Germany. The fuel has been tried fo r
railway work, but so far without any
great success.
Hard Luck.
“You say you have met with hard -Gs.
luck?” she queried of the tramp * tr
stood on the doorstep.
“Yes, indeed—very hard.”
“What was it?” i.
“Why, ma’am, I invested my last $2
in a lottery ticket and never drew a
blessed prize. Ab 1 If you rich peep’
only knew the misfortunes of the poor
—[Free Press.
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