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subscribed or not—is responsible for the
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ued, he must pay all arrearages, or the pub
lisher may continue *o send it until payment
is made, and collect the whole nmonnt.
whether the paper Is taken from the office or
n >t.
3. The courts have decided that refusing
to take newspapers and periodicals from the
postoffice, or removing nnd leaving them un
called for, is prima facie evidence of inten
tional fraud.
TOWN DIRECTORY.
M ator —Thomas G. Barnett.
Commissioners—l> B. Bivinp, E: R.
James, G. P. Bivins. W. B. Pierce.
Cr.RRK—G. P. Bivins.
Tp.easCßßß—-W. S. Shell.
Marshals —S. A. BeMing, Marshal.
B. II MeKneely, Deputy.
JUDICIARY.
A. M. StpRRR, - JlldgP.
F. D. Dtshukr, - - Solicitor General.
Butts—Second Mondays in March and
September
Menry—Third Mondays in January and
Jalv.
Monroe —Fourth Mondays in February,
and August,
Newtoa—Thin! Mondays in March and
September.
I’ike—First Mondays in April and Octo
ber.
Rockdale—Third Mondays in February and
and Aug ust.
Spalding—First Mondayp in February
and August.
Upson—First Mondays in May and No
▼ember.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Mrthodist Episcopal Ghuroh, (South,)
Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
p. m. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening
Mkthodist Protrstant Church. First
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 9
A. K.
Christian Church, W. S. Fears, Pastor.
Second Sabbath in each month.
Baptist Church. Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas
tor. Third Sabbath in each month.
DOCTORS
]\R. J. O.TURNIPSEED will attend to
-»* all calls day or night. Office i re6i
denoe, Hampton, Ga.
IkR. W. H. PEEBLES treats all dis
-I " eases, and will attend to all calls day
and night. Office at the Drug Store,
Broad Street, Hampton, Ga.
08. 1). F. KNOTT having permanently
located in Hampton, oflers his profes
sional serf ices to the citizens of Hampton
and vicinity. All orders left at Mclntosh’s
store will receive prompt ottention. sp2(i
»R. N. T. BARNETT tenders his profes
sional services to the citizens of Henry
and adjoining counties, and will answer calls
day or night. Treats all diseases, of what
ever nature. Office at Nipper’s Drug Store,
Hampton, Ga. Night calls can be made at
my residence, opposite Berea church. apr26
JF PONOER, Dentist, has located in
• Hampton, Ga., and invites the public to
call at his room, upstairs in the Bivins
House, where he will be found at all hours.
Warrants all work for twelve months.
LAWYERS.
CW. HOD NETT, Attorney aud Coun
• sellor at Law, Jonesboro, Ga. Prompt
attention given to all business.
GKORGR P. BIVINS, Attorney at Law.
Will practice in the State and Federal
Court*. Collection* promptly attended to.
Office up stairs in the Mclntosh building.
.Hampton, Ga. marl2tf
rp C. NOLAN Attorney at Law, Mc-
A • Donough, Georgia; Will practice in
the counties composing the Flint Circuit;
the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the
Uuited States District Court.
WM. T. DICKEN, Attorney at Law, Me
Donough, Ga. Will practice in the
counties composing the Flint Judicial Cir
cuit, the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the
United States District Court. (Office up
staira over W. C. Sloan’s.) apr27-ly
GKO. M. NOLAN, Attornky at Law,
McDonough, Ga. (Office in Court house )
Will practice in Henry and adjoining coun
ties, and in the Supreme and District Courts
of Georgia. Prompt attention given to col
lections. mch23-6rn
JF. W ALL, Attorney at Law, Hamp»
. ton.Ga Will practice in the counties
composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, and
the Supreme and District Conrts of Georgia.
Prompt attention given to collections, ocs
EDWARD J. RF,AGAN, Attorney at
law. Office up stairs in the Mclntosh
building, Hampton, Ga. Special attention
given to commercial and other collections.
BF. McOOLLUM, Attorney and Coun>
• sellor at L*w, Hampton, Ga. Will
practice in I lenry, Clayton, Fayette, Coweta,
Pike, Meriwether, Spalding and Butte Supe
rior Courts, and in the Supreme and United
States Courts. Collecting claims a specialty.
Office uo stairs in the Mclntosh Building.
•• REMEMBER!''
Rememher, when tl.e timid dawn nnclo«es
Her magic palace to the sun’s bright
beams.
Remember, when the pensive night reposes
Beneath her silvery veil iu tender dreams,
When the pleasures call thee, when thy
heart is light,
When to sweet fancies shade invites at night.
List, through the deep woods ring
Sweet voices murmuring,
Remember I
Remember, when fate’s cruel hand hus bro
ken ,
For aye the tie that bound my life with
thine,
When with long years and exile grief un
spoken,
Despairing hearts nnd blasted hopes are
mioe,
Think of my love, think of my last adieu ;
Absence and time are naught when love is
true,
Long as my heart shall beat,
Ever it shall repeat,
Remember!
Remember, when beneath the cold ground
lying,
My broken heart forever is at rest,
Remember, when some lovely flower is try
ing
Its petals soft to open on my breast ;
Thon wilt not see me, but my soul, set free.
Faithful in death shall still return to thee.
Then hark to the sad moons
Of a deep vo'ce that groans,
Remember!
—*Alfred de Mussett.
The Fashion in Pistols.
There has never been much said in this
State about the pistol trade of this town,
and no explanation has ever been mode of
this neglect. Yesterday a man who views
this subject through the spectacles of impor
tance, entered a hardware s'ore, and became
so much interested in a conversation about
the different kinds of pistols that to give a
few points to the public may not be out of
place. Just here it may be appropriate to
remark that the man had just come from the
“Narth,” where discussions of our revolver
trade are entered ioto with great spirit by
people who believe that the "sii'king bottle”
in this State shoots six times.
••You have quite a lot of revolvers, I see.
I am from the Narth, and don’t know much
about pistols.”
“Yes,” said the dealer, “we have a mag
nificent selection "
“Have you a revolver chamber of com
merce in this c*ity.”
“Oh, yes ; regularly organized. We meet
in a church, and our President, the parson,
is said to be the best shot in Little Rock.
One of the deacons threw a hymn-book at
him one day, and the parson, calitog the
attention of the congregation to the feat he
was about to perform, drew a pistol and
shot the deacon's ears off He had a split
bullet in the pistol, and arranged the shot so
that the ball divided just as it reached the
deacon's nose and performed this wonderful
piece of work. Since then his salary has
been raised. It is strange how ignorant the
Northern people are.”
“Very remarkable, indeed. lam a cor
respondent of a religious paper, nod I’ll
make a note of it. What kind of a pistol
do you call this?” pointing to a large Rem
ington.
“It’s called companionship. It is princi
pally used by old friends who kill each other
earnestly and mannerly. It is not recog
nized, though, in polity society. You rarelv
ever find one in a ball room. Here's the
fashionable pistol in summer," taking up a
small Smith & Wesson, “oot it’s rather too
light for winter use, except on“low-neck and
short-s'eeve occasions. I have been think
ing of making my wife a present of this one.
And this one," be continued, taking up a
peari-handled self cocker, “I shall present
to my son upon his debut into society. It
is a very fine article and is only used to
shoot people gentlemanly and politely. Here
is a Sunday pistol,” taking up a carved and
flowered weapon. “It wouldn’t be polite to
kill a man with it only oo Sunday. Here’s
an old horse-pistol. Ain't she a motherly
old gal, though ?"
The man from the “Narth” made notes of
the information. —LitlU Rock Gazelle.
“Who,” shrieks an exchange, “is running
this country ?” Now, don’t get excited
about it. Keep cool and preserve your
equanimity. We are running it. We do
all the work after regular office hours, and
it doesn’t cost the government a cent. We
intended to keep the matter a profound se
cret, but when an editor gets op on bis hind
legs and howls, “Who’s running this Gov
ernment ?” it is time to speak out.
HAMPTON, GEORGIA,'FRIDAY, MARCH 26, -1880,
Whooping Her Up.
Now, in the days of Frankhutu the king,
it was so that Frankfelps, the king's mes
senger, went out into the land ol Ike Hawk
eye and made proclamation nnto the people,
saying :
■‘What dost Ihou knowest, and if thou
knowest naught, what is it ?’*
For he said within himself, ‘Verily, that
which they know not is as the sand upon the
sea shore as compared with that which they
know, and it will go farther to fill up "
But the people held their peace, lor the
times were barren and there waa a famine of
items ia the land.
ft. And the king’s messenger returned, and he
quoted from the wise man, and said: ‘‘o a
verity, it is as Solomon said when he was
local on the Jerulasm Overtaker, there is
nothing news under the sun ”
But the king commanded him, saying,
“Whoop her up I”
And it was so that Frankfelps, the king’s
messenger, was wroth, and he said :
“Wbut is this that the king coinmandeth ?
That I shall make brick without Straw ?”
And he got him a note-book that was as
big a 9 an atlas, and girded np his loins and
went forth.
And he spoke nn'o a man on South Hill,
saying : ‘-The smoke ns of a horning as
cendeth from that back vard : tell me, I pray
thee, what is the cause thereof ?”
And the South FI ill man said : “Of a ver
ity it is only the ash-barrel, and is it not
already pnt out ?”
But the king’s messenger was glad, and
he opened his note-book and wrote therein :
“Dreadful Holocaust I The Devouring
E' ment sweeps over South Bill! The Dun
Clouds of Murky Smoke blot out the Sun
light ! The Fiery Flames with Forked
Tongues fly through the Lurid Atmos
phere !”
And his heart was glad. And it wis so
that he m<‘t a boy at the depot wiling ap
ples, six for a nickel, to the travelers on the
train. And the lad was weeping.
So the king’s messenger sayetli unto him :
• Whence so much weeppth ?”
But the lad said : ‘ Verily, when I would
sell mv apples on the train, the train boy
rose up against me, and entreated me rough
ly. and tossed my apples under the baggage
truck, and inv-sled me even with the order
of the G. B ”
Which by interpretation is, the Grand
Bounce.
And the messenger laughed and made
merry with himself and wrote in his note
book :
“Another Mercantile ludustry Paralyzed 1
The Iron Heel ol Monopoly upon the Neck
of Honest Enterprise I A Prouiioent Bus
iness Honw Ruined by Pitiless Competition
and Corporate Privileges!”
Then he saw a man who had tarried long
at the wine, and was telling his aspirations
and fears even unto the sileot Indian who
staodeth in front of the cigar store and de-
Indeth mankind with wooden tobacco. And
while the man talked the officer commanded
him that he should hush it up. And he
would not, bnt spake even yet more loudly
And the officer cl ipped the “come aloogs"
onto him, and run him in, and took him
t-ven when he would not.
And his messenger wrote in his book :
“Despotism Unmasked 1 Liberty Assail
ed by the Iron H ind of Might I The Right
of Free Speech Trampled Uponl Right of
the People to Assemble and Discuss Ignor
ed ar.d Outraged ”
Then it was so th.it be met a boy who
had trod upon a nail in the plank walk, and
the lad was weeping and twearing.
And the messenger smiled and entered op
on bis chrnnicles;
"Heart rending Accident I The Bleeding
and Mangled Body of the Victim Convey
ed to His Home I”
Then he parsued his journey ami saw a
West Hill man at work, and be said unto
him : “Friend, what doest thou ?”
And the man said : “Lo, thou seest ; I
urn taking down this old front gate, which
many years aud a few daughters have ren
dered well nigh useless.”
And the king’s messenger sighed and wrote
the head-lines in his book of chronicles :
“The Icoooclasra of Progress! Anoth
er old Landmark gone 1”
Then it was so that he saw yet another
man who was busy, ami when ho saw that
the man was patching a bad place in tbe
roof of his barn with new shingles he wrote :
“Hammer and hatchet! New Buildings
Going up oo North Hill I New roofs that
Mock tbe Cloud-, and Stately D imes that
Kiss the Stare!”
And he closed the book of record apd
was merry, and he humped himseif back in
to the office and commanded that they should
place before him five bundles of new paper
and u barrel of ink.
And ti e king was astonished, and said
unto the messenger: “How is the city?"
And the messenger made obeisance unto
the king and said :
“Oh. king, live forever I The land of the
Hawkeyt is bully Only out thre hours
and six triple headers, with four wards to
bear from I Order on twenty quires extra,
and send word to the trains I”
And when the king was gone ou*. Fran
kiefelps, the king’s messenger, looked at the
youngest servitor of the king, who held his
pe>oe. for h > was amazed and wot not how
it come so, for he himself had been out all
morning, and had returned again nnto his
place, barren.
But the king’s messenger, while he looked
upon the yonng man, let fall the lid of his
eye, that it well nigh closed, and he laid his
finger upon his nose, and he said nnto the
yonng mun :
‘ Sonnie, be of good chpcr; thou hast
mneh to learn; nevertheless, this is the way
the old thing works.”
And the next day the pnper sold like
smoke.
And the people marveled nnd said, one to
another : “Is it not dread r nl that daily such
things should happen in our midst ?”
And theyjocked the doors ere they went
to bed at night.
And the king’s messenger held his pence
and looked wise ; nnd lie snid unto the peo
ple :
“No man but myself knoweth what a day
has to bring forth.”
fio he abode long in the land an 1 whoop
ed her up each day with an exceeding great
whoop, until the whonnness of the whoop
thereof waxed fat and kicked, nnd sounded
like nnto a switch engine. —Burlington
Hawkeye
The Classic Drunkard Defies
Fate.
The bar keeper was about to elownp.
H<‘had saiil ro several times, mi l had put
out all the lights hut one. The old fixtures
had shook the sawdust from their feet and
reloelantly directed their footsteps home
ward Otdy a stranger remained, a dark,
saddened man. who sat demurely op a stool
ami kept his thumbs revo‘vmg aronnd each
other, like white mice tnrning a little wh’el.
When the coast was clear he ptepped up to
the bar and said softly : “May I whisper n
word in your ear T" “Yon may, mister, if
vou will be quick about it,” replied the
drink-mixer, with his hand on the lamp
screw. “I want yon, now that we are all
alone, to fill me a flask of your best whisky
for family sickness,” said the stranger, draw
ing out an ancient wallet with twenty
fathoms of leather string wound around it—
a well-worn wallet, that looked as if all the
waves and billows of bad luck had beat upon
it, and gone over it, nnd through it. and
flattened it, and polished it, and washed it
out clean. The bar-man filled him up a
pint, shoved down the cork until it squ aked,
wiped the bottle dry, and set it upon the
counter.
“The autumn*! air is getting a trifle
tartish.” soliloquized Ihe stranger. “Would
you have any objection to my taking a little
liver-padder from my bottle?”
He filled the tumbler quite full, took it as
he did paregoric in the days of bis infancy,
ami then remarked :
“Perhaps, on the whole, as the night has
far waned, and my family are on their spiral
springs’ end in their trnndlee, you had better
put my bottle away on the upper shelf, and
when Phoebus Apollo begins to canter his
golden prances along the avenues of the
purpling east, I will call for it, and you may
then assess me the appropriate amount of
ducats. ”
The bar-be n per sprang over the bar and
began to kick him.
“What!” be said, sweetly, “you kick me
after I have drank ? Don't you know but
ter than that ? Kick me with both feet—l
cannot feel you even then. Before I took
that glass, if you had but shook your fist at
me you would have wounded me—hurt me ;
but now 1 scorn your physical punishment.
Good night,” be said, as he stood oq the
doorstep. “I see by the shadow on the side
walk that you have kicked me again. You
should remember, my irascible publican,
wbat the dear old poet said : 'Fate cannot
harm me now ; I have dined to-day.’ So
say I. I have drunk to-night Good night,
taverner I How much the sparkling firma
ment looks like a far-off city, lit up fora
festal night I Farewell 1 I shall see you
later.” —Providence Journal.
Thr Prince* of Wales smokes cigarettes ;
aud ihe Prioce, be—well, we haven’t time
to issue a sixteen-page supplement this
morning, or we’d tell what the Prioce does.
“Fruit Jars,” he said, as he looked at a
sign, aud then continued : “Yes, it does, un
less it is real ripe."
Hitting for n Photograph.
Having n pho'ograph taken Is one of the
great events of a man’s life. The chief de
si-e is to look the very host, and on the suc
cess of Ihe picture hinges, in many cases, thp
most important epoch in life To work up
a proper appearance, time enough is used
which, if devoted to catching fleas for their
phosphorous, would cancel the entire nation
al debt, and eatahlish a New York dailv
paper. When you have completed your
toilet you go to the gallery nnd force your
Slf Into a nonchalance of expression that is
o absurd for anything. Then von take the
chair, spread your legs gracefully, appropri
ate a calm and very indifferent look, nnd
commence to p rspire. An attenuated man
wiih a pale face, long hair and soiled nose,
now comes out of a cavern and adjusts the
camera. Then he gets bock ol you and tells
you to sit back as far as you can in the chair,
and that it has been a remark ihly backward
spring. After getting back till your spine
interferes with the chair itself, he shoves
your head in a pair of ice tongs, and dashes
at the camera again. Here, with a piece of
discolored velvet over his h -ad, he bo nhards
you in this manner : “Your chin out a lit
tle, if you plea-e.” The eliin is |protruded.
“That’s nicely: now a little more.” The
chin advances again, and the pomade com
mences to melt and sturt for freedom. Then
he comes hack to yon nnd slaps one of your
hands upon your leg in such a posiiion as to
give you the appearance of trying to lift it
over your head. The other is turned under
itself, and has become so sweuty that you
begin to fear thut% will stick there pnrma
nently. A new stream of pomade finds its
way out and durts downward. Then he
shakes your head in the tongs till it settles
right, and says it looks like rain, and pots
your chin oat again, and bunches ont your
chest and «ays ho doesn’t know what the
poor are to do next winter unless there is a
radical change in affairs, and then taken the
top of your head in one hand, your chin in
the other, and gives your chin a wrench that
would earn any other man a prominent po
sition in a new hospital. Then he rnns his
hand through his hair and scratches his scalp,
and steps back to the cam ra and the in
jured vtlvet for another look. By this
time new sweat and pomade huve started
out. The whites of your eyes show un
pleasantly, ami your whole body feels
like it had been visited by an enormous
cramp, and another and much bigger one
was momentarily expected. Then he points
at something for you to look at; tells you
to look cheerful and composed, and snatches
away the velvet and pulls out his watch.
When he gets tired, and you lee! there is but
very little to live for, he restores the velvet,
says it is un unfavorable day for a picture,
and immediately disappears in bis den. TheD
you get up and stretch yourself, slip on your
hat and immediately sneak borne, feeling
mean, humbled and altogether too wretched
for description. The first friend who sees
the picture says ho can see enough resem
blance to make certain it is you, but you have
tried to look too formal to be outural and
graceful. —Danbury News.
BeeclieFs Idea of Money.
In a receot sermon on the text, “The love
of money is the root of all evil,” Mr. Beech
er said : “Men despise tbe money they
have not got. but he never knew a man to
despise it when he got it, and that is as
true as anything in the proverbs. The
love of money is undoubtedly stronger in
s ime men than in others, but once knowing
tbe uses and conveniences of it, the least
worldly cling to all that comes in their
way. There used to be a popular hymn—
especially a favorite with Methodist itin
erants—
“ Not a foot of land do I possess,
No cottage in the wild'-ruess
But there is no record of an itinerant who
declined any real estate, improv' d or un
improved, that came honestly in his way.
It would have been foolish in him to do
so. The good fortune of some is the cause
of envy in others ; and it is not uncommon
to hear men who have failed of success
declaiming ag-iiast money and prof eating
contempt for those who make accumulation
of it an object of life. But reverse the con
ditions, aud your moneyless man snddeuly
ceases to deoouoce capital, and becomes con
servative in big language. The demagogue
disappears and in his pluce is the pouderous
aud respectable citizen, anxious for peace,
order and stability in society and in tbe
State. Ce*ar suspected conspiracy and
sedition in tbe lean hungry man ; leanness
of purse, with no prospect of filling it, pro
duces the same disaffected and dangerous
spirits in oar time.”
VVe Lave known some young ladies to
take five or six years to get over heiug six
teen years old.
Bb Sew Flying-Machine.
An enterprising saloon-keepor on Grand
River avenue Is always on the lookout for
any novelty that may draw cnstoifters. nnd
perhaps tire fact may have berm known to a
bla»d-laced old min who entered the place
the other day and confidentially began :
“If 1 could draw a crowd of one hundred
men to your place lice, what sum would you
be willing to give me?”
“What do you moan?*’ naked the Snlnonist.
“If it was known that 1 had in mv posses
sion a flying-machine, and that it was to fly
from your door here on a certain day nnd
hnnr, wouldn’t the novelty be euro to collect
a thirsty crowd ?”
“Yes. I think so. If vou have a fl.ing
machine nnd want to show it off here to.
morrow night, I’ll give you a dollar, and if
the machine is n success perlmp-i I'll buy it.”
‘•Well,-dr,” coni in ued the old man, in it
whisper, “I've got the boss I She flies from
th" word go! All I've got to do is to toss
her into the air, and away she sails. It’3
right down fine, nnd no clmnce for failure,
Mil I’ll be on hand at s wen o’clock to-mor
row night.”
The matter became noised about, nnd
next evening there were fifty or sixty people
in and around the saloon to witness the ex
periment. The old man arrived on time,
having some sort of a bundle under his arm,
and he collected his dollar of the saloonist
and secured several ‘treats” from the crowd.
When everyihing was finally ready, he stood
on the walk clear of th * spectators, and said ;
“Gentlemen. I warrant this thing to fly,
I didn’t invent it mym If, but 1 am now
acting as State ngent to dispose of conn'y
rights. Hundreds of men have spent years
of anxious thought and thousands of dollars
In Btx'kiug to invent flying-machines, but
this one leads them all Who will now fly,
['lease stand hack and give her a chance to
rise.”
The crowd foil back, and the man let fall
the cover hiding his bundle, and gave an old
speckled hen a to-s into the air She uttered
a dismal squawk, sailed this way and that,
and finally bumped ngainst a telegraph post
and Killed down on the roof of a low shed,
cackling in an indignant manner at being
turned loose in a strange neighborhood. It
was a full minute before the crowd was sure
that it was a h n, and during that minute
the old man is supposed to have run a dis
tance of seven blocks. A few tried to over
haul him, but it was no use. —Detroit Free
Press.
A Smoot Mi-take. —A supremely hap
py and green young countryman, with au
equally ardent happy bride, came to the
city to spend Ohristm is, and upon seeing
their names, Mr. and Mrs , for the
first time iu writing on the register of the
hotel, got considerably flurried, and when
pointed to the elevator, walked in at once,
wondering what a small parlor it was for
such a big house. The young man sud
denly remembered that he had forgotten
his carpet-bag, and ran back to the office
for It, while the elevator conductor whisked
off the surprised bride up six flights of
step 3, and brought down another lady whom
the husband embraced, suposing it to bo
his restored wife. In the meantime the
aliducted lady found her wits and the way
down stairs, and arrived In lime to witness
the rapturous embrace. The tableau w»a
highly effective, and it took four clerks
awl seven black wuiters, assisted by the
steward, to explain the situation.
How to Put Up the Stove. — A corres
pondent who says editors kuow everything,
wants to know when, how and and by whom
profanity was introduced. It was in the
fall, you poor, ignorant groveler; and it
was by the man who put up the first stove
pipe. It was done in this wise : He stood
on a stool that stood on a chair that «tood
on a table that stood on the floor in the
house that Jack built. His wife stood
looking at him and giving directions that
a man with six hands and four feet could
not have followed, when out came the pipe
from the chimney bole and down rattled
two qiiarts and a pint of soot between his
clean shirt collar and tbe back of bis neck.
Then the pipe fell over and -truck him on tbe
bead, raked down over his laveuder-breeches,
knocked the chair from under the stool, and
—well, omittiug farther detail, wneu he
came to. his wife sat on the floor laugbiug
herself to tears. Then and there the word
“damn” was introduced to this heretofore
unsatisfied people.— Aurora News.
A Lowkll demist worked at a girl’s teeth,
nearly three weeks, and it was proved ia
court that be stretched her mouth half
an inch. Tbe jury, however, decided that
a big mouth was no damage to a female^-'*''
A Texas paper desired its coutempora- %
ry“lo render to scissors the lb mgs tlmi at*
scissored.” osdKrer*' ' . A
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