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John Crowel Publick Teacher. Ivory Randal Committee Peletiah Peas -
Alsted March the 4- 1801
To the gen.r. SelectMen or Asesors of the Town of Gilsom these may Certify Daniel Conves has attended Publick worship with the Baptist Society in Alsted the year past and would wish to pay Taxes for the Support of the Gospel in Alsted to the Rev Mr T Higbee as Long as he Can be acomedated
Simon Brooks } Society Clark
To the Gent Selectmen or Assessors of the Town of Gilsom these May Certify that John Nash has Joined the Baptist Society in Alsted and obligated him Self to help Support the Gospel in that place Alsted March 26 - 1801
Simon Brooks } society Clark.
Gentlem Selectmen or Assesors of the town of Gilsom this may Certify that Samuel Isham has joined the Bap- tist Society in Alsted and obligated him Self to help to Support the Gospel in that place -
Alsted April 27th 1802
Simon Brooks Society Clerk
Alsted March 1-1803 -
Gentlemen Selectmen or assessors of the town of Gilsom these may certify that Mr. Timothy Dart of Gilsom has Joined the baptist Society in Asted and ingages to help support the Gospel in this place
Sinon Brooks Clerk
This may Certify that Peter Rice of Gilsom attends publck worship with the methodists in Gilsom and freely contrebutes to the support of their Minestry Signed in behalf of the Society by
March 4th 1803 John Gove Publick Teacher of the M-E-C-
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We the Subscriber John Tinkham publick teacher of the Society Calld Methodests in the town of Gilsom John Nash Sam1 Cory Comittee of Sd Society Do hereby Certify that they Sam1 Cory John Nash and Marturan Guello do Belong to Said Society and that they frequently attend with us in our Stated meeting for a religious worship John Tinkham
Sam1. Cory John Nash
Gilsom Jan 10 1805
This may certify to all to whom it may concern that John Borden of Gilsum has Join'd the Baptist Society in Sullivan and has agreed to support the Gospel there Dated Sullivan March 4th. 1806.
By order of the society Benjamin Eaton } Clerk
This may certify to all to whom it may concern that Israel Loveland of Gilsum has Join'd the Baptist society in Sullivan and has agreed, to support the Gospel there
Dated Sullivan March 4th, 1806
By order of the Society Benjamin Eaton Clerk
This may Certify whom it may Concern that Benjamin Thompson of Gilsom has Join'd the Baptist Society in Sullivan and has agreed to Support the Gospel there Sullivan march 4th 1806
By order of society Benjamin Eaton Clark
This may certify to all whom it may concern that John Withington of Gilsum has joined the Baptist society in Sullivan and has agreed to Support the Gospel there. Dated at Sullivan March 28th 1808
By order and in behalf of the Society Benjamin Eaton Society Clerk
We the Subscribers do abate the Minester taxes of those Persons here unto mentioned for the Year 1806 Viz Eben' Bill $4.71 Josh. Isham Iddo Kilburn
John Bordin Israel Loveland Jed. : Carpenter
Marturin Guyllo Benj Thomson
Dan1 Convas Pelat· Pease Jr John Nash
Sam1. Isham
Timt Dart
Sam1. Cory
Jont Pease
Sam1 Whitney
Secect
Sam1 Bill
Men
F. (Page'161.)
The following verses appeared in print at that time.
Upon the thirty-first of May, Appeared in Keene at break of day, A mob both bold and stout; Great Captain Mack of Gilsum town Had gathered them and brought them down To rout the Tories out.
A sentinel the night before, Had been dispatched to every door, That none should get away ; Then with his flashing sabre drawn, He with his men came marching on, At dawning of the day.
As through the street he proudly rode, He paused at every marked abode, And ordered with a shout, The guard to make all proper haste, As they had little time to waste, And turn the prisoners out.
And so they marched the place all through And searched each house and cellar too, Where lurked a luckless Tory ; And then returned to Hall's to get From secret friends the prom sed wet, And gather up the glory.
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But when to Davis Howlett came This news, it set his soul aflame, And messengers most fleet Were hurried forth to call to arms, His men prepared for war's alarms, To meet him at the street.
And answering to their Captain's call, They haste with musket, powder, ball, And form in battle line ; Prepared to give Mack's lawless crew Hot work, if they should still pursue Their villanous design.
Then gallant Mack no whit afraid, Drew up in turn with great parade ; When Col. Alexander, From Winchester, on fiery steed, Came dashing in with furious speed, The regiment's Comnrander.
And riding up to Mack and men, With shout that made all ring again, He cried, " now tell me true, I put the question as a friend, If Captain Mack you still intend, Your object to pursue."
"I do," Mack with an oath replied, " My object will not be denied - I'm ready for the strife, For now I tell you as a friend To keep my prisoners I intend, At hazard of my life."
Then said the Colonel, "if this be Your purpose, for eternity You may as well prepare, For every man of you that's found, Five minutes hence, upon this ground, Assuredly will be there."
What got the mighty valor then, Of dauntless Mack and all his men, That none delayed to fight ? That taking to their heels they fled, And such their horror of cold lead, That some near died of fright ? * * * *
(A stanza here is lost.)
Then found the prisoners quick release, And in the streets of Keene was peace, And shouts of merry laughter Rung out to see the braggarts flee, As if they thought that certainly The Devil must be after.
The women, taking up the sport, Made music of fantastic sort, Their pantry timbrels beating; And dinner horns all round about Peeled curious blare and funny shout, To cheer them in retreating.
நல்வினை பண்ணை கு பரணிதேவை
Very truly yours Vio. M.Hammond
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Hurrah for Keene ! Huzza for Keene! Which would not let a thing so mean, Within her bounds be done ; And may I, should Mack's rabid train, E'er come to visit us again, Be here to see them run.
G. (Page 182.)
The following are the verses, by Dr. George W. Hammond, referred to on page 134. THE FIRST SETTLERS OF GILSUM.
The worthy band who cleared our land, When Gilsum young was rated, The old first stock, a pious flock, Who hither emigrated From " old blue laws " for the same cause That bees have when a swarming ; - The parent hive too full to thrive, New settlements thus forming.
First on the ground there then was found Our Kilburns, Bonds, and Adams, With housewives fair their toils to share, First rate industrious madams : Though neat as wax, in spinning flax Their fingers were quite nimble, And nothing loth made all their cloth O'er which they. plied the thimble.
With right good wills, then came our Bills Which never were protested ; Wilcox was there to fight the bear Which his sure aim molested; Hard was the scratch, he found his match In wrestling with old bruin, But Osgood's shot upon the spot, Alone saved him from ruin.
As brisk as larks, then came our Marks, Our Hurds, and Bliss, and Deweys, And numerous Darts to play their parts, And nothing, sure, more true is, Than that the rolls which proved men's souls, When liberty was pending, Found Gilsum men with courage then Their country's rights defending.
To wield the ax, then came our Macks, Our Hammonds and our Blishes ; The pulpit, too, calls one to view, From whom sprung all our Fishes. From sacred page to youth and age The Christian virtues teaching, The town at large composed his charge ; All listened to his preaching.
We next will write of Church, and White, Of Loveland, and of Pease, All worthy names with hardy frames To fell our forest trees. A Hayward, too, with compass true, Did up the town's surveying ;
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Upon our land his corners stand, Ilis science still displaying.
Well known to fame is Whitney's name, And Hosmer, too, we'll mention, 'Taylor and Ware must also share A part of our attention. Memory will claim a Ballard's name With pious Mrs. Baker, Nor in the dark will we leave Clark, Nor Chapin, essence maker.
Our Carpenter, he made some stir, His jokes they were so ready, And close allied, each Isham's bride, Frugal, sedate, and steady. Binghams, and Fullers too, by turns, Were hitched in Hymnen's traces; - So warm the flame of Cupid burns, When lit between some races.
Then came our Smiths, as tough as withes, From Scottish stock descending; And many more we might name o'er, To honest thrift attending; Plain, honest folk with hearts of oak, Unlike your modern dandy; Inured to toil, to till the soil These pioneers were handy.
Their sons inherit that lively spirit Which stirred their sires to action; The female race still hold their place, In point of true attraction ; Though far away they're prone to stay, Yet I'll engage to thank 'e, If in the race, you ever trace Aught but a true-born Yankee.
A POEM.
Delivered on several occasions at Temperance meetings by Geo. W. Hammond M. D. at the request of the Sons of Temperance. (See page 93.) .
Worthy Patriarch and brothers, I gladly would give way to others, And silent be, but for the call So kindly given in our hall, That I in public should rehearse, What I offered there in verse. Somewhat amended and corrected I'll give the substance as expected. My muse, I own is some fantastic, Its style is somewhat Hudibrastic ; And I must say that when I penn'd it, I did not know how I should end it; I wrote my thoughts just as they rose, 'Thout plan or plot unto the close. I did not aim at witticism, Nor smooth my verse for criticism; I often write when I have leisure A pastime 'tis for my own pleasure; But lest you think I'm prone to ramble, I now will close this long preamble.
The world 'tis said is but a stage, And people all of every age,
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Whate'er the color of their faces, Are merely actors in their places. Life is the tragedy they play, New scenes are acted out each day ; Old Time each morn the curtain lifts, The Scenery and the actors shifts ; He ushers those of tender age, And old ones shuffles off the stage; And what perhaps is something strange The players oft their parts do change. He who to-day rolls in his wealth, Obtained by fraud perhaps, or stealth, To-morrow may be counted poor, And beg his bread from door to door. The rich man's son with haughty brow, May scorn the lad who holds the plow ; Yet time in his mysterious ways, The one may sink the other raise To highest honors in the nation And e'en the first may seek the station Of waiter to the lad he spurned And eat the bread he thus has earned.
But none meet this reverse much quicker Than he who sells the drunkard liquor; Nine times in ten before life closes, His face is decked with tipplers' roses ; His fiery rum-bedizened nose, Oft like a heated poker glows ; So luminous the end doth shine, That well 'twould serve him for his sign. His victims' fate his own resembles, He closes life with " Devils' Trembles." Fit judgment for the murderous knave, That he should fill a drunkard's grave, But others suffer for his shame, Who cannot share with him the blame; His wife for rum must be deserted, His children's morals be perverted, And worst of all to be bewailed, This direful curse is oft entailed; For none so oft make " drunken fellers,"
As do the sons of liquor sellers. The sequel, brothers, thus we trace,
Of one who wars against his race; To nothing does his trade contribute Except the prison and the gibbet. His wares he cares not to exhibit, Arrayed for show at county fair, And claim a premium for them there. No, of his work he is ashamed, And angry is to hear it named ; When sober men do grace his floor He'll kick his drunkards out of door. He knows they will return again, Maugre the insult and the pain, Drawn by the poison of the still, To drop their coppers in his till. Though drunkard makers cry "fanatic " We will denounce their trade piratic, Nor will we cease while we have breath, Until they cease their work of death ; - For drunkard making is a trade, And thus the modern sot is made : In blandest smiles and words most fair, For our young men they spread the snare ; Under the guise of social cheer
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They start the flame with filthy beer, Knowing well the time will come, Its place will be supplied with rum Or gin or liver-gnawing brandy, Or even whiskey if 'tis handy. If beardless boys will drink their beer, They know the time is drawing near, When these same lads with bloated faces,
Will be safe harnessed in their traces ; And for the sake of filthy grog, Will do their bidding like a dog ! No cringing cur will make speed faster, Or louder bark to please his master. Then let me say, young men beware, And shun the liquor seller's snare ; What though he taunt or scoff or sneer, Touch not his filthy, poisonous beer. -
Our legislators so discreet, In general court do yearly meet, Their business, rightly understood Is framing laws for public good. - Laws that are wholesome and judicious, Protect the weak, restrain the vicious ; And right it is laws should be made, Suppressing crime of every shade;
And those are surely wholesome laws,
Which wisely made do reach the cause ; But legistalors are but men, And so may err, no wonder then,
If they sometimes mistake their mission
Allured perhaps by false ambition, And mighty evils overlook To save the trout in " Fishers brook," Or seek to stay our heaviest woes, By ten cent bounty on the crows : The rumseller with poison freighted, May cast his hook when thus 'tis baited, It matters not if these curmudgeons,
Do catch our young men off like gudgeons .. If we can make the villain crow, Just leave the tender corn to grow, In giving bounty to the killer, No matter if the base distiller, Should wrest that corn from true intent, Destroy its use for aliment, And through the process of the still, A poison make destined to kill A score of young men in each village, Provided they can reap the pillage.
'Tis strange in this enlightened age That men denominated sage, Should on such small things spend their time And overlook this monster crime; Or frame a weak law bad as none To act on men with hearts of stone, But gallant Maine the work has done, The traffic stopped, the victory won In spite of Boston's wicked bribes, Or her distillers' taunts and gibes ; And well does she her law enforce, Cutting the stream off at its source; Gathering laurels on her brow, By aid of such men as Neal Dow.
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Read her reports and be admonished, For every one must be astonished, Who carefully reads her reports, Of pauper bills and police courts, The cost of both reduced full half ! Tax paying men will surely laugh ! -
Our heavy taxes mostly come, By reason of the trade in rum ;
The poisonous product of the still,
The poor house and the prison fill;
It makes the murderer's conscience reel
Then nerves his arm and points the steel,
Nor need we, brothers, to enquire
What lights so oft the midnight fire. These and a host of other crimes, Tried by our courts in modern times, Which swell so full their lengthy dockets, Must all be paid for from our pockets. Just for the liquor sellers' gain
Our farms are mortgaged to maintain The paupers that are yearly made
By their nefarious wicked trade. Have we not then sufficient cause To strive with Zeal for better laws That will protect our hard earned gains,
And free the drunkard from his chains ?
Must we sit down with folded hands And tolerate these rum brigands Who fill the earth with crime and wo,
And merely say "why do ye so " ?
No! let us say in thunder tone Ye foes to men ! with hearts of stone ! Ye vampires ! and ye orphan makers ! Of every crime ye are partakers.
Ye pauper-making pirate crew,
To your vile trade now bid adieu ;
No longer shall your loathsome shops, Where ye deal out your poison slops, Pollute the land which gave ye birth ; We'll hunt your traffic from the earth.
O! what an Ishmaelitish calling It is to live by others falling, To live by dealing death to others, And breaking hearts of wives and mothers.
Must we forever draw our purses To prop up this the worst of curses ?
Forbid it every worthy son, Let justice in the case be done ; Amend the law and give it force ; And then will justice in its course Uncork the demijohn and flask, And knock in head the liquor cask, And let the poisonous fluid run; And brothers, we'll enjoy the fun. Gilsum, N. H. Dec. 1851.
The following is one of the songs referred to on page 94. THE PROSPECT.
A hundred years hence, What a change will be made In customs and morals, In taverns and trade, In landlords who fatten, Upon the fool's pence ;
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How things will be altered, A hundred years hence.
A hundred years hence, And less I am thinking, Will no silly pretence, Be made for rum-drinking ; Let the vender now revel, All people of sense Will think him a devil, A hundred years hence.
Our laws they will then, In my humble belief, Place rumselling men, Along with the thief, And rumselling deem, The greater offence ; Even so will it seem A dozen years hence.
Rumsellers' attention, They then may bestow, On raising potatoes, Or learning to mow, Or some honest calling They choose to commence,
For their trade will be ended, A hundred years hence.
A hundred years hence, What wonder 'twill give That we ever suffered, Rumsellers to live ? That they were not punished, With vengeance intense, All will be astonished, A hundred years hence.
A hundred years hence, When a Barnum comes round Among his rare shows, I presume may be found, The last rumseller's skin, Stuffed and dressed in his clothes, And the monkeys will grin, As they twig his red nose.
H. (Page 195.)
The following specimen will show something of the spirit and finish of Mr. Fish's poetry. THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA.
The tribes of the Lord were encamped by the sea : Their fetters had dropped : 'twas the host of the free. With chariot and horse the Egyptians drew near, Prepared for their slaughter, and hung in their rear. But the chief of the chosen had lifted his rod, And it fell on the waves in the name of his God. The depths of the deep were all hardened and bare, The way of salvation was laid for them there. A light for their passage hung out in the sky, And the waters stood sentry while Israel passed by.
Glisha J. Fish
THE HELIOTYPE PRINTING CO. 126 PEARL ST. BOSTON
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But where is the foe in the height of his pride ? He entered the waters, and vanished, and died. One sepulchre serves for the lord and the slave ; One winding sheet wraps both the coward and brave. Their chariots are broken and sunk in the deep : Their horses and horsemen have found their last sleep. One frown from on high, - one flash of the wave, And the glory of Egypt was bowed to the grave. The Amorite lists to the sound of her cry, And his counsel shall fail, and his courage shall die; For Jeshurun's king, at the word of the Lord, Is marching to Canaan, the promised reward.
I. (Page 250.)
The following Hymn was sung at the Golden Wedding of Mr. and Mrs. James Downing, Feb. 21, 1861. It was written for the occasion by Mrs. Alice M. Adams.
Our parents; 'tis of you, Kind, noble, just, and true, Of you we sing; Here, where your parents died, Home of your children's pride, From this much-loved hill-side; Our voices ring.
Our parents ; you we greet, As at this home we meet, On this glad day. From homes both far and near, With partners, children dear We've come; all, all are here, Not one away.
Our parents' God we praise For lengthening out their days, This day to see. May He their best loved Friend, Cause blessings to descend On them till time shall end, --- Eternally.
J. (Page 228.)
The following lines were written by Emily G. Hayward, in the third year of the war, in response to the taunt- ing question : --
"IS IT WORTH ALL THIS ? " Is it worth all this ? Worth the treasure freely given, Worth the cries sent up to Heaven From the hearts so sadly riven; - Is it worth all this ?
Is it worth all this ? All the anguish and the aching, That such fearful wounds are making, All the tears from hearts so breaking; - Is it worth all this ?
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Is it worth all this ? All the life-blood it is spilling, All the graves that now are filling With the brave who were so willing; - Is it worth all this ?
Is it worth all this ? Aye! the wounded and the dying On the field of battle lying, While for them our hearts are sighing, Say ""Tis worth all this."
Yes ! and more than this ! They will say they went most gladly, Though the conflict raged so madly, Tell you not to weep them sadly, For 'tis worth all this !
It is worth all this l For a holy cause they're fighting, Wrongs of past years they are righting, Peace and Liberty uniting, - Yes ! 'tis worth all this !
It is worth all this ! For our Flag, each danger braving, With its colors o'er them waving, 'Tis our Country they are saving, And 'tis worth all this !
K. (Page 395.)
The following specimens will give some idea of the versatility of Mr. Sturtevant's muse.
SONNET.
On the Death of General Alex". Hamilton. [Published in the Cambridge Gazette in the Summer of 1804.]
On worth entomb'd, and honor's hallow'd bier, Let those who prize them, drop the sacred tear. Columbians, mourn your peerless Chieftain dead, And let immortal laurels deck his bed. Untimely death, by fate's mysterious hand, Hath cut off virtue from our weeping land;
Despoil'd its fairest flower ; perfection mourns - Her noblest model to the dust returns. The scholar's pattern, and the soldier's guide;
The sage civilian, and the statesman's pride; -
Friend to the worthy, to the base a rod; " An honest man - the noblest work of God." Columbia's genius mourns her fav'rite son ; The friend of man, the matchless HAMILTON. Aug. 2, 1804. CLIO.
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[Published in the Balance May 14, 1805.] THE MILCH-BEAR. In days of yore, a good old grannam, At fifty pounds, old ten .* per annum, Was hir'd to keep the village school; To learn the girls to knit - the boys to read, And teach the little children, all, the creed; To say their pray'rs, And such affairs, And each to practise well the Golden Rule. * OLD TENOR - an antique currency.
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So well this pious woman play'd her part, Each scholar got his catechism by heart; The Bible, too, (Though strange, 'tis true,) Was the sole book from which she taught 'em : It was their chief delight Some passage to recite, And by such gentle means, to love her, brought 'em.
One day, she call'd a pupil up to read, Who having found her place, did thus proceed - The little maid Was not afraid, But boldly read from Gen'sis twenty-four; And as she did rehearse The forty-seventh verse, She read these words, " whom Milcah bore " -
"Stop ! stop!" the lady cried, in accents wild -
" You've read the passage wrong, I'm sure, my child ; - " Pray read that sentence o'er again." At which the girl began to stare, And stammered out "whom Milcah bare " --- "Ay! ay!" replied the mistress, " now 'tis plain - For they might MILK A BEAR -- I knew't before, But 'tis impossible to MILK A BOAR." PROTEUS.
L. (Page 157.)
Since Chapter 27 was in press, still another version of " the Great Bear Hunt " has been received. Gilman Joslyn Esq. of Boston writes as follows.
"I lived in that part of Stoddard known as 'Leominster Corner,' and was at that time, December, 1816, twelve years old. As we children were returning from school, we found the neighborhood in commotion. The story was that Isaac Rowe of Marlow was out with his dogs and had started a bear, and had been following him all day ; that the bear had gone into Gilsum, and had crossed the road near where Mr. Guillow lived. It had been decided to turn out the next morning, with all the force they could raise by giving notice during the evening to people in Gilsum and Sullivan. Boylike I wanted to go, but hardly dared to ask so great a privilege. Finally, with much strain of courage, I put the question to my father. He replied ' If you should go, and the bear should come at you, how will you defend yourself ? He might kill you.' I pulled out of my pocket a large jackknife, the blade of which was of the butcher-knife type, which on that day, I had swapped for, with ninepence to boot, with Sam Buss of Marlow. I told father that would fix the bear if he should come at me. He looked at the knife, and at me, and said, "You may go.' Most of the evening was spent in putting the best edge on that jackknife that my knowledge of the art would admit. Early in the morning we started to meet the company. Some were armed with guns, some with pitchforks, and others with axes and tin horns. My brother Luke had an ax. Our com- pany, old men, young men, and boys, all eager for the hunt, and talking bear, proceeded to the place where the bear crossed the road. Here the method of procedure was decided. 1. No one should fire at the bear until the order was given by Col. William Wilson. 2. If any one saw the bear, a horn should be blown. 3. No one, in any event, was to fire until the bear was driven into a hollow, so that no one on the opposite side would be hit. Then the company spread out as far as they could and see one another. Capt. Edward Phelps, on his white-faced mare, took the road toward Gilsum, while Col. Wilson led the left wing toward Sullivan. We proceeded slowly and cau- tiously toward the west, the Gilsum and Sullivan people, on the other side of the circle to gather in and meet us. At length the blast of a horn was heard in the woods at a distance. That sound gave the company great joy, for by that they knew Bruin was in the ring. On we went with renewed zeal, over ledges, logs, and brush. Soon we heard the horn again. As the circle became smaller, the bear was very restless and ran from side to side o ring which now surrounded a hollow. Soon, and without any order, a gun was fired. . Then I saw the bear heard two or three other guns. Wilder Knight, Enos Locke, and others who had no guns, went for the bear as he was climbing up a ledge, caught him by his hind legs, pulled him down, and held him as they would a hog. I ran and gave Wilder Knight my jackknife, with which he stuck the bear, and he soon bled to death. He was judged to weigh 300 lbs. or more." The rest of the story is substantially as told by all. How they ate Mrs. White's bread, and drank Mr. Smith's "New Rum Toddy" is alike remembered by every one. Mr. Joslyn continues : - "It was now dark and we started for home, a jovial set, but somewhat crooked. We passed the high bridge at the Pease Mill. From that time my memory grew indistinct, but on its revival I was in Capt. Phelps's kitchen, before the fire, at ten o'clock in the morning. I was told that the Captain brought mne on his horse before him. Capt. Phelps, brother Luke, and myself were all from our corner who arrived home that night."
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