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rA g ' * “*1 JS Jm ») m 7\ A WEEKLY NEWSPAPER, DEVOTED TO THE MATERIAL AND INTELLECTUAL ADVANCEMENT OF OUR COUNTRY. iHT IN POLITICS, DEMOCRATICIN PRINCIPLES, UNCHANGEABLE; FOR THE RIGHT, YESTERDAY, TO-DAY AND FOREVER. ■ < VOLUME 3. { GULLEY & MORRIS, PUBLISHERS. I FRANKLINTON, N. Cl, SEPTEMBER 23. 1886. f SUBSCRIPTION PRICE, \ l '*• $1.30 Per Tear. J imi PENSION MONEY. FRANCES E. WARDLEIGII. MI do declare for’, Eunice, them pesky bens hain’t laid but six eggs !” exclaimed Mrs. Martin, entering the kitchen door which led to the shed. “I’ve a good mind to wring every one o’ their hecks, an’ then get some o’ Mis’ Eben Morse’s chickens; hern air always master bands to lay. Guess you’ll hev to go down to the V«ore an git me a dozen o’ eggs. ' we’ve got none but these, an’ they won’t make no kind of a cake.” • , "I’d better stop to the postofficc too. hadn’t I? The mail must a’ come in by now,” replied Eunice Hillyer, Mrs. Martin’s hired girj^ and second cousin also. In this part of our onr land, serv ants, so called, were unknown; if a farmer’s wife could not do all her own work, some neighbor’s daughter was hired tuhelp her; but though she bar gained for a weekly stipend, she did not thereby lose caste; she ate with the family who employed her. entered into all Lh^ir plans and amusements, and not seldom married the farmer’s son dr brother. r'Yes, I would if I wnsyou. Mebbe you’ll git that pension o’ yourn,” said Mrs. Martin, laughingly. “Ifsobe’s you’re ever to get it, that is. “Julia Perkins was watiu’ three years, but hers come at last.” “That's so. Well, patient waitin', no iosin’,’ the sayin’ is. An’, oh,. Eunice, as you come home, spos'n you pick some o’them round wood berries; they’d look kind o’ nice on the parlor mantelshelf.” After a brief absence Eunice came back, without any letters, but with the eggs and a huge bunch of the brilliant scarlet berries of the rowau tregwhich Mrs. Mart in and her neigh bors called “round woodberries.” As she handed the latter to Mrs. Martin, she said: “Do you remember that big, squatty blue vase in the attie? I mean the one Uncle Joe brought home from Chipy an’ giv’ to mother, the very last voyage before lie was wrecked. I see one somethin’ like it, only not near so handsome, when I was down to Auguaty last week; a neighbor o’ Mis’ Parker's had it settin’ on her hearth, full of flowers. Spos’n I git mine to put these berries in?” “I would. P.ut what a creetnr yon you be fur idees, Eunice ! Now Pd never a’took .note o’ such a thing.” So Eunice went up to the attic and presently returned with a large and valuable b^ina jar which her mother had, for many years, used as a sort of catch-all. When, after Mrs. Hill yer.s death, the little house and all its furniture were sold to pay the funeral, expenses, doctor’s bill, etc., this jar was put aside for Eunice among the few thing* she might keep for herself, because it was old and useless, save as a memento of former days. Tbe Ilillyers were once in comfort able circumstances, but when Eunice’s father died, his widow sold the farra lanc's because there was ho one to at tend to them. Basil, the only son, had no taste for farming; he preferred to work in one of the many sawmills near Bangor, and was doing well when the war broke out. He h&d always given a liberal share of his wages to his “ -mother, and when, shortly after he enlisted in the army, he received a commission as second lieutenant, his pride and joy were more on accou nt of the widowed mother and little sis ter at home than for himself. Twice afterward lie was promoted, and with increased pay for himself there came increased comfort—for the loved ones. Then, in the awful Wilderness, a bullet wbizzed through the air, and Captain .Basil Hillyer, after bnta few seconds of suffering, passed into tbe better land; and there was mourning in the little farmhouse where he was born. AnJ now, beside deep igrief, the trouble of poverty^ came to Mrs. Hi 11 ycr ami her little daughter. The former was not strongs and the aid that ten-year-old Eunice could give was slight; so the two struggled along, hopeless of better days, until at last news came to their ears that p soldier's mother, a dependent upon him during bis lifetime, was entitled to a pension. The law granting such , pension bad been in fo.ee before Mrs. Jlillyer henrij of it, and then yppary months were consumed in obtaining all the apparently needless informa tion which thp Pension Office insisted upon. Now and then a fellow-townsman actually did get a pension; in one case a widow (just preparing to take to herself a second husband) was well known to have got nearly a thousand dollars; this possibly was something tangible to live and hope for. At last‘a piece of good fortune came quite near home. Mrs. Hillyeifs cousin’s daughter one Julia Perkins, received a little over twelve hundred dollars pension money, which should have come to Mrs. Perkins, but that she died a few weeks before her case was acted upon at the office in Washington. Just about the time that that spur was given to her hope, Mrs. Hillyer received an unusually explicit letter from the Pension Office, which said, without very much circumlocution,' that the one evidence npw needed was some proof, either by letters from the dead soldier or by sworn state ments from responsible persons who paid or saw paid to her'money which her son sent her before and during his service in the army, that she was actually dependent upon Captain Basil Hillyer for her maintenance. Many such letters had been received; some of them had been lost or de stroyed, but Mrs. Hillyer was veryf certain that at least a dozen of them, tied together with a bit of tape, had been but in tbat very indefinite place —somewhere. And as the son bad always been so careless as to send his money directly to her in a bank no e, there were no witnesses to any payments by him. During the search for the lost let ters death came to Mrs. Hillyer and mded all her anxieties and priva tions. In the general everhauling in cident upon the sale and removal of ier own elfects, Eunice could find no race of the much desired letters; so she concluded' that her mother had tn consciously destroyed them; and aow she spoke of her pension much is one speaks of one’s ship that is to ‘come in,” but which so rarely ever does make port. As she was emptying the jar of the bits of old string and torn newspa pers which it contained, she said to Mrs. Martin: “Be you goin’ campin’ with Ezry Knight’s folks?” “Well, dunno; I kind o’ thought I sli’d like to; we ain’t so very drove iust now, I wonder if they’ve made up their minds w here best to go?” an swered Mrs. Martin, pausing in her work of beating eggs. “I see Ida when I was to the store, an’ she says they’ve abouFdec ided to go to Sunk Haze Medder; ’tain’t so very far. Morse’s folks is all goin’.’> “Then, of course, you be, too; so I’ll hev to go to keep an eye on you an’ Eben.” “There's a good lot o’ nice strong twine in this jar,” said Eunice, irrele vantly. “Eben’s as good a fellow as ever trod shoe-leather,” continues Mrs, Martin, not to be airested in her re marks by Eunice's twine. “He ain’t 30 awful smart a3 some folks, mebbe, but ’cuteness ain’t all one looks for in a husband. I s’[)ose he can’t help bis natur’; 'twan’t his chooMn’ that lie was born o’ that money-lovin’ Morse tribe; there never was a Morse that wouldn’t squeeze a cent till it hollered! Ah, Eunice, if you’d only git that peusion, Eben’d marry you quick enough then 1 Well, you might easy get a wus man, if he is one— Why, Eunice, what’s the matter.” The last words were caused by the unwontoned sight of Eunice in tears; the girl had dropped into a chair be side the table, and, holding a letter in her hand, was weeping bitterly, sobbing as if her heart would break. “Look,” said she. w'th a sob; “one of Basil’s letters! I found them in the jar!” “Sho now !” exclaimed Mrs. Mar tin, sj’mpathetioally. “Poor Basil!” Then reraerabe ing the importance of these letters, she added, excitedly; ‘Not his army letters that you’ve been a’ scarchin’ for? Well, well, but I be glad! .Now you’ll git youi pension—and Eben. too” No one who knew the Morses was at all surprised that Eben, who had planned a long visit to relatives in Philadelphia, should offer to take the precious letters to Washington, and, if possible, glflse up Eunice’s business for her. As soon as he arrived in Washing ton Eben betook himself to the Pen sion Office (which was then in its old quarters on Pennsylvania Avenue), and on being asked by a colored man who sat at the head of the long flight of stairs which led from the street to the Commissioner’s room, the lower part of the building being occupied by a store, what his errand was, lie said he had come to see about a pen sion for Mrs, Hillyer, Captain Hill yer’s mother. This was so much mure lucid and exhaustive an answer than the man usually got to such questions, that he did not send Basil very far, only to the room of the chief Clerk, directly behind him. I Here too, Eben, being am an of few words and knowing just what he was after, in one sentence stated his errand so clearly, that he was told to whom to go for exact information. Through one or two swinging-doors, up three or four steps, through a nar row and croqked passageway, and then down three or four steps, be went with a messenger, till at last he was ushered into a small room where four clerks sat, probably at work, though three of them were listening to some quotations from the Revised Statutes which the other, a spare, upright old gentleman, was reading aloud. On making his errand known to the clerk who sat nearest the door, Eben was directed to a fatherly-looking man, with snow-white hair and beaFd, who sat by a window. He answered various questions put by this clerk, who presently said: “Oh, I see 1 The dependent mother is dead, you say?” “Yes, sir; she died in March, 1882, nigh on to two years ago.” “What papers are those which yon have? The doctors’s bilL and “No, sir; the letters which you wrote so many times for—letters from Captain Hiilyer when he sent money to tiis mother.” “Ah, j'es: the evidence of mainte nance. They’ll have to go to the 'Auditor,' of coirfse. Let me see, con tinued the clerk, consulting several ledgers while be spoke; “no, the Hiilyer cese has not yet gone to the Auditor, so 1 will take those letters, You haven’t sent on the bills yet, have you?” ‘ Bills! What bills, sir?” •‘The undertaker’8, the doctor’s—’ “But Captain Hiilyer didn’t need no doctor, poor fellow ! He was shot through the head in the Wilderness, an’ died where lie fell.” “The soldier? Oh, > es, that evidence is all right. Now, what we want is the bills furjthe mother’s last sickness and burial fthis is an accrued pensiou case, vou know.” “A wliat, sir? ’ asked puzzled Eben. “If Mrs. Milijer were alive sbe would receive twenty dollars a mouth pension, with back pay from tbe date of tbe soldier’s deatu. But she being dead tbe money reverts to the govern ment, who, however, will pay all pro perly certified bills for tbe mother's luueral, also bills lor her board, nurs ing, medical attendance, etc.” “Do you mean that her daughter caji’t have this money?” “Only in payment ofthe bill?” ••Other folks’ daughters have got their mothers’ pensions 1” “Oh, yes that used to be the cus tom ; but the Third Auditor has de cided tnat the law did not so intend dependent parents’ pensions; that such were payable only to the parent, and not to his or her heir, except in case a dependent father had left a second wile.” “Then a soldiers’s step-mother could draw his pension money even if he never saw her, or hated her like poison, while his sistei can’t touch it?” “Yes.” “I call that an abominably unjust law !” exclaimed Eben, indignantly. -.Perhaps Captain Ililiycr’s sister can get a few years’ pension as a de pendent sister. How old was she when he died?’' “No offense to you, sir, but Eunice Hillyer’ll not liave anything more to do with a Government that takes back the money it owed to her mother. If I, or any one else, owed money to Mrs. Hillyer.J this very same Government would make me pay my debt to her heirs.' Poor old lady! She ate her heart out waitin’ for this money; sbe died from sheei auxiety and overwork. If she’d had t quarter part of what was owing tc her, sbe’d be alive now!” and with these words Eben took his leave. * * * * * * A rich golden haze was in the air, and a sense of rest and contentment of feeling that it was afternoon and the day’s work was done, and even the busiest might sit idle for a brief period—came over Eunice Hillyer the day before Thanksgiving. Mr. Mar tin’s buttery was full to overflowing with spicy mince pies. Yellow custard, golden pumpkin, deep-red cranberry, and numerous other pies, were ranged in tempting rows on the jjhelyes; in the stone jars below were cookies and doughnuts enough to have fed a regi ment of hungry boys; in the deep drawers were loaf after loaf of cake —fruit, pound, cup, caramel, walnut, marble, spice, silver and gold, jelly— and there was no cakemaker in town equal to Eunice. Mrs. Martin had said to her that very morning. “Well, Eunice, as Eben got home yesterday, an’ there ain’t no word of your pension, I guess there’s no hope of it. It’s an ill wind that blows no body good, you know, an’ what should a’ done this Thanksgivin’ without you to make my cake I’m sure I don’t know; for my cousins from Bath, who are to be here to-morrow, are famous cooks, an’ I sh’d hate awfully not to have a mite of decent cake to set be fore them; an’ somehow I do have a dretful heavy hand with dough of all sorts. So it’s a mercy to me there ain’t no prospect of you marryin’ Eben MAi*on ^ Which doubtless was a comfort to Mrs. Martin, but not so much so to Eunice. The girl was coming slowly home from the. store, where she had been to make some last purchase for the morrow’s festivities, and recall ing to mind what Mrs. Martin had said, was sorely tempted to a cry’ out there in the gathering darkness all by herself. She had been so sure that, now the missing letters were in her hand, the long-for money would be herS. But she was not mercenary; it was not the coin she regretted; 'it was those fatr visions she had allowed her mental eyes to see, of a snug home where, within another year, she and Eben should have their own Thanks giving to keep, their own fat turkey to roast, their own buttery full of ap petizing dainties. She tried not to let herself sav, even if only to herself, that there was litt.c for her to give thanks for this year, and little for her to look forward to which would ever be worth remember ing on any future Thanksgiving Day. Of course Eben would not stay single for her sake; he was too fond of home life to be willing to go wifeless all his days, and there were at least two girls of her ac^uaitance who would gladly marry him. As she thus meditated, Eben’s voice sounded in her ear; “Well, Eunice, here I am.” •‘Had a pleasant journey, Eben?” was her calm reply. She did hope her eyes would not look red in this dim light. “xretty goou. jdul, AUiiiutf, yuur pension is all a humbug.” Eunice was not surprised, yet the news, so placidly told, was depress ing. He went on to describe his adven tu res. and his interview with the clerk, adding: “Now, if you’d a’ got your rights, you’d a had about five thousand dol lars pension money; an’ that’s, a good deal, ain’t it? Enough to make a girl worth marryin’ for, ain’t it?” At the reiterated question, Eunice felt obliged to answer: “Yes Eben.” To herself she said: "Ab, well, he can't help his dispo sition, an’ I can’t help bein’ poor.” “I hear,” continued Eben, slowly and emphatically, “that the boys ’round town have been sayin’ that soon’s you got your pens.on I was goin’ to ask you to marry me. You know’s well as I do that we Morses have always been powerful money lovin’, don’t you?” “Yes,” she saidagain, with a little sigh. “Now, I never had no faith in this pension; but bein’ a Morse, no one would a’ believed I was sure you’d never git it; now I am sure, an’ everybody knows it—knows I ain’t after your money now. Eunice, I’ve beon waitin’ on you for nigh on to two years, an’ you,v« known me al ways; what’s to hinder oir gettin’ married to-morrow, Thanksgivin’ Day?’ Again Eunice said, “Yes, Eben,” bat without a sigh. ‘‘For Congress—Jno. Nichols.” Chronicle, At the several polling places in the 4th Congressional District, ip No vember next, tickets bearing the name of John Nichols for Congress, will be offered to voters. In the weeks that intervene between the election every voter onght to ask himself these questions: 1st—How, when and by whom was Mr. Nichols nominated? and why is be a cand idate? 2nd—What is Mr. Nichols’ record as a party man, and as an officer? 3rd—What claim has he for the support of voters in the Fourth Dis trict? 4th—What does he propose to do if elected to Congress? [Each of these questions will be answered in succeeding numbers of the Chronicle.\ Mr. Nichols has recentty published an eight page pamphlet, printed in small type, entitled J‘An Address to The Voters of the Fourth District.” It is probable that not one in ten of the voters in the district will read this long address or learn of its con tents. To do Mr. Nichols justice, in as much as we shall criticize some of his positions, to-day we give his points in brief and in the weeks fol lowing will discuss the questions which the address raises, and which we have said every voter ought to de sire answered before the day of elec tion . After the usnal stereotyped ex pression of all self-nominated can didates “At the earnest solicitation of a large number of friends,” etc., an allusion to the political unrest in the country and aq. announcement that “circumstances ©var whieh he has no control” will prerent his can vassing the district, Mr. Nichols be gins his address with an article on “The Labor. Question.” The fact that this is the first question that commands his attention is, if we lmd no other evidence, sufficient to show that he hopes to go to Congress by the vote of the Knights of Labor in the district, added to the vote of the Republican party. He says that the great laboring element of the country, failing to secure recognition and pro tection from either of the National parties, ha3 determined to assert its demands. lie gives as the causes, 1st—The importation of cheap labor; 2nd— Land grants to corporations. He neglects to say, by the way, that all these fraudulent land grants to cor porations were granted bv the Re publican party, of which for many years he has been an active member and that the importation of cheap labor has been mainly by Republi cans who howl themselves hoarse in their demands for protection. Mr. Nichols next discusses the question of “Hours of Labor,” and after a column in reference to the time which laborers should work, says ‘ it is a matter belonging more to the States than to Congress.” His heart bleeds for the children who are compelled to work in the factories at a tender age The Chronicle has spoken plainly in favor of a law forbidding the employ ment of children in factories more than a reasonable number of hours. If Mr. Nichols is really in e°rnest in his desire to help the wiorking men in North Carolina and holds the ameli oration of their condition dearer than a $5,000 salary paid to a JCongres9 man, he will withdraw from tho Con gressional and becorin a candidate for the Legislature From his own admission Congress cannot regulate the hours of labor or similar needed reforms—the State Legislatures alone can legislate on these questions. In Congress, even if lie hail influence, Mr. Nichols could not aid the work ingmen and the Territories, In tho Legislature lie might a’d thorn—but the salary of a North Carolina mem ber of the Legislature isn’t quite five thousand dollars, and Mr. Nichols therefore prefers that there be no leg islation that will aid workingmen rather than forego what he thinks is an opportunity of getting. .^$5,0 00 salary. Mr. Nichols next with a great flour ish takes up "The Blair Bill” and by the liberal use of italics emphasizes his oft-repeated statement: “Think of it! Fourteen million dollars for tbe River and Harbor Steal and not one cent for education!” Now fot Clap-trap argument this is fine, It is calculated, upon first blush, and by the sophistry with which he sur rounds it, to make one think that our representatives are opposed to the education of the laboring class. Mr, Nichols doesn’t tell the people—if he had been frank and candid he would have made the statement that in all the history of Congress, not one cent has been appropriated for the cause of education m the states. Once there was a division of a part of the public lands for that purpose, under a Democratic administration, but Congress never has done anything to educate the people. And why? Be cause it is not in the province of Congress to* appropriate money for that purpose. The only plea upon which the Blair Bill was advocated was that the North had freed the ne gro and ought to educate him by distributing the surplus in the Treas urer to the several States on the ba sis of illiteracy. The reasons for the failure of the BHStr Bill are many. Both our Democratic Senators and most of the Representatives favored it. Could Mr. Nichols have done More? The Republican party was in rower in. the nation twenty-four years. Mr. Nichols (“Nichols and Gorman are with us”) was, and is to-day, in fail accord with his partyl—and j'et they never passed any bill to help ' educate “the laboring classes ” Mr. < Nichols dixl not raise his voice to ad vocate it. He is only now heard be cause he hopes to gain support by riding on the tidal wave of popular belief In public education. The Blair Bill was onl}' to give aid tor a few years. There was no pur pose to pat the schools under the control of Congress. The States alone have entire charge of the edu cation of the children, and the Blair Bill was entitled “a hill to aid” In the next Legislature the most import ant legislation to be considered will be that relating to public education. The . State can-and the State will edu cate its children, and men who hon estly desire to promote the education of all the people, would naturally as pire to a seat in the Legislature. Con gress cannot educate the people—it ought not to—and Mr. Nichols, it elected, could not secure a dollar to add to the school fund of North Car olina more than could Maj. Graham, The business depression is the next topic to which our Statesman gives his attention. He, is frank enough to say -‘there is no universal panacea.” We had hoped that he had some patent plan by which men were to become rich and all this vast domain be converted into a modern utopia. His remeys for depression or rather his remedies are, to quote from his address, the followiug glit tering and plausible generalities: It [Legislation] can indulge in a conservative care in extending rail road enterprises and in facilitating t.hp. organization <if manufacturing corporations. It can restrict the grants of the public domain. It can enact uniform bankrupty laws, ex tending the provisions of such laws so that the poor man, indebted but a few hundred dollars, shall be able to readjust his financial affairs as readily as the large debtor. It oan regulate transportation on a just and uniform basis, to the end that the stockholder shall not grow too suddenly rich by combination nor be robbed by ruinous competition, and that the workman may calculate with some degreo of certainty the oost of his living, and the farmer tho oost of production and marketing so far as transportation is concerned. It can see that a stable curronoy bo guaranteed, that the workman may know the purchasing power of his stipulated earnings. It can consider what reasonable and humane regulations may be adopted relative to immigration, and see to it that labor is' not lowered either in standing or through earnings by the pernicious method of importations by contract; that every lawful endeavor be made to stimulate industrial edu cation in all parts of the country, that there may result a legitimate increase in the consuming power of the people. It pan stimulate the growth of the principle of industrial co-partnershipa through methods of profit-sharing by wise permissive laws. Public senti ment can encourage the perfect or ganization of the forces involved, to the end that each shall treat with the , other through representatives, and that production shall be regulated by ' the demand and uot by the ill-advised eagerness of men to pu9h their work i ndividually to the detriment of others, that there may come the universal adoption of shorter hours of labor, and that the contracts of labor be as free as contracts for commodities un der fair agjcements for . services rendered. He gingerly treats of the “Internal Revenue.” and charges the Demo cratic party with bad faith because they have not repealed the law. , lie omits (by oversight, of course',) to "say that the Dfcnjocrfctic party is not pledged to secure a repeal of the in ternal revenue laws. North Carolina Democrats are pledged "to secure the repeal if they can. If any man will read the Congressional Record care folly and say that our Congressmen did not almost run themselves oat of breath in the endeavor to repeal or modify the law, he is a most unreason able man. Now, why does Mr. Nich jls want the internal revenue law re- ^ pealed? Hear him : “Its repeal would ;o a great extent, stop the agitation of J ;he tariff question.” He desires it be cause he favors protection, the favor te Republican tenet, not because ho ;ares about the, burdens of the tax on ivhiskey and tobacco. Mr, Nichols declares himself to bo i high tariff man and says: "I hold -hat a tariff for protection, with in :idental revenue, is the correct prin ;iple.” In other words he declares limself in favor of robbing five men ;o help one—in favor of the doctrine hat the more tax you pay the richer ,'ou become. He devotes over a page ;o his advocacy of this pet Republican dea. We shall discuss this question n a sepajate article before the people to to the polls. To our mind his position on Lius question is sufficient <o defeat him, even if there were not >tbergood reasons. : ;» J bis concludes tlie address with the so completely taken pf'ssession of him that he is like a maiden of un certain age and dosen’t, speak clearly ind explictily even about his age); -hat he followed the plow until he Wl» iftecn and then served as apprentice u a printing office six years; and that ie has faithfully performed every cublic duty. He says he1 has filled several public positions, but neglects because of his devotion to the Repub lican party, the principles of which, although he claims not to be a parti san. he is still advocating. The Chronicle is not going to lay inything about Mr. Nicnols personal 13". We respect every man wbd by honest and legitimate means, from bumble surroundings, has won suc cess and prominence. While we may think it indelicate for him to parade it, as we think it nnbecorning a soldier to speak in public, when aspiring for office, of his wounds, it is creditable to Mr. Nichols, as he says of him self, “with no heritage of greatnees nor aristocratic lineage,” that he has Riled responsible public positions ao» ceDtablv to Mie nublic. ,o say that he was appointed We have thus—honestly and fair-* ly, we think,—reviewed Mr. Nichols’ card, making a few observations in passing. We shall hereafter toll about his official career and refer to his positions on public questions. Some ofthera are totally untenable and most of them are cunningly kid in a multitude of words. We are free to say, however, that it is a plausible presentation of public questions. Mr. Nichols manifests much smartness and ingenuity. Maj Graham need waut no easier task than to reply to Mr. Nichols’ address and strip his ar guments of the sophistry with which lie has clothed them and hold them up in their naked deformity. Free! The Fuanklinton Weekly will be sent to any one, not already a subscriber, from the time the cash is received uniil after tbe election for twenty-five oents, S$»d Cash At Once. j Gulley & Momys. __,__. Wei offer for sale this week a valu able farm, three miles east of Duis burg, containing 310 acres, good aboeg farm. About a sis horse farm in cult vation. A large quantity of fine timber cm it. There are foor settlements os plantation, with good buildings. Now is your time Apply to, Cruc,tKy A
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