THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER : JULY 28, 1896.
POETRY.
Written for The Progressive Farmer.1
LOVE'S MICROBE.
r m ysrs I had been courting and tot the least
inipi'r s-ion mad'-;
T'.omi'iv I wiuH tl ami nought ike mo'( my pro-;
inn ts eeeuit-d to la te.
X,, t.:t i-'tv sued to Lard without a single speck
..fcam
v..r every time I poped an angry ' no" was her
reii ;r.n .
:nl I puz.'od tmicb. this maiden's frozen
heart to t haw
. ;ut. the more I tried to ruelt, the more it
MiHile mine sure.
no mortal with his sweet hoait eVr such
, . k t e ell,
; ,: I:r a si aii she'd draw, when I propositi,
w it hin her heli.
.V -;r a bl ight idea got lo'gement in mv nod
die lriu.
An idea that, if put to use, might ease my love--'.ek
pain.
si ! t t f si kness science sajs, are by nii-
cr"ies caust'd to sprout,
thought their means, perhaps I might her
i ruel coldness rout.
Ni'W, as love sick microbes wriggled lively in
my bnud wei.ed veins.
A dr p from theui. m hers, would give her,
hIs , low-sick pains
S .. aii 1 wautel was a chance to ju-t innocu-
laie
Her well, and then, no doubt she'd change into
a pliant state.
s . with my ssringe all prepared to its work of
kve,
I found her ore day sleeping just as harmle?9
a- a dove.
A wri?t was baie with blue eius seem tl rough
its trans iueat skin
I -oftly erepi and. uuick as thought, the mic
robes tquir Led in.
When next I saw her, eyes, heart, and soul with
li e were tilled.
And sue allowed what she never did before
wi- cooed and bil ed.
Oli bles those microbes, chang'ng spurnful
way s to love so soonl
For tow. at iat, will corte to pass a blissful
honey mot n.
W. 1. Uwyss.
KEEPING AN hYE ON THbM.
The directors of a bank had engaged
the services of a watchman, who came
well recommended, but did not seem
over experienced. The chairman, there
fore, sent for him to post him up a bit,
and began:
' James, this is your first job cf this
kind, isn'c it?''
Yes, eir."
"Your duty must be to exercise
vigilance."
Yes, sir."
4B3 careful how strangers approach
you "
"I will, sir."
"No stranger must be allowed to en
ter the bank at night under any pre
text whatever."
"No, sir."
"And our manager, he is a good
man. hcnest, reliable and trustworthy,
but it will be your duty to keep your
eye on him."
"But it will be hard to watch two
men and the bank at the same tim-3."
"Two men? How:''
"Why, sir, it was only yesterday
that the manager called mo in for a
talk, and he said you were one of the
best men in London, but it would be
just as well to keep both eyes on you.
and Itt the directors know if you hung
around after hours." London Tid
Bits. ALLEGED FUN.
Mrs. Scrapleigh (during the fight)
"now, have I nude myself plain?"
Mr. Scrapleigh "No; you were born
that way."
Young doctor "Which do you con
sider the best paying specialty ?"
Old doctor "People who only think
they are sick."
Tired Tatters "Yes, sir, pard, it
pays to be honest."
Weary Wraggles "I know now
why ye"r so darn poor." Louisville
Tiutn.
"Your wife gave us a splendid lec
ture on cocking last evening. Why
weren't you there?"
"I was at home with a terrible case
of dyspepsia." Detroit Free Press.
M'Tavish "Hoo faur is't to Lon
denf
Bockney "Ten miles as the crow
flies."
MTavish "Hoot, text, mon! I'm no
gaun to flee; I'm gaun to waulk. Hoo
mony miles is't as the craw waulks?"
Spare Moments.
Bue Brett "How did you like
Horace'e acting?"
Eila Cution "I can't say that I
liked it. In that death scene I thought
he died very poor."
"Well, you know, most actors do
die that way." Yonkers Statesman.
Mr. Banker You told me you want
ed to get off yesterday afternoon to go
to a funeral.
Clerk Yes, sir.
Well, you lied to me. You went to
see a baeeball game.
Yes, tir, but it was a funeral, all the
same. The visiting team was buried
out o: sight. Yonkers Statesman.
THE RULING PASSION.
The truth of that old saying about
the ruling passion strong in death was
exemplified the other night when a
manufacture:.- of a certain well known
patent medicine accidentally fell out of
the window of a large apartment house
near Central park. The man was
picked up in an unconsci us condition,
and the doctors worked with him some
time before he revived. As he opened
his eyes and realized that a physician
was bending over him he eaid feebly:
"Doctor, have you ever used our
pills?" New York Sun.
A Harvest of
A Western North
By "Walbeir?
Author of ' L'lVf in 1h Mi1s
to in Jfcroinr
CHAPTER I.
AN AWFUL AWAKENING.
Of all that vast area the mountain
ous regions of Western North Caro
linanone, perhaps, is less known and
as little frequented by tourists and vis
itors than the wilds of Transylvania
county. No railroad enters its boun
daries, and the ou side wurld with its
din, strife and endles3 confusion is
here, comparatively, unknown. Habi
tations are few and far between. In
fact, mile after mile may be traversed
without the abode of man once s;reet
ing the eye. Therefore, intruders are
few. The scenery, they ignorantly
think, it not worth the trouble and
hardships that will have to be under
gone that they may en j -y it. Rather
than grapple with these difficulties they
stick to the beaten track, seeing only
that which thousands have viewed
time and again before them. While
generally speaking this is the case, it
is not always so. Occasionally a wan
dering artist, endowed, perhaps, with
an unusual amount of ambition and en
ergy born of a soul filled with a love
of i he grand and beiuuful, fiud3 his
way here, and as a regard bears away
upon canvas treasures of nature that
cause his les? energetic friends to stare
with open mouth amz3ment and in
creduality, and, though they do not
speak the words, doubt that such
scenes really exist, and attribut the
whole to the fertile atd vivid imagina
tion of tho producer.
Early one morning, in the month of
May, long ere the sun had awaken from
its slumber, a stranger wends his way
along the western slope of an immense
table land. With mu:h diflioulty, in
defatigable and untiring energy he had
very nearly reached the top. Here
the mountain grew steeper, aud his
progress nec s'arily became slow and
more cautious. Climbing from bulder
to boulder, aiding himself here and
thero by an overhanging bough, he
slowly ascends Oaward and upward
he struggles and finally, with many
bruises and scratches ani completely
exhausted, he gains the summit.
Brushing the looses "il fn m his clothes,
he takes his handkerchief frjm his
pocket and wipea great beads of pere
piration from his face and brow. After
which he removes his hat, and pushing
his damp hair back from his forehead,
he begins to fan himself vigorously.
N jw that he is taking a resting spell,
in as few words as possible, wo will
brk ily describe thi individual a3 he
stands:
In stature he is little, if any, above
the average height; in build, he broid
unusually so for a man of his height
possessing a c'o.?ely knit, sinewy
frame, that denotes at a glance great
physical strength and durability.
Spmetrically speaking, he possesses
a faultless pas:jue, but nature has
played a freak with his face: Fair it
is as fair as a maiden's of sixteen
a large mouth, with thin lips, partially
concealed by a long, drooping mus
tache, which matched in color his
lawny locks that clustered in ringlets
about asmoothe, white brow. But the
most peculiar feature of all, and one
that lends to tho otherwise comparative
faultless face a supernatural and not
at all prepossessing expression, rre
his eyes eyes of a midnight hue
within whose depths there burns a
fire that shines with a sinister gleam.
That he is an artist would hardly be
drawn from hi3 general appearance,
but the small eas?l, portfolio and in
numeral eketching parafernalia that
he unstraps from his shoulder and
throws to the ground would, under the
ciicumstances, bespeak him as such.
He rests only a few minutes; then
grathering together his trapping he
crosses the plateu. Halting on the
very brink o the precipice, he puts
aside the law-hanging boughs of a
mountain beach aud a e cene that only
nature can paint meets his enraptured
gaze.
"Beautiful! Grand! Sublime!" are
the exclamations that burst at inter
vals from his lips.
And, indeed, the scene that lis
before him is a beautiful one one
that, in its grandure and sublim
ity, no mortal pen can dapict, and one
upon which the most prosaic observer
could not look without a feeling of
profound admiration.
Over the valley hung a heavy fog,
through which innumerable mountain
peaks thrust their laurel crowned
heads, reminding one forcibly of an
immense silvery lake, dotted here and
there by emeral isles. Far away on
the distant horizon the sun, in all its
majestic beauty, slowly rise3 above the
dark blue bills, shooting heavenward
its arrows of fire, and fl oding the val
Wild Oats.
Carolina Story.
Lee "WomlDle.
"All lint Lost " "Tttr lilac); liracelct." 'Dark n?.s.,, 1 The Mmin
" ' Ma lirown-i:i,l Man," 4 The Haunted oik;." Ktc.
ley with a golden light, turning into
mirids of sparkling gems the dewdrops
that laden the fliwers and trees. With
one accord all nature awakes. Bright
plumage birds flit here and there, fill
ing the air with their sweet, varied
songs.
"Glcyious a perfect ElenP is the
final exclamation of tho artist, is he
turns about and places his easel at the
opening. R filing a loose boulder for
ward he is just in the act of seating
himself, preparatory to sketching,
when glacmg to the right, only a few
paces away, he see a eight that causes
him to start and spring to his feet.
"Great God!" ia the exclamation
that involuntarily burst from his lips,
while admiration, astonishment and
horror are alternately depicted upon
his countenance. He advances a few
steps, heitates and then draws back
His heart grows cold and his blood
seems to freeze in his veins. Not ten
yards away, on the very brink of the
precipice sits a maiden of surpassing
beauty to all appearances fast asleep
Her head, a shapely one, crowned with
masses of light golden hair leans against
the side of a iitched-covered clift. The
face a perfect one is surpassing
fair; the mouth, small and curved
like a Cupid's bow was a beauty within
itself; a small round chin and exquis
itely shaped nose; and eyes hid from
sight by snow lids fringed with long,
curling lashes, resting upon cheeks of
a peach blosson tint -3yes that we can
only conjecture as b?ing of a heavenly
blue, or of a dark liq lii hue -3ither of
which would have been extremely
beautiful. Her dress of a dark blue
mate, trimmad with gold lace and
braid, is in perfect harmony with her
strange, rare beauty, and to say the
last is unique. A sailor hat adorned
with a simple band of blue ribbon lies
on the ground at her tide. But why
the artist's agitation; why that death
like pallor that overspread hie. face
and turned his lip 3 an ashen hue? I
wiU tell you why. In the lap of the
unconscious girl, its head raised, fire
flashing from its beady black eyes lies
coiled a huge rattle enadc the most
deadly in the mountains of Wastern
North Carolina.
It is not surprising that the artist
stood as though rooted to the spo ;
that he repeatedly rubbed his eye,
doubting as to whether he saw aright
or was laboring under some strange
hallucination.
Whether Fhe was dead or alive, he
could not at first decide, but the gen
tle heaving of her bosom assured him
that she lived, though, to all appear
ances, ablivious of the awful fate that
awaited her on waking.
Tne artist no longer hesitated as to
what course to pursue, but dropping
upon his hands and knees, and with
catlike softness moved not toward
the uncor s;ioua girl, but a little to her
right. Noiseleesly he continues to
move forward until he has gained a
position that places him a short dis
tance to her left. Turning about and
lying flit upon the ground he now pro
ceeds crawls slowly and cautiously to
ward a clump of bushes a fow feet
from the sleeping maiden. After what
seemed an interminable length of time,
but in reality only a few minutes, he
reaches this point. Here he rests a
few moments, and then begins to re
move, one by one the leaves near the
centure of the ' ' mp. Tais he con
tinues to do until he has made an open
ing et-llliiently large to enable him to
peep tnrough without, at the same
time, being seen by the wily serpent
that is flashing its eyes in every direc
tion to ascertain, perhaps, the cause of
the slight unusual movement its keen
ears have' detected. Raising himself
on bis eibowe he looks through. Invol
untarily he starts The maiden still
sleeps, but her lips are slightly parted
and a faint smile plays about the cor
ners of her mouth. The serpent's
eyes no longer wander, but are
fastened with deadly intent upon that
beautiful, unconscious face. Its cruel
head is drawn back ready to strike.
With tha slightest movement on her
part, its venomous fangs would be
buried deep in the soft, white throat.
It raises its tail and eoundg its warn
ing. Again a smile, like a flitting sun
beam, passes ever her face, and a slight,
just audible murmur comes from her
lips. Would she awake? God forbid !
The artist inwardly groans. Cautiously
drawing from his pocket a email, silver
mounted revolver a mere toy it would
8eemhe muffle it with his handker
chief and softly draws back the ham
mer. Tais accomplish, he gradually
raises the weapon till on a line with
the opening. His obj3Ct in gaining this
position was for two reasons. First,
that he might fire at the reptile with
out hitting the girl ; and second, that
he might advance s ufficient close to
insure accura?y of aim. Bat dees he
real"z3 the inevitable fate that surely
avaitstfce maiden should he miss his
aim? Undoubtedly he does, for his
hand shakes and a stifled groan issues
from his white, bloodless lips. In a
moment, however, this temporary agi
tation passes away; his face grows
calm, his neves steady and his hand
ceases to shake. Again he rais?s the
revolver. This time he rests his right
hand that holds it, firmly in his left.
He lowers his head and takes aim.
"God guide the ball," is his inward
paryer. The moment is a critical one.
Gently he p -esses the trigger; now
more fi mly. A sharp report rings out.
Instantaneous, and mingling with the
report is a piercing scream. The mai
den springs to her feet, and still un
conscious of its presence, throws the to
ground the deadly reptile, now writh
ing in tho last agonies of death, for the
artist's aim had been true. Oblivious
of her surroundings for the moment, it
seemed, she takes one backword step,
and ere she can recover herself, reels
on the b ink of the precipice and with
a cry heart rending in the extreme,
throws her hands in the air and disap
pears from view down tho deep,
yawrig chasm.
(TO BE CONTINUED )
LEGAL PLEA FOR HER HAND.
Eble Argument of Counsel Involving
Personal Interest
The Judge's daughter was perturbed.
"Papa," she said, knitting her pret
ty brow, "I am in doubt as to whether
I have kept to the propejr form of pro
cedure. In law one cau err in so many
little technicalities that I am ever fear
ful Now, last evening, George "
The Judge looked at her so sharply
over his glasses that she involuntarily
paused.
"I thought you had seat him about
hi.? business?"'
"I did hand down an adverse decis
ion." she replied, "and he declared he
would appeal. However I convinced
him that I was the Court of last resort
in a case like that, and that no appeal
would lie from my decision."
"Possibly the court was assuming a
little more power than rightfully be
longs," said th8 Judge, "but let that
pass. What did he do then?"
"He filled a petition for a rehear
ing."
"The usual course," s lid the Judge,
"but it is usually nothing but a mere
formality."
4 So I thought,"eaid the girl, "and I
was prepared to deny it without argu
me-nt, but the facts set forth in his pe
tirion were sufficient to make me hesi
tate and wonder whether his case had
really been properly presented at the
first trial."
Upon what grounds did he make
the appl cation? ' asked the Judge,
scowling.
"Well," she replied, blushing a littl ,
"you see he proposed by letter, and his
contention was that t'ae case was of
that peculiar character that cannot be
properly presented by briefs, but de
mands oral arguments. The fact that
the latter had been ommitted, he held,
should be held to be an error, and the
point was such a novel one that I con
sented to let him argue it. Then his
argument was so forciful that I granted
his petition, and consented to hear the
whoie case again. Do you think
"I think " said the Judge, "that the
court favors the plaintiff." Chicago
'Post.
THE ADVANCE OF WOMAN.
Apart from any question of right,
would it be for the best interests of
civilization to grant women a wider
sphere of activity? The trend and cur
rent of the social evolution is surely in
the direction of larger liberty for alJ,
in the degree that they are able to use
it. It is in the direction of the re
inoval of barriers and needless re
straints. Every attempt at such re
moval in the past has been greeted by
loud prophecies of disaster. The
aroused watch -dogs of church and
State have started in full cry upon the
track of the innovator with angry
yelpings of alarm. But that was what
might have been expected, and should
frighten no one. We all inherit a re
sidum of antediluvian sentiments
which remain suspended in our minds
like mud ia water, and interfere with
the clearness of our thinking. It is
only when it has had time to settle, and
we recogmz it for what it is, that we
gain full command of our intellects.
Now, I do not pretend as yet to have
full command of mine; but for all that
I seem to have a few star gleams of in
tuition which manage to struggle
through the turbid mpdium of anti
quated fee ing H. H. Boyesen, in
L'ppmcott's.
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YOXJISTGr FOLKS
Likes to Farm.
0
Ralkigh, N. C.
Mr. Editor: Will you allow a little
boy ten years old to join your social
band of boys and girls? I live near the
forks of Crabtree creek and Neuse
river on a farm. I like farming very
much. I can help my papa chop cot
ton, corn and do many other thing. I
have one brother older than myself
and two sisters younger. I will close
by asking a question. Why is the let
ter "K" like a pig's tail?
I am yours truly,
M. C. Myatt.
From Wake County.
Ballentines Mill, N. C.
Mr. Editor: Please allow a 14 year
old boy to join the young folks column.
My father was Senator from this coun
ty in the legislature of 1895. He takes
your valuable paper and is a Populist
aDd an Ailiacceman. I am a young
Populist. I will send you a charade.
My first is but a shallow dish for hold
ing milk or what you wifh ; my second
is a tiny word ; a name for mother is
my third ; my whole j iso like a slender
tether, that binds mighty contents
together. I wish you and your paper
much success. Respectfully,
Carl P. Norris.
From Cleveland County.
Mooresboro, N. C.
Mr. Editor: Will you allow a little
girl 11 years old to write to your pa
per? Papa has been taking your pa
per ever since I can remember, and I
like to read the young folks column
and Aunt Fdnny and also Aunt Ora.
I will close by asking and answering a
few questions. I will answer Karney
Giddia's questions. Virginia Dare was
the first white girl born in America.
Tne word "girl" is mentioned twice in
the Bible. How many times is the
word "vanity ' mentioned in Ejlesias
tea? Yours truly,
Vernia Goode.
Ques ions and Answers.
Raleigh, N. C.
Mr. Editor: I hope I will not be in
truding to write again. I think it is
so nice for the young folks to have the
privilege of writing to such a good pa
per; therefore I think we ought to
make our column as interesting and in
structive as we can. I will ask some
questions. Why did the whale swal
low Jonah? Whose wife was turned
to a pillar of salt and why was she
turned to one? What did Christ say
to the people of his day concerning the
scriptures? As this is my second let
ter I will close by wishing your good
paper much success.
Very truly,
Erna Hill.
From Durham County.
Durham, N. C.
Mr. Editor: I will write too, being
that all of the girl3 and boys are writ
ing. I will be 11 years old next Octo
ber. I have four brothers and three
sisters, one of my brothers is married
and has to the sweetest little girls I
ever saw. I live near the city of Dar
ham, but I don't visit Durham very
often. My papa takes your valuable
paper and I like to read the young
folks column. I don't go to school
now, my school has been out about a
month. My teacher's name was Miss
Veva LaStewart. I liked her fine. I
will ask a question. Who was the
founder of the Methodist chu'eh?
Your friend, .
Lausa Fendergrass.
From Pitt Ccunty.
Bethel N C
Mr. Editor: I will now write an
other letter to your good paper. I will
ask and answer a few questions. I will
answer Lena Geringer's q lestion. It
was the Apostle Peter that caught the
fish that had the money in its mouth.
I will answer Roger Hasty's q iestion.
It was Jeththa wbo promised ijtod that
if he would let him gain the victory he
would kill thefirsc ono he met. I will
ask a few questions Who discovered
the Pacific ocean? What great man
discovered the Mississippi river, and
where was the man buried? Whe dis
covered the river when bears his
name? I am going to tcoool at Grind
ville. My teacher's name is Mr. C H.
James. I like him very well. My
studies are arithmetic, ppeliing, gecg
raphy, historv and grammar.
Yours truly,
Lucy Manning.
From Chatham County.
Elm Grove, N 0.
Mr. Editor: I would like to write a
short letter to the young folks column
if you have no objection. Father takes
your valuable paper and likes it very
much, and I like to read it, too. I am
a farmer's daughter and help work on
the farm. I have been chopping paa
nuts and tobacco all the week and am
very tired. School has been cut about
a month and it is right tough to any
one to quit school and go to work. I
have been going to school at Chatham
High School to one of the finest teach
ers in the State. Her name is Miss
Stella Pasmore. Her home is at Cary
N. C. I certainly did love her and do
yet for she is such a sweet girl. I will
now answer Miss Nancy Davi's ques
tion. It was General Thomas who was
called the "Rock of Chickamauga." I
will ask a few questions. Who was
the first navigator seLt by the French
Kmg to fiad the new way to the Indies?
What relation is a girl to her mother's
brother's brother-in-law? I will close
wishing the paper much success.
Your friend.
Arra F. Polling.
THE HOUSEWIFE'S TIME.
Notwithstanding the fact that there
are so many improvements and inven
tions at the present day which have a
strong tendencey toeasetheiuggedness
of the different walks of life, and es
pecially that of housekeeping, it is
nothing uncommon to hear of a house
wife complaining that she has no time
for this or that plsasure or recreation.
There is no time for reading; no time
to call on her neighbors, not to men
tion the visiting of her friends; no time
to play, even with her children; in fact
no time for anything but the same old
drudgery, day after day, without ces
sation. What is there to justify the
plea that such a woman should be a
domestic drudge? Is it necessary, or
does it follow as a consequence, that
she must be dull, dowdy and old
fashioned, simply because she is a
housekeeper? Of course it does not.
Moreover, for her to think so, is not
only absurd, but is something worse;
she ia doing herself an injustice, a
wickedness, when she sacrifices her
whole life in caring only for bodily
wants, and completely ignores the
need3 cf the higher nature.
To preserve communications with
the world by the perusal of good pa
pers, to acquire better thoughts and
purer purposes by reading the works
of our best authors, to maintain social
ity with old acquaintances by visiting
as well as by letter writing, and, above
aiJ, to retain her youth aud beauty as
much as possible, ought to bo the duty,
as well as the desire and pleasure, of
every housewife.
How is euch a thitfg attainable, do
you ask? Simply by having the house
work so arranged that an hour a day,
at least, can Bo secured for reading, or
for a walk or drive. Incessant labor
of nearly one nature, is not desirable.
It not only ha3 a tendency to age a
woman before her time, but she is
hardly e"ver the gainer by it as far as
the work itself is concerned. There
fore, it is not a waste of time if she
stops each day for a while.
Many women, however, will aseume
undue drudgery, make slaves of them
selves, as it were, that their children
may have pleasures and advantages
which they, for their part, never en
joyed. Sometimes this is all right
enough, but more often it is wrong. A
colt may be taught to be driven when
very young, although it is not made to
pull any load to speak of. It is much
the eame "with children. Moreover,
when they have once been broken to
the harness, dutuies will bo much
easier assumed by them when they
come to join the throng in life's path
way, than if they had always "run
wild;" while the mother herself will
have chances more often to ease up in
the traces a little, and enj oy something
of the "world beautiful." Faed O.
Sibley, io Rural New Yorker.
When the g vernment runs the rail
road lines bud women the affairs of
State, t he trains that went at 5 o'clock
ehe'il mark djwn to 4.58 Indian
apolis Journal.
nMreia
are a source of comfort. They
are a source of care, also.
It you care for your child's
health, send for illustrated
book on the disorders to which
children are subject, and
which Frey's Vermifuge
has cured for 50 years.
Oue bottle by mail for 25 cent.
E. fc S. FIIEY,
Ualtlmore, Did.
Wool
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Growers,
In no other way can you obtain as much value
for your WOOL a& by exchanging It for Woolen
Goods. Blankets (white or colored), and Knit
ting Yarns.- We carry insurance on wool. Ship
u.s a trial lot and be convinced. Write for sam
ples, terms, etc.
Alpine Woolen Mills,
Mt. Airy, N. C.
POMONA HILL NURSERIES,
POMONA, N. C.
Two miles west of Breensboro, N. C, on tha
Southern KaUway. Well known for tliirty
years Up with the times wltL all tbe new as well
as the old fruits that are euittd to my trade,
which extend; from Maine to Texas. The new
Japan Ijuits and all other good fruit and flow-
Ave: f Vt O YA l a a lfTK?Y 1 T TTi T7 t HT 1 1 1 TI otA aPI
' catierue, free to all. Aeents wanted.
1 (1898) J. VAN LJNDLEY, Prop'r.
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