Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 29 June 1894 — Page 6

By CHARLES LEWIS (M. QUAD).

tCopyright, 1692, by American Press AsEociation.]

CHAPTER VIL

The captain rested it across the rocks. The captain was right in his suspicions.

The besieging force of savages, disheartened at their bloody repulse, had quietly withdrawn behind the ridges in hopes to lure the white men from their stronghold.

They would have waited until the wagons were strung out in line and pressing forward, and then a charge would have brought victory. The man who volunteered to act as scout had betrayed the plot. His willfulness would cost him his life, but it would save twenty-three others.

Two minutes after that cry of alarm had reached the men in the fort the Indians could be seen all about them. Concealment was useless, and the red demons circled about the fort on their ponies and kept up such a yelling that one would have thought they regarded sound as powder and bullet. They kept tip the hubbub for an hour, and then dismounted out of rifle range to rest. "We shall hear from that renegade before long," said the captain, as he noted a crowd of Indians at a certain point. "Have any of you men got an old fashioned rifle?" "I have," replied a man named Peters. "It's not only old style, but heavy enough to use as artillery. I brought it along because I couldn't even give it away at Brule."

The gun was fished out of his wagon and brought forward. It was the old fashioned buffalo rifle, carrying a bullet like a cavalry carbine, and its owner had brought along a few charges for it. It had scarcely been loaded when the renegade stepped out from the crowd with a white flag and advanced to within pistol shot of the fort. Then he halted and sung out: "Boys, you have made a brave defense, but it's no use in trying to hold out agin us. Thar's over two hundred of us yere yet, as you kin see by countin up, and you don't show sense by holdin out." "What do you want of us?" demanded* the captain. "Waal, when 1 summoned ye the other day all we wanted was fur ye to turn back. Ye refused to, and ye've killed a couple of warriors and wounded a lot more. We can't let ye off quite so easy now." "What are your terms?" "Now ye begin to talk sense. If ye want to walk out and leave the wagins and horses fur us I'll give ye my word ye shall go in peace. That's lettin ye off powerful easy, being as the reds are mad all the way through." "Shan't we also leave our guns and revolvers behind?" asked the captain in sarcasm. "As to that," replied the renegade, taking him seriously, "it might be a good ijee. It would show yer faith in us." "You captured one of my men over the ridge an hour ago." "We did. That is, we didn't capture him, but axed him to stop with us for a visit. He's injoyin hisself as hearty as you please." "Let him count your numbers and come in and give us the figures. If you are as strong as you say we may decide to surrender." "We—we couldn't do that, ye know That's rayther agin the rules of war. However, the minit ye march out we'll set him free to jine ye." "It's no use!" called the captain in decided tones. "We won't talk surrender until the man comes in."

The renegade returned to his friends and held a brief council, after which he came forward to say: "Boys, I can't hold 'em in much longer —no, 1 can't. Ye must cum to terms or take the consequences." "Won't you release the man?" "We can't. It would only make one more to fight us." "Then go back to your friends and tell them we'll shoot down every horse, burn every wagon and shoot each other before we surrender!"

There was a general howl of rage among the Indians when this news was communicated, but no movement to attack. A water hole in the bed of one of the gullies furnished them and their ponies with a limited supply of the liquid, and they knew that the beleaguered white m§n could not obtain a drop. It was only a question of time when the climax would come. The redskins were therefore content to preserve an irregular circle around the fort and wait.

Noon came. Of a sudden each suffering horse pricked up his ears, held his head high and gazed intently toward the east. "The soldiers!" whispered a dozen men. "No—rain!" replied the captain, as he pointed to the sky.

All looked to see a black cloud looming up over the ridge a mile away, and in a moment there was a flash of lightning and a heavy peal of thunder. "Rain—rain—rain!" shouted the men as they rushed here and there like so many boys, but under the orders of the cool headed captain the greater part of

tliem were soon at work to profit Dy the heaven sent shower. Everything which would catch or retain water was spread out on the ground, while the canvas covers of the Wagons were arranged in folds and pouches. They were scarcely ready when the storm broke. The rain poured dowTi copiously for half an hour, and by that time all suffering had ended, and the supply on hand was enough for three days. "Let us give three cheers," cried one of the more Enthusiastic men as the storm passed away and the sun showed its face again. "Hark!" whispered the captain. "The gal is giving thanks to God. She is right. We should pray instead of cheer!"

The downpour of rain had shattered the plans of the redskins. They could no longer be held to the siege, knowing that the climax was indefinitely postponed, nor could the bombastic talk of the chiefs bring them up to another assault. They were ready to go, but before moving off they had one last card to play. Better for the renegade he had not meddled with it.

Huntley, the man who had been taken prisoner, was now brought forward, the white man holding one arm and a stalwart warrior the other. When within speaking distance he said: "Captain, they have got mo^ and tliey declare that if you don't surrender they'll burn me alive!" "We are sorry for you, Jim!'' replied the captain, "but you know what surrender would mean. They would butcher every man of us inside of ten minutes." "But think of me," wailed the man in sorrowful tones. "Think of the tortures they will inflict before they kill me!" "It's bad, Jim—terrible bad! I'd give an arm to have you inside with us this minute." "But 1 can't die—oh, 1 can't die!" shrieked the man.

The captain seemed to be thinking, and the prisoner knelt down, clasped his hands and wailed out: "Captain, for the love of God, do something for me! Come out here and talk it over and make them an offer. They'll let you come and go safely." "It is only a trap for

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shouted

half a dozen voices at the captain. "Aye, lads, 1 know it, but I'd take almost any risk for poor Jim. He's nigh scart to death, and seeing what in store for him, we can't blame him."

Then raising his voice he called to Huntley: "Keep up bravely, Jim. We can't help you just now, but the time may come within an hour. Don't give up yet."

Few white men have been known to fire on a flag of truce, no matter how treacherous the enemy who bore it. Huntley had been brought forward under one, and it was respected. Had one of the trainmen gone out with a flag he would have been shot down or made prisoner, and the others ridiculed for their confidence.

When the three had returned to the lines the captain asked for Peter's heavy rifle. 1 had been carefully loaded for the occasion, and the captain rested it across the rocks and waited a mi.iute until the renegade came into view. Every man in the inclosure held his breath and watched for the result of the shot. It was a minute before the sights covered the renegade, but when the rifle cracked he was seen to throw up his arms and fall heavily to the earth.

There was a howl from the Indians and a cheer from the fort, but both were drowned in a volley of musketry, a chorus of yells and the thunder of horses' feet. The relief party had arrived. "Out of this, boys, and go for 'em!" shouted the captain as he caught sight of a large body of cavalry charging down the slope.

It was quick work. The Indians had been caught napping, and their only idea was to get away. In a quarter of an hour the last one of them had been chased out of sight, and those who counted up the corpses counted thirty eight. In that struggle to wipe out the wagon train the Indians lost, as was afterward confessed, a total of ninety-five men, and their sole offset was one prisoner.

Joe had found the party in a grove fifteen miles from the forks. They had come on as the nature of the ground would permit, dreading that they might be too late, and their arrival had at last set the little band free. There was cheering and shouting and wild enthusiasm as the battle ended and the me" rushed to shake each other's hands

Bess had hidden herself in the wagon to give thanks to God and indulge in a little cry when some one sprang upon the seat and held out his hand. The figure was dressed as an Indian, and she screamed in terror. "Not a redskin, but Joe!" laughed a voice she was longing to hear. "And you did this for—for us?" she stammered as she moved toward him. "For—for us, but more particularly for you," he replied as he seized her hand.

CHAPTER VIII.

What of Huntley? In the confusion and excitement no one had thought of him, but after matters began to calm down a little his friends began to make anxious inquiry. He was last seen a moment before the renegade was shot. The attack on the Indians had been so sudden that many of them had fled on foot, and it was hoped that those having the prisoner in charge would leave him behind in their panic.

A search was made for two miles around, but no trace of the captive could be found. Hurried as they were the savages had managed to run him off. When this fact became generally known more than one man sadly shook his head and muttered: "Poor Jim! Better for him if he were lying here a corpse!"

The party of soldiers and hunters were anxious to get on, and an hour after the fighting had ceased the wagon train moved out of the inclosure in good shape, and with no fear of being again molested for days to come. Most of the

dead warriors were stripped of their ornaments, at least, while arms and ammunition were carefully gathered up. No one thought of burying the dead. The Indians would return for that purpose. If not, let the wolves and vultures have their feast.

Let us trace the fate of Huntley. You may be one of those who believe that the Indian has been grievously wronged. You may believe he has the Bentiments attributed to him by novelists. You may have read that the feeling of mercy has a lodgment in his heart.

When the man rode out of the fort on his scout he firmly believed that the Indians had withdrawn. He was a brave man. None but a brave man would have periled his life to back his opinions in the face of the warnings he received. When he rode out for half a mile and turned to the left the last doubt vanished. The Indians had withdrawn. He had made assertions and proved hi# sagacity.

Next moment, as he disappeared over" the crest of the ridge, he found himself in the midst of a horde of Indians lying in concealment. He uttered one loud, farreachiiif? shout of astonishment, and was pulled from his horse to lie menaced to silence by tomahawk and knife. But there was no need to menace him.

A great terror seemed to have frozen the blood in his veins. Ho couhl not have cried out again had they pricked him with their knives. He was dumb. He was helpless.

The captive's signal of alarm had been heard and understood at the fort, and the Indians, angered that their trap had been exposed, now showed themselves, and affairs turned as related in the previous chapter.

Brave men have no fear of bullet, grape and canister when charging a battery. Men go to the gallows without flinching. The fear of death itself makes but few cowards. It was what would be before death that broke this strong man down and held him in chains of terror. He looked about him with horror in his gaze. His bronzed face grew deathly white. His lips had that bloodless, blue look which the lips of the dead carry.

It was not until he had been cruelly beaten about that lie partially threw off the horrible incubus and secured strength enough to g(& forward and make the appeal he was told to make. He heard his own voice, but he could not recognize it.

Huntley had been mounted to be taken away before the attack came. Indeed he and the two warriors guarding him had already made a fair start to the southwest and were beyond pursuit. After a ride of ten miles over the broken ground a halt was made at a grove which appeared to be an old camping ground. As the Indians fled before the vengeance of the whites they made for this grove, and at length all who had escaped death were reunited here.

A score of tigers starved for days could not have been in worse temper. Wounded and tin wounded alike thirsted for vengeance. Had they held A hundred prisoners each one would have been put to the torture, and yet the sufferings of all would not have placated the defeated and decimated band.

They had but one. Fifty enraged savages rushed at him to chop him to pieces with knife and tomahawk, but the chiefs restrained them. A speedy death would be too merciful and deprive them of anticipated enjoyments. As soon as the scouts posted on the distant ridges signaled that the white men were moving for the forks there was no occasion for further delay.

Huntley's demeanor had undergone a change. That dumb terror which had made a woman of him had passed away and his own brave spirit had returned to make a man of him. He reproached himself for his cowardice in begging of the fiends to spare his life. He thirsted for revenge. He exulted over their bloody defeats.

Let a pack of wolves follow on the trail of a brave man and he may seek to outrun them—dodge—escape. He will fear them. Let them drive him into a cul de sac from which there is no escape, and he will turn and fight them, even with bare ha*ls, and die fighting.

A sapling was cut down and driven into the ground for a stake, and a dozen savages ran about to collect fagots for a fire.

Huntley's eyes blazed. His bonds had become loosened and his guards were watching the preparations. Uttering the hunter's warwlioop and wrenching himself free in the sudden effort, he twisted a tomahawk from the belt of the nearest savage and began to lay about him.

He could not escape. He realized that he would be quickly overpowered and tortured with additional fervor for every blow he struck, but he dashed here and there with the strength of a giant and the frenzy of a madman.

Crash! Crash! Crash! The Indians were taken by surprise by the hunter's sudden break, and then there was such a terrible change in his looks that they shrank away appalled. His whine of supplication had changed to shrill yells of defiance his eyes no longer betrayed a terror stricken soul.

Swish! Sweep! Crash! He buried the sharp tomahawk to the eye at every blow. He followed them up as they fell away before him. As they cried out in alarm he shouted in defiance.

It was a momentary panic They could have shot him down, but the chiefs kept shouting orders not to do it. The frenzied and desperate man had killed two and wounded three when he was driven to bay and found himself surrounded. He stood panting for a moment with his exertions, while the blood dripped from the sharp tomahawk upon the green grass.

To the right—to the left—in front—in rear—the circle was closing in upon him. There was no escape.

With liglitninglike movements the man swing the tomahawk about him, cutting and gashing himself in a dozen places, and as a rush was made he tottered and fell like some great tree which

had lived out its century and was weary of further life. Blood was spurting from several veins and arteries, and ere he could be dragged to the stake and bound life had fled. When this fact became known there was a general howl of rage and disappointment, and a dozen savages fell upon the poor body with the fury of fiends. They scalped it. They severed the head and kicked it about for a football. They cut off hands and feet and flung them about. They hacked and cut and slashed and gave themselves up to their devilish passion for blood and revenge, but the poor body was beyond feeling.

For every Indian revealing the honest courage of the white man there are a thousand skulking cowards.

For every redskin feeling the sentiments of humanity there are a thousand who delight in the tortures of a child.

For every savage who lias rewarded the kindness of the white man with another act of kindness a hundred have laid in wait for his life.

So called humanitarians say that the Indian has hereditary rights because he was here when the white man came. So were the wolves, bears, panthers and serpents.

Tliev shed tears because he has been pushed back from the shores of the Atlantic to the plains of the west. That is the march of progress. Every civilized and enlightened country on earth has exterminated its original population, even when hapless and defensive.

The American Indian has no prototype. He stands out on the records of civilization as the most crafty, cruel, treacherous and vindictive of earth's inhabitants. He has never shown mercy and never asked for it. He expects to kill and be killed. He hates civilization—industry —cleanliness—law and order. He delights in drunkenness, theft, lust, hypocrisy, revenge and murder.

He is good only when used as a fertilizer.

CHAPTER IX.

What a strange, wicked sentiment is that of avarice! The thirst for wealth will turn brother against brother, father against son—separate man and wife.

The story told by the dying hunter had been received by Harkins and Taylor without question. He had said there was gold enough for both, but does one ever get too much wealth? If there were millions to divide neither wanted to divide it. They had been friendly before the hunter called them in to give his dying statement. They had left the dead body hating each other. To be just, however, it should be said that Harkins had less avarice and bitterness than Taylor. He was better educated—he had the refining influences of his daughter Bess—he had less hope of being able to come at the great store of wealth. Indeed, he sometimes argued that it would be best to give information to the whole train and let all share alike and be satisfied. Had Taylor met him half way in his advances he would have choked down the spirit of selfishness and forced himself to feel that the half would content him.

But Taylor, who was a single man and a rough specimen of the American frontiersman, openly betrayed his distrust and ill will. He looked upon the Englishman as a robber. He would never consent to divide the gold with him. He might have to share it with others, but never with him.

"We are partis, old man^-half and halt on that gold." When the train was attacked the presence of peril drove away all other thoughts but that of defense, but only for a few hours. The thought came to both men after time: "Suppose he is killed and 1 -un spared! \11 will then be mine?" Harkins went no further than to indulge the wicked thought. Taylor looked about him and whispered to himself that if opportunity came he would tire the bullet himself which should make him solo owner of the contents of the cave.

Men who have been drifting in midocean on a bit of wreckage, suffering with hunger, thirst and exposure, and having not the faintest hope of rescue, have vet planned wicked and revengeful things.

When the last charge was made Taylor had the Englishman and his daughter on his left hand and only a few feet away. Under cover of the smoke he deliberately fired upon them, hoping to kill them both. One of his bullets grazed the girl's shoulder and another went through Harkins' hat, but Providence willed that such a monstrous crime should not be perpetrated. Taylor had no sooner made the attempt than a sudden thought brought a smile to his face and he smote his breast and muttered: "Fool that I an to have forgotten the contents of that box! Let them live! Let them go with me after the gold! Let them aid me to secure it, and thenthen"

He had attempted murder. He was planning something far more horrible than that.

It was midnight when the train reached the forks of the Cheyenne and went into camp. From that point it is only sixty miles to Custer's peak in the Black Hills. It was thought best to remain in camp for ajjouple of days and

retit and recruit, me major command of the cavalry was an old Indian fighter and plainsman, and before the camp broke up he called a general consultation. He impressed it upon one and all that their safety forbade breaking up into smaller parties than ten or twelve men. The Indians were thoroughly aroused and alert, and while they might be repulsed occasionally they would be almost certain to overcome small detachments of gold seekers. No camp must be left unguarded by day or night. No man must relax his vigilance for an hour if he wished to preserve his scalp.

A portion of the troops would remain at the forks for the summer as a rallying point. The other half would follow the south fork of the Cheyenne up to the neighborhood of Harney's peak and there form another camp. They might make occasional scouts, but they would not be strong enough to defend the people rushing into the country.

The major's remarks resulting in a general reorganization of the train, many of the hunters who had come thus far with the soldiers had now to band together and depend upon themselves. Out of all three parties were organized and put under the leadership of good men. The first party consisted of the old captain of the train, Joe, Harkins, Taylor and seven other good men, Bess going of course, but not figuring in the numerical strength. It had been agreed beforehand that the men should be drawn by lot, and it was a curious bit of fate that drew both Harkins and Taylor for one party when both were earnestly hoping to be separated. There were enough to give the other parties equal strength or a little more, and each and every man was sworn to support and obey the chosen leaders. A faildivision was made of weapons, ammunition and necessaries of life, and each party selected its own route. In the first party all were agreed for Custer's peak, while the other two decided to strike in farther to the west.

On the third day all the parties moved, and within an hour after the first wagon pulled out the soldiers had the camp to themselves. It was the same sterile country that had been met with on the other side of the river, cut up by the same dry gullies aud confused by the same monotonous ridges, and each party, now that it numbered so few, realized its peril more fully as it went forward.

The distance between the river and the foothills was covered in three days of easy traveling and without actual sight of a redskin, although signs were encountered to prove that the party was being watched day and night. The wagons pushed over the foothills, wound up a long and narrow valley, and when tliev went into camp Custer's peak seemed to lean right over them. Here was a spring, abundance of grass and a fairly defensive position, and it was decided to make a uermanent camp.

No prospectors had come this way, so far as could be ascertained, and here was as good a spot to try for the gold as any other. It was decided that two men should always be on guard during the night aud that four should remain during the day while the other six went forth in parties of two to prospect.

Three days passed without anything of unusual moment. The prospectors found enough to encourage them, and not an Indian had been seen. On the fourth day it so happened that Harkins and Taylor were named to go together as one of the prospecting parties. Each would have promptly declined the other's companionship had he not realized that an explanation would have been demanded by the others. What could be said in explanation? "I am sorry vou are to go out with that man," said Bess as her father was making his preparations. "1 have an intuition that he hates us both and would like to do us harm." "Pooh! child but what put such thoughts into your head?" "He never looks at me without a scowl, and I have seen him glare at you as if he thirsted for your life. If you must go out with him, watch him well. I feel that he will seek to do you some grievous injury." "I can't say that I like the man over much," replied the father, "and he doesn't seem to be any too much taken with me but we shall have no quarrel, and I shall take good care of myself."

As he was about to leave camp Joe beckoned him aside, and while pretending to examine his rifle quietly said: "I am sorry you are going out with Taylor. I don't think he likes you, and he can be very disagreeable when he wants to. Be on the alert for any plan he may have." "You don't think he would assassinate me, do you?" asked Harkins in surprise. "If there is any reason why he wants to today will furnish him plenty of opportunities," replied Joe. "Lookout for Indians, but lookout for Taylor just as sharp."

It may be imagined that Harkins left the camp in an unenviable frame of mind, but Taylor's demeanor soon gave him relief. The man was elated, good natured and garrulous. He had not been drinking, for the only whisky in camp was in charge of the captain but he acted greatly like one who had a glass too much. Not a word had passed between them about the treasure since they separated over the old hunter's body. They were scarcely clear of the camp when Taylor slapped Harkins on the back, extended his hand for a shake and exclaimed: "At last we are alone and can talk over our secret. I've sometimes felt as if I must talk or bust. We are pards. old man—half and half on that gold." "So we are," replied Harkins. "1 have not breathed a word to any soul, and I suppose you have been as discreet?" "You bet! There's enough for us two, but not enough for any more. In a day or two we must make a hunt for that cave, and if the gold is there wo must get it away."

As they penetrated into the mountains, closely scanning rock and soil and occasionally stopping to investigate,

they chatted like tlie best of friends, and Harkins reproached himself for his harsh opinion of the man. He appeared warm hearted and fair minded, and when he magnanimously offered to take Joe into the secret and let him 6hare alike with them, Harkins wondered how he and Joe and Bessie could have been so mistaken.

Noon came. "The fool!" whispered Taylor, as they made ready to sit down and eat a bite. "I've played him like a fish, and now to wind him up! I'm going to fix him so that he'll bother me no more! He's going to be shot by the Indians, while I'm going to miraculously escape!"

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

FROJI HOOSIERDOM.

Telegraphic News of Interest ta Inrtin.nin.nfii. Decision in Hanker lieacli's Favor/

TEHHE HAUTE, Ind.. June 27.—Tha prosecution in the case of Ranker. Beach, accused of embezzleinsnt, received a setback Tuesday in a decision by Judge White. It was to the effect that the deed of trust made to Reach by defaulting City Treasurer Fitzpatrick could not be introduced to prove that Beach held a trust for the bondsmen of Fit.zpatrick. The indictment charged Reach with embezzlement from the bondsmen. The judge decided! that, as the deed was not described in the indictment nor its purpos^ given, it is an entirely independent and separate instrument, creating a trust that is complete in itself. No testimony was taken, and the prosecution asked for an adjournment to determine upon a policy to be pursued from this on.

l'aris Hank Embezzlement. I'KANKFOKT, Ind., June J". In the Paris bank embezzlement case Tuesday Gov. Chase was recalled for crossexamination by the state. Witness testified that the gold-min-ing company, which stock Paris had tried to get the bank creditors to take in settlement for their claims, was purchased by the company^ at a small cost. In the afternoon j. W. Paris was on the stand testifying-'-in his own behalf. As to the Mexican gold mine, he owned 13.000 shares, which had cost him S10.000. He believed it was good property.

Storms Cause Damage.

NOUTJ I YKK.VOX, Ind.. June 2(5.—A tremendous windstorm uprooted trees, destroyed fences, unroofed houses and spread devastation over this section. Bloomington reports that a tornado/ struck (iosport. taking out a strip of timber a quarter of a mile wide and over a mile long. A number of barns were blown down and considerable''" stock killed. At Madison there was a severe tornado.

To Test the Validity of tlie Law. BRAZIL, Ind.. June 27.—John II. Adams, a miner, instituted suitagainst AY. W. Risher. superintendent of tlioS Crawford Coal company, accusing liiin of attempting to coerceiiim into trading at the store of \Y. R. Risher & Co. He alleges that the company, in common with others, is violating the law in attempting to compel its employes to trade at the company stores.

Ul Iipwort.il League .Societies. PKHU, Ind., June 27.—The annual state convention of the Epworth league societies begins to-day at the Methodist church. Twelve 'hundred delegates and many visitors are expected and some art: already beginning to arrive. Hotels and private accommodations are all engaged. The city will endeavor to entertain the visitors in a fitting manner.

New B&neball League.

MUNCIE, Ind., June 27.—The Muneia baseball team has been reorganized with J. Rus Smith as manager. The initial steps were taken Tuesday toward the organization of a state league composed of Anderson, Elwood, Lebanon, Marion, Hartford City and Muncie. A series of sixty games is to be played, with two games per week in each city.

Receiver for the Eel River Koad. WABASH. Ind.. June 27.—In the cir-

cuit couri at Rochester Tuesday Judge Capron appointed W. O. Johnson, a Chicago attorney, receiver for the Eel River Railroad company, which extends from Logansport to Butler, Ind., and forms a link in the Detroit branch of the Wabash.

A Mysterious Fire.

WAKBAW, Ind., June 27.—McCord fe Co.'s handle works at La Fontaine, 10 miles south of this city, were totally destroyed by fire Tuesday morning: No one knows how the Haines originated. as the building was ablaze when discovered. Loss, 310,000 insuranee, 84,000.

Contract Let for a New Courthouse. WIN'ASIAC, Ind., June 27.—The court­

house quarrel came to an end Tuesday morning and the contract was let to J. E. Gibson, of Logansport, Ind.. for $42,800. The old building will be torn down at once, when the work of erecting the new one will commence.

Three Woddlngi in Peru.

PERU, Ind., June 27.—There were three weddings here Tuesday night, the couples being Walter Teller Post and Miss Ulilla Katharine CaVl, James A. Vanssdal and Mary F. Goodwin, Dr. Osca^* C. Mainscott and Lillie'Perle Schenck.

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