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at perfection, and boast to be the best in the world. The America

old the entire stranger, who a Blue-nose

n a journey tires a horse considerable), and who should I see a settin' straddle legs "on the fence, but Squire Gabriel S

er of you? you look as if you couldn't help yo

hard at work all the mornin'; a body has to stir about cons

he had hoed jist ten hills of potatoe

ever did in my life I like hoein' potatoes the best, an

elf, 'what a parfect pictur of a lazy

et-book purtendin' to write down the distan

t any wonder, Stranger, he is s