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“The apple boat, the one Mr. Lind and Mrs. Lind own, you know—that comes every autumn.” “Is that one of your acquaintances?” Nothing serious had happened so far, he was glad to see, as they came upon Mr. Rutherford and the gang of men who were attempting to shore up the wall of the stream. The waterway at this point was built entirely of wood and the present trouble was due either to an unexpected pressure of water or some defect in construction..
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