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“That’s bul—dandy.” What matter if the telegraph poles that were to be just twelve feet—that is, twelve inches—fell short or long sometimes. “Cleanin’ up’s next, Mose. Take my device an’ shoo away them hens an’ chickings. Mar’ll be home soon.”.
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