The Sunday Oregonian., March 04, 1917, Section One, Page 6, Image 6

THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, MARCH 4, 1917.
TELLS OF
GRIM NIGHT ATTACK
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Laconia Passengers Pass Six
Hours in Open Boats
Before Rescue.
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planatory drill on the second day out
from New York, from which we sailed
on Saturday, February 17, the "aban
J don ship"" signal five quick blasts on
the whistle had summoned us twice to
our life belts and heavy wraps, among
which I included a flask and flashlight,
and to a roll-call In front of our as
signed boats on the top deck.
Officer Silent in Danger Zone.
On Sunday w knew generally we
were in the danger zone, though we
did not know definitely where we were
or at least the passengers did not.
In the afternoon during a short chat
with Captain W. R. D. Irvine, the ship's
commander, I had mentioned that I
would like to see a chart and note our
position on the ocean. He replied: "O,
would you?" with a smiling, rising in
flection that meant "It is Jolly well
none of your business."
Prior to this my cheery early-morning
steward had told us that we would
make Liverpool by Monday night and
I'used this information in another ques
tion to the captain.
"When do we land?" I asked.
I don't know," replied Captain Ir
vine, but my steward told me later it
would be Tuesday after dinner.
Dancing? and Brldse In Vogue.
The first-cabin passengers were
gathered in ' the lounge Sunday even
ing, with the exception of the bridge
fiends in the smokeroom.
"Poor Butterfly" was dying wearily
on the talking machine and several
couples were dancing.
About the tables in the smokeroom
the conversation was limited to the
announcement of bids and orders to
the stewards. Before the fireplace was
a little gathering which had been
dubbed as the Hyde Park corner an
allusion I don't quite fully understand.
This group had about exhausted avail
able discussion when I projected a new
bone of contention.
Shock of Torpedo Light.
"What do you say are our chances of
being torpedoed?" I asked.
"Well," drawled the deliberative Mr.
Henry Chetham, a London solicitor, "I
should say 4000 to 1."
Luclen J. Jerome, of the British dip
lomatic service, returning with an Ec
uadorian valet from South America, in
terjected: "Considering the zone and
the class of this ship, I should put it
down at 250 to 1 that we don't meet a
sub."
At this moment the ship gave a sud
den lurch sideways and forward. There
was a muffled noise like the slamming
of some large door at a good distance
away. The slightness of the shock and
the meekness of the report compared
with my imagination was disappoint
ing. Every man in the room was on
his feet in an instant.
Torpedo Sounds Like FlKser.
"We're hit!" shouted Mr. Chetham.
"That's what we've been waiting for,"
said Mr. Jerome.
"What a lousey torpedo!" said Mr.
Kirby in typical New Torkese. "It must
have been a flzzer."
I looked at my watch. It was 10:30
P. M.
Then came the five blasts on the
whistle. We rushed down the corridor
leading from the smoking-room at the
stern to the lounge, which was amid
ships. We were running, but there was
no panic The occupants of the lounge
were Just leaving by the forward doors
as we entered.
Flashlight Is Ilnndy.
It was dark on the landing leading
down to the promenade deck, where the
first class statermooms were located.
My pocket flashlight, built like a foun
tain pen, came in handy on the landing.
We reached the promenade deck. I
rushed into my stateroom, B 19, grabbed
my overcoat and the water bottle ani
-ftpeolal life preserver with which The
Tribune had equipped me before sail
ing. Then made my way to the upper
deck on that same dark landing.
I saw the chief steward opening an
electric switch box in the wall and
turning on the switch. Instantly the
boat dec s were illuminated. That il
lumination saved lives.
Torpedo Misses Dynamos.
The torpedo had hit us well astern
on the starboard side and had missed
the engines and the dynamos. I had
not noticed the deck lights before.
Throughout the voyage our decks had
remained dark at night and all cabin
port holes were clamped down and all
windows covered with opaque paint.
The illumination of the upper deck
on which I ctood made the darkness of
the water 60 feet below appear all the
blacker when I peered over the edge at
my station, boat No. 10.
Already the boat was loading up and
men were busy with the ropes. I start
ed to help near a davit that seemed to
be giving trouble, but wi i stoutly or
dered to get out of the way and get
Into the boat.
Life Belts Quickly Donned.
We were on the port side, practically
opposite ine engine well. Up and Cpwn
xne aecK passengers and crew were
donning life belts, throwing on over
coats, ana talcing positions in the boats.
There were a number of women, but
only one appeared hysterical little
JUlss lltsle Ssiklosl, a French-Polish
actress, who was being cared for by her
iria.iia.Kcr, ueario f. ivatt, appearing on
the passenger list as from New York.
Steam begau to hiss somewhere from
the giant gray funnels that towered
move. ouaaeniy mere was a roaring
swish as a rocket soared upward from
the captain's bridge, leaving a comet's
tail of Are. I watched it as it de
scribed a graceful arc in the black
void overhead, and then, with an and
lble pop, it burst in a flare of brilliant
White light.
Call of "Lower Away" Given.
There was a tilt to the deck. It was
listing to starboard at Just the angle
that would make it necessary to reach
for support to enable one to stand up-
ngnt. in tne meantime electric flood
lights large white enameled funnels
containing clusters of bulbs had been
suspended from the promenade deck
and illuminated the dark water that
rose and fell on the slanting side cf the
chip.
"Lower away." Some one gave the
order and we started downward with a
Jerk towards the seemingly hungry ris
ing and falling swells.
Then we stopped with another Jerk
and remained suspended in midair
while the man at the bow and the
stern swore and tussled with the low
ering ropes. The stern of the lifeboat
was down, the bow up, leaving us at
an 'angle of about 45 degrees. We
clung to the seats
from falling out.
who s got a knife, a knife, a knife!"
bawled a sweating seaman In the bow.
threat God, give him a knife! bawled
a half-dressed, Jlbbering negro stoker
wno wrung his hands in the stern.
A hatchet was thrust into my hand
and I forwarded it to the bow. There
was a flash of sparks as it crashed
down on the holding bulley. One stranc
of the rope parted and down plunged
the bow, too quick for the stern men.
We came to a Jerky stop with the stern
in the air and the bow down, but the
stern managed to lower away until the
aangerous angle was eliminated.
Then both tried to lower together.
The list of the ship's side became
greater, but. Instead of our boat sliding
down it like a toboggan, the taffrail
caught and was held. As the lowering
continued, the other side dropped down
and we found ourselves clinging on at
a new angle and looking straight down
on the water.
Aid Given Little German.
A hand slipped into mine and a voice
sounded huskily close to my ear. It
was the little old German Jew traveling
man who was disliked in the .smoke
room because he used to speak too cer
tainly of things he was uncertain of
and whose slightly Teutonic dialect
made him as popular as smallpox with
the British passengers.
My boy, I can't see nutting, he said.
"My glasses slipped and I am falling.
Hold me, please."
I managed to reach out and Join
hand with another man on the other
side of the old man and together we
held him In. He hung1 heavily over our
arms, grotesquely grasping all he had
saved from his stateroom a gold
headed cane and an extra hat.
Many feet and hands pushed the boat
from the side of the ship and we sagged
down again, this time smacking square
ly on the pillowy top of a rising swell.
It felt more solid than midair, at least.
But we were far from being off. The
pulleys twice stuck in their fastenings,
bow and stern, and the one ax passed
forward and back, and with it my
flashlight, as the entanglhsg ropes that
held us to the sinking Laconia were
cut away.
Some shout from that confusion of
sound caused me to look up, and I
really did so with the fear that one
of the nearby boats was being lowered
upon us.
Man Leaps Over Boat.
A man was Jumping, .s I presumed.
with the intention of landing in the
boat and I prepared to avoid the im
pact, but he passed beyond us and
plunged into the water three feet from
the edge of the boat. He bobbed to
the surface immediately.
It's Duggan!" shouted a man next
to me. '
I flashed the light on the ruddy.
smiling face and water-plastered hair
of the little Canadian, our fellow sa
loon passenger. we pulled him over
the side. He spluttered out a mouth
ful of water and the first words he
said were:
I wonder if there is anything to
that lighting three cigarettes off the
same match? I was up above trying
to loosen the rope to this boat. I
loosened it and then got tangled up In
it. The boat went down but I was
Jerked up. I Jumped for it."
His first reference concerned our
deliberate tempting of fates early in
the day when he, Kirby and I lighted
three cigarettes from the same match
and Duggan told us that he had done
the same thing many a time.
' Tangle of Confusion Noted.
As we pulled away from the side of
the Bhlp its ranking and receding ter
race of lights stretched upward. The
ship was slowly turning over. We
were opposite that part occupied by
the engine rooms. There was a tangle
of oars, spars and riggings on the seat
and considerable confusion before four
of the big sweeps could be manned on
either side of the boat.
The Jibberlng, bullet-headed negro
was pulling directly behind me and I
turned to quiet him as his frantic
reaches with his oar were hitting me
in the back. In the dull light from
the upper decks I looked into his slant
ing face, eyes all whites and lips mov
ing convulsively. Besides being fright
ened the man was freezing in the thin
cotton shirt that composed his entire
upper covering. He would work fever
ishly to get warm.
Kcetv Pears Hot Boilers.
"Get away from her, get away from
her," he kept repeating. "When the
water hits her hot boilers she'll blow
up, and there s Just tons and tons of
shrapnel in the hold." ,
His excitement spread to other mem
bers of the crew in the boat. The ship's
baker, designated by his pantry head
gear, became a competing alarmist, and
a white fireman, whose blasphemy was
nothing short of profound, added to the
confusion by cursing everyone.
It was the give-away of nerve ten
sion. It was bedlam and nightmare.
Seeking to establish some authority
in our boat, I made my way to the stern
and there found an old, white-haired
sea captain, a second cabin passenger,
with whom I had talked before. He
was bound from Nova Scotia with cod
fish His sailing schooner, the Secret,
had broken in two. but he and his
crew had been taken off by a tramp
and taken back to New York. He had
sailed from there on the Ryndam,
which, after almost crossing the At
lantic, had turned back. The Laconia
was his third attempt to get home. His
name is Captain Dear.
Captain Dear Takes Charore.
"The rudder's gone, but I can steer
with an oar," he said. "I will take
charge, but my voice is gone. You'll
have to shout the orders."
There was only one way to get the
attention or xne crew ana that was
by an overpowering blast of profan
ity. I did my best and was rewarded
by silence while I made the announce
ment that in the absence of the ship's
officer assigned to the boat. Captain
to save ourselves I V I 3 KZ - ' ' I . i I
Photo by Underwood.
TWO PHOTOGRAPHS OK TWO EIVLISTED MEW TAKES BEFOItE THE EN
LISTMENT AND AFTER FIVE MONTHS' SERVICE.
Lieutenant-Colonel James B. Allison, of the Second South Carolina In
fantry, now in the Federal service at El Paso. Tex., shows these two pho
tographs as the most pronounced evidence of the good in universal military
training.
From left to right Private Tobe White, Company K. First North Caro
lina Infantry, who comes from Buncombe County, of that state, and Private
W. C. Bryson, of the same company.
The photo on the left was taken at Camp Glenn. Morehead City, N. G,
last August, while the one at the right shows the same two men, January
20, 1917, five months later, at' Camp Stewart, Texas, showingWhlte a gainer
by 30 pounds and Bryson heavier by 50 pounds. '
Lieutenant-Colonel Allison says: "To my mind there is no stronger evi
dence of what military service will do, and I am prepared to say that this
is no special exception of improvement in 'physical appearance noted by me
generally throughout the National Guard."
Dear would take charge. There was
no dissent and under the captain's or
ders the boat's head was held to the
wind to prevent us from being swamped
by the increasing swells.
We rested on our oars, with all eyes
turned on the still lighted Laconia.
The torpedo had struck at 10:30 P. M.
According to our ship's time, it was
30 minutes after that another dull thud,
which was accompanied by a. notice
able drop in the hulk, told its story
of the second torpedo that the sub
marine had dispatched through the
engine-room and the boat's vitals from
a distance of 200 yards.
"We watched silently during the next
minute, as the tiers of lights dimmed
slowly from white to yellow, then to
red, and nothing was left but the murky
mourning of the night, which hung over
all like a pall.
Laconia Slides to Deep.
A mean, cheese-colored crescent of a
moon revealed one horn above a rag
bundle of clouds low in the distance.
A rim of blackness settled around our
little world, relieved only by general
leering stars in the zenith, and where
the Laconia's ights had shone there
remained only the dim outlines of a
blacker hulk standing out above the
water like a Jagged headland, silhou
etted against the overcast sky.
The ship sank rapidly at- the stern
until at last its nose stood straight
in the air. Then it slid silently down
and out of sight like a piece of dis
appearing scenery in a panorama spec
tacle. Boat No. 3 stood closest to the ship
and rocked about In a perilous sea of
clashing spars and wreckage. As our
boat's cr'ew steadied its head into the
wind a black hulk, glistening wet and
standing about eight feet above the
surface of the water, approached slow
ly and came to a stop opposite the boat
and not six feet from the side of It.
All Left to Patrol B-escne.
"What ship was dot?" the correct
words in throaty English with a Ger
man accent came from the dark hulk,
aocordlng " to Chief Steward Ballyn'e
statement to me later. "The Laconia,"
Ballyn answered. "VotT" 'The Laconia,
Cunard line, responded the steward.
Vot did she weigh?" was the next
question from the submarine.
"Eighteen thousand tons.
"Any passengers?"
"Seventy-three," replied Ballyn, "men.
women and children, and some of them
in this boat. She- had over 200 in the
crew."
"Did she carry cargo?"
Yes.
"Veil, you'll be all right. The patrol
will pick you up soon" and without
further sound save for the almost silent
fixing of the conning tower lid the
submarine moved off.
Truthful Statement Given.
"I thought it best to make my an
swers truthful and satisfactory, sir,"
s-.id -Ballyn when he repeated the con
versation to me word for word. "I
was thinking of the women and chil
dren in the boat. I feared every min
ute that somebody in our boat might
make a hostile move, fire a revolver,
or throw something at the submarine.
I feared the consequences of such an
act."
There was no assurance of an early
pickup, even though the promise were
from a German source, for the rest of
the boats whose occupants If they
felt and spoke like these In my boat
were more than mildly anxious about
our plight and the prospects of rescue.
We made preparations for the siege
with the elements. The weather was
a great factor. That black, rim, of
clouds looked ominous. There was a
good promise of rain. February has
a reputation for nasty weather in the
North Atlantic. The wind was cold
and seemed to be rising. Our boat
bobbed about like a cork on the swells,
which fortunately were not choppy.
Inventory Is Taken.
"How much rougher weather could
the boat stand?" This question and the
conditions were debated pro and con.
"Had our rockets been seen?" "Did
the first torpedo put the wireleBS out
of business?" "Did anybody hear our
S. O. S.?" "Was there enough food and
drinking water In the boat to last?"
That brought us to an inventory of
our small craft, and after much diffi
culty we found a lamp, a can of pow
der flares, a tin of ship's biscuits.
matches and spare oil.
The lamp was lighted. Other lights
were visible at small distances every
time we mounted the crest of the
swells. The boats remained quite close
together at first. One boat came with
in sound and I recognized the Harry
Lauder-llke voice of the second assist
ant purser, last heard on Wednesday at
the ship s concert. There was sing
lng, "I Want to Marry Arry" and
"I Love to Be a Sailor."
Mrs. Boston was in that boat with
her husband. She told me later that
an attempt had been made to sing
"Tipperary" and "Rule Britannia." but
the thought of that slinking dark hulk
oi destruction that might have been a
part of the Immediate darkness resulted
in an abandonment of the effort
Halls Prom the Dark Heard.
"Who's the officer In that boat? came
a cheery hall from a nearby light.
"What the hell is it to you?" bawled
out our half frozen negro, for no rea
son imaginable other than, possibly, the
reiier or nis reelings.
"Brain him with a pin. somebody!
yelled our profound oathsmai. and ac
companied the order with a warmth of
language that must have relieved the
negro s chill.
The fear of some of the boats crash
ing together produced a general inclina
tion toward further separation on the
part of all the little units of survivors.
with the result that soon the small
craft stretched out for several miles,
all of them endeavoring to keep their
Deads into the wind.
First Light From Rescuers Seen.
And then we saw the first light, the
first sign of help coming, the first
searching glow of white brilliance, deeo
down on the somber sides of the black
pot of night that hung over us. I
don't know what direction that came
from none of us knew north from
south there was nothing but water
and sky. But the light it Just came
from over there where we pointed.
We nudged violently sick boatmates
and directed their gaze and aroused
them to an appreciation of the sight
that gave us new life.
It was way over there first a trem
bling quiver of silver against the
blackness, then, drawing closer, it de
fined itself as a beckoning finger, al
though still too far away yet to see
our feeble efforts to attract.
Many Flares gent Up.
We nevertheless wasted valuable
flares and the ship's baker, eelf-ot
dalned custodian of biscuit tin. did the
sonorl handsomely to the extent of a
biscuit apteoe to each of the 23 occu
pants in the boat.
Pull starboard, sonnies, sang out
oia uaptain Dear, his gray chin whisk
ers literally bristling with Joy In the
light of the round lantern which he held
aloft.
We pulled, pulled lustily, forgetting
tne strain and pain of innards torn
and racked from vain, vomiting, ob
livious of blistered hands and yet half-
frozen feet.
Then a nodding of that finger of
light a happy, snapping, crap-shootlng
ringer that seemed to say. Come on.
you men." like a dice player wooing
the bones led us to believe that our
lights had been seen. This was the
fact, for immediately the coming vessel
flashed on Its green and red side lights
and we saw It was headed for our po
sition. Plckins; Up Is Perllons.
We floated off its stern for a while
as it maneuvered for the best position
in which it oould take us on with the
sea that was running higher and high
er, it seemed to me.
"Come along side portr" was mega
phoned to us, and as fast as we could
we swung under the stern and felt our
way broadside toward the ship's side.
A dozen flashlights blinked down to us
and orders began to flow fast and
thick.
When I look back on the night I
don't know which was the more haz
ardous our descent from the Laconia
or our ascent to our rescuer. One
minute the swell lifted us almost level
with the rail of the low-built patrol
boat and mine sweeper, the next re
ceding wave would carry us down into
a gulf over which the ship's side glow
ered like a slimy, dripping cliff. A
score or hands reached out, and we
were suspended in the husky, tattooes,
arms of those doughty British Jack
tars, looking up into the weather-
beaten, youthful faces, mumbling
thanks and thankfulness, and reading
in the gold lettering on their pancake
hats the legend "H. il. S. Laburnum."
Scenes of Reunion Gripping;.
We bad been six hours in the open
boats, all of which began coming along
side one after another. Wet and be
draggled, survivors were lifted aboard.
Women and children first was the rule.
The scenes of reunion were heart
gripping. Men who had remained stran
gers to one another aboard the Laqonia
wrung each other by the hand or em
braced without shame the frail little
wife of a Canadian chaplain, who had
found one of her missing children de-
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llvered up from another boat. She
smothered the child with ravenous
mother kisses, while tears of Joy
streamed down her face.
Boat after boat came alongside. The
water -logged craft containing the
captain came last. A rousing cheer
went up a he landed his feet on the
deck, one mangled hand hanging limp
at his side.
Tho Jack tars divested themselves
of outer clothing and passed the gar
ments over to the shivering members
of the Laconia's crew.
Warmth and Hot Food Given.
The little officers quarters down un
der the quarterdeck were turned over
to the women and children. Two of
the Laconia's stewardesses passed
boiling basins of navy cocoa and aided
in the disentanglement of wet and
matted tresses.
The men grouped themselves near
steam pipes In the petty officers' quar
ters or over the gratings of the engine
rooms, where new life was to be had
from the upwsrd blasts of heated air
that brought with them the smell of
bilge water and oil and sulphur from
the bowels of the vessel.
The injured all minor cases,
sprained back, wrenched legs, or
smashed hands were put away in
bunks under the care of the ship's doc
tor. Dawn was melting the eastern ocean
gray to pink when the task was fin
ished. Service of Tnnnkssvtns;.
Is. the officers quarters, now In
vaded by the men, somebody happened
to touch a key on the small wooden
organ, and this was enough to send
some callous seafaring fingers over
the keys in a rhythm unquestionably
religious and so irresistible under the
clrcumstanoes that, although no one
knew the words, the air was taken up
in a serious humming chant by all in
the room.
At the last note of the amen, Ifttle
Father Warelng. his black garb snag
gled In places and badly soiled, stood
before the center table and lifted his
head back until the morning light, fil
tering through the open hatch above
htm. shone down on his kindly, weary
face. He recited the Lord's prayer and
all present Joined the simple, impres
sive service, ended as simply as it had
begun.
Two minutes later I saw the old German-Jew
traveling man limping about
on one lame leg with a little boy In
his arms, collecting big round British
pennies for the youngster.
Last of Survivors Found.
A survey and cruise of the nearby
area revealed no more oocupled boats
and the mine-sweeper, with lt load
of survivors numbering 267, steamed
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steaming and the vessel stopped within
hailing distance of two sister shps,
towards one of which an open b at,
manned by Jackles, was pulled from
the bridge of the Laburnum.
J saw the hysterical French-Polish
actress, her hair wet and bedraggled,
lifted out of the boat and handed up
the companlonway. Then a little boy,
his fresh pink face and golden hair
shining in the morning light, was
passed upward, followed by some other
survivors, numbering 14 in all. which
had been found half drowned and al
most dead from exposure in a partially
wrecked boat that was Just sinking.
This was the boat in which Mrs. Hoy
and her daughter lost their lives and
in which Cedrio P. Ivatt, of New York,
who was the manager for the aotress.
died. It has not been ascertained here
whether Mr. Ivatt was an American
citizen or a British subject.
Women's Death Recited.
One of the survivors) of this boat was
Able-Seaman W alley, who was trans
ferred to the Laburnum.
"Our boat No. 8 wu smashed in
lowering," he said. I was in the bow,
Mrs. Hoy and her daughter were sit
ting toward the stern. The boat filled
with water rapidly. It was no use
trying to ball It out there was a big
hole in the side and it came in too
fast. It Just sank to the water's edge
and only stayed up on account of the
tanks in it. It was completely awash.
Every swell rode clear over us and
we had to hold our breath until we
came t the surface again. The cold
Leather Is
In the selling of shoes the value of the
leather in them is of greatest importance.
While shoe men may boast, -with just
pride or for advertising purposes, of the
style and finish of their Bhoes, yet the
real test of the merit of shoes is the
durability of the leather in them. A pair
of shoes that wears well is kept in service
long after fine finish has been kicked off
and the new style has been forgotten. If
the leather wears well, the wear calls for
a pair of shoes like them. "When you
figure the wearing qualities, EXCLU
SIVE STYLE, comfort and lasting satis
faction to be obtained only in Hanan
Shoes, you will find, as we havefound,
that they are really the cheapest shoe
to buy in the end.
OSENT
Portland's Best Shoe Store
Sole Agents for These Celebrated Shoes
129 Tenth St, Bet
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We Give S. &
Jill
Though announced,
as usual, in the pa
pers, the new Victor
Records for March
are obtainable in
Portland only at our
store.
Our ability to supply
you with these latest
records, or any
rccorus, or
others listed in the
Victor Record Cata
logue, is due to
water Just takes the strength out of
you.
"The women got weaker and weak
er, then a wave came and washed
both of them out of the boat. There
were life belts on their bodies and
they floated away, but I believe they
were dead before they were washed
overboard."
Port Reached at Last.
With such stories ringing in oar
ears, with exchanges of experiences
pathetlo and humorous. we came
steaming into Queenstown harbor
shortly after 10 o'clock tonight. We
pulled up at a dock lined with waiting
ambulances and khaki-clad men. who
directed the survivors to the various
hotels about the town, where they are
being quartered.
The question being asked of us
Americans on aU sides Is: "Is it the
casus belli?"
American Consul Wesley Frost is
forwarding all Information to Wash
ington with & speed and carefulness
resulting from the experience in han
dling 25 previous submarine disasters
in which the United States has had an
interest, especially in the survivors
landed at this port.
His best figures on the Laconia sink
ing are: Total survivors landed here.
267; landed at Bantry, 14; total on
board. 294; missing, 13.
The latest information from Bantry,
the only other port at which survivors
are known to have been landed, con
firms the report of the death of Mrs.
Hoy and her daughter.
Washington and Alder ii'ftv
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