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A t kia fu r peat. S unset H o o rn . fan th e C a n a d ia n n o rth . J im S tu a r t, tr a d e r In c h arg e ,
w<‘ h his h a u r t a w . O m a r , rescues A u r o r e L s B le a d . d a u g h te r of S t u a r t ’s H e a l la th e fu r
huaoMSs, f r em a a o v e rtu rn e d canoe tai th e lak e . S h e proves a c h a rm in g c om panion, and
S tu a r t la n a tu r a lly a ttr a c te d . J im ’ s s u p e rio r, A n d re w C h ris tie , disp leased a t S t u a r t ’s
tra d e sh ew in g , a llo w s htan, a t h is re q u es t, one y e a r to “ m a k e good.** P a ra d is b rib e * a a
In d ia n to am b u sh J im and O m a r . T h e a tte m p t fe lla . a n d J im ta k e s th e In d ia n to
L e t lo a d .
A f t e r h e a rin g th e s to r y , L s B lo a d disc h a rg ee P a ra d ia .
J im a n d A u ro re
ack n o w led g e th e ir m u tu a l love, th o u g h A u r o r e la r e tu r n in g to W in n ip e g , a n d J im has
p lan n ed a ca noe t r i p to m a k e a personal a p p ea l to th e In d ia n a , w h o h a v e p e rs is te n tly
refused to tra d e th e ir fu rs w ith h im . H e finds th a t P a ra d is has s atia te d th e ir s u p e rs ti
tio n to d iscourage th e m fro m tr a d in g w ith S tu a r t. P a ra d is * m en a m b u sh J im and O m a r
a g a in , h u t th e y a re n e t h a r m e d E s a u , h a lt-b re e d p a r tia a a of S tu a r t, lea v es on a m y s
te rio u s jo u rn e y w h ich th e y hope w ill re s u lt in th e o v e rth ro w of “ J in g w a k .“ In d ia n
• m e d < m e m an** to th e p ay of P a ra d ia .
CHAPTER VII
— 12—
In the gray dawn the canoe nosed
out of the river through the blanket
of mist masking the still surface of
Namegami, the OJibwa's Lake of the
Sturgeon. Here, living largely on
their sturgeon setlines and white-fish
nets, many hunters came with their
families to pass the swift weeks of
summer before they returned to the
far valleys and muskegs of their trap
ping country. Here, the Pipestone In
dians had told Jim and Omar. Jingwak
made his home, and from here. In De
cember and June, he led the Stunters
south to the trade at I.eltlond's.
Before the rising sun cleared the
smoking surface of the lake. Jim and
Omar went ashore und, hiding their
canoe In the brush, ate and slept.
From now on. the prlce*of their safety
would be eternal vigilance. Their es
cape to the south would mean that
henceforth Paradis would he a wanted
man—an outlaw. For hltn the dog-
teams of the police would comb a
thousand miles of forest. From Ru
pert House to Fort Severn his ap
pearance at a post would mean arrest.
The very existence of the North-West
company would hang on their repudia
tion of his deeds in their behalf. I-e-
Blond might have secretly sent him
to hide on the Sturgeon, but If Stuart
returned south, the master of Bonne
Chance must forever wash hls hands
of Paradis. And this, Paradis, him
self, only too well knew. So In the
search to learn the fate of old Esau
the men from Sunset House must use
the caution of the hunted creatures
of the forest.
But the lake was a large one. with
many Islands. Other connecting lakes
lay beyond. And Ihe sole means of
learning whether Esau hud avoided
Paradis and reached the Sturgeon was
by talking to the OJibwas who might
have seen or met him. In time some
of these Indians would carry the news
of Jim's presence to Paradis. But It
could not be avoided.
They were
here, now. to save old Esau. If alive,
then. If possible, get out of the coun
try, The expedition against the sor
cerer, Jingwak, had come to this— a
bare fight for life. And neither Jim
nor Omar thought they could win.
After dark the peterboro started
down the lake with muffled paddles.
On the shore. In the distance, a fire
twinkled, like a star, for the nights
were growing cool.
“Shall we make a stab and see what
they know?" suggested Jim. “By day
light Esau would have passed In sight
of this camp.”
“Ah-hah. dese peep' are alone here.
Eet might be long tarn before dey see
oders an’ tell dem about us”
So they landed at the camp. Jim
approached the small fire with the
customary "bo'-Jo's” while Omar
squatted In the gloom at the bow of the
canoe. Hls right hand, which rested
Inside the gunwale, gripped a cocked
rifle.
“Bo'-Jo' I" The old Indian at the
fire rose at Jim’s approach. Stuart's
roving eyes saw that he was alone.
The fire glow fell upon a tipi of cari
bou hide, the door flops of which were
closed.
The bright, mlnk-like eyes of the
old hunter measured the tall figure
of the white man from felt hat to
moccasins, but hls weather cured face,
seamed by the years, evidenced
neither excitement nor curiosity as
he said In OJIbwa: “You come far.”
“Yes,” Jim answered In the same
tongue, “we come far to talk with the
people of the Sturgeon country.”
“ What have yon to tell them? That
Jingwak, the shaman, grows fat on
the flour and sugar of the trader,
Paradis?”
Jim searched the shrewd eyes of the
Indian for signs of the derision which
the speech Implied, but found none.
Still, the OJIbwa had used the Identi
cal words employed by Stuart at the
Pipestone lakes. This was interest
ing. He would draw the old man out
and learn about Esau. Handing the
OJIbwa a plug of tobacco, he filled hls
own pipe.
“ I have much to tell them,” Jim an
swered. “It may be that you have
much to toll nw. Are you alone?
Where Is your family?"
The Indian gestured toward the
tlpl. “She is sick.”
"Your wife?" Here was a stroke of I
luck. Stuart carried a small medi I
cine case. It might be that the woman
had some slight ailment that he could
aid. He had often dressed wounds
for the Indians and knew the use of
simple medical remedies.
“Yes, she cut her hand and her arm
Is large, with much pain"
“Infected.” thought Jim.
“I f It
hasn’t gone too far I can clean It up.
That means gratitude— the friendship
of these people. They inay be useful.
And there’s no time to waste."
“You have no son to help you on
your trap lines this winter?" Jim
asked.
The old man gnxed grimly Into the
fire as he shook hls head. “I am alone.
I had a son. but he Is a son no more.
He left me to follow the trader Para
dis. and the long snows I have seen
fall, and melt to swell the rivers, are
many.”
Here was luck! “Omar, come up
here!” Jim called In English to the
sentinel at the canoe.
"Go Into the tlpl and look at the
sick squaw," came the guttural de
mand from the gloom beyond the fire
light
The wily half-breed was not to be
drawn Into a possible trap.
With
cocked rifle, he waited for proof of the
OJIhwn's story. Invisible, be com
manded the tlpl and the fire,
“I have medicine and have cured
many Indians at the I.ake of the Sand
Beaches," Jim said. “Your wife has
poisoned her hand. The poison moves
fast up the arm. It will reach her
neck—then her heart. I f you would
have her live. I must see her at once."
For a space the Indian scrutinized
Jim's frank countenance, lit by the
fire glow. Then he entered the tlpl.
from which directly Issued a muffled
conversation broken by low moans.
That there was no treachery here,
Jim was satisfied.
The Indian emerged from the tent
and said: “She Is very sick. I f the
medicine of Ihe white man will help
her, she Is willing to see him.”
Lighting a torch of rolled birch-
bark, the OJIbwa led the way Into the
tlpl. As Jim followed, a crouched. In
visible figure held a rifle lined on the
lodge. Omar was taking no chances.
On a pile of skins Jim found a
squaw writhing In pain, the hand, cut
while cleaning fish, was red and
swollen, the inflammation reaching to
the glands of the forearm. And her
head was hot with fever.
As he had guessed. It was a bad
case of Infection, hut there was a
chance of checking It as it had not
progressed to the shoulder. Return
ing to his canoe, he took hls medicine
case from a hag. and had the old man
heat a kettle of water. Then he said:
“This will give her pain. The wound
is full of pus—of poison. It must be
cleaned out and washed with medicine.
Does she understand It will hurt her?"
The old man smiled grimly. “Has
she not been In pain for two sleeps?
She says the little knife can be no
worse.”
So, In the flickering light of the
blrch-bark, Stuart opened the Inflamed
hand, cleaned out the wound, sterilized
it with bichloride of mercury, and
bound It up, while the drawn, gray
face of the old squaw wet with the
sweat of her agony, held to Its stoic
Immobility.
They went outside to the fire, and
the stiff features of the OJIbwa soft
ened as he said: “The white man's
medicine is strong. She will be well
again.”
“I do not know," replied Jim, con
sidering the situation. He might pull
the old woman out of her Infection If
he stayed and dressed the arm. But
that meant the risk of showing them
selves to camps In the vicinity. And
time was precious If they were to
help Esau. Omar would never agree
to It. But then, there was the brave
old soul In the dpi who had not so
much as whimpered as he opened the
wound, helpless without him. How
could he leave her?
Out of the murk Omar suddenly ap
peared at the fire.
“This Is Omar, my friend," said Jim,
as the two men exchanged •‘bo'-Jo's"
and the customnry handshakes. "You
have not told me your name.”
The old man's seamed face expand
ed In a chuckle. “My name Is Jlnaw.”
It was OJIbwa for rattlesnake, and
Omar'a black eyes anapped as he sold,
significantly thrusting a menacing
face Into that of the other: “You
«wststototaatataift.
got your poison fnngs ready for some •Inrere, lost no time In planning to
body r
make use of him In their search for
With unblinking eyes the Indian an Esau. As an earnest of their friend
swered the strange question. “My ship, Omar brought from the canoe,
fangs are waiting for the trader,
Dour, sugar, tea, and tolmcco, none
Paradis, and Jingwak, the shaman."
of which the old man had, and gave
Jim glanced at Omar's surprised the sick squaw a dipper of stlmulntlng
face. Could It be that they had stum tea, which she gratefully swallowed.
bled upon a possible ally, or was Then, heartened by the good fortune
Jlnaw leading them on to betray the which had led them to the tlpl of
object of their search? And yet he Jlnaw, the Rattlesnake, they paddled
had trusted Jim with hls squaw’s arm.
a tulle down the shore and hid canoe
“Why did you ask me If I had come and outfit as the young tniHin broke
to tell the OJibwas that Jingwak grows through the clouds above a lake d rift
fat on the Hour of Paradis?” Jim de ed with shadows.
manded.
While the sky cleared and, here and
“Because, the tun before the last
there, the mirror of the lake picked
sleep, Jingwak was here and said so.”
up the stars, one question harassed
"He was here?” Jim was thrilled.
the thoughts of the two men wtio had
This old man might hare news of
been told by Jlnaw that their canoe
Esau. “ Was he alone?”
would never turn south up the racing
“Yes, he was waiting for Faradls
Sturgeon: Where was Esau?
who had been up river."
As the night deepened and the moon
“Did he say why Psradls went up dipped toward the black buttreaaee of
river?"
the spruce ridge Hanking the western
“He said that Paradis went to drive shore. Its beams touched two blurred
from the country the trader who had shapes stretched In an open space be
been telling the Indiana at the Lake of
side a stony bench. Far out on the
the Great Stones that Jingwak waa a lake the funereal night wall of a loon
false shaman. I told him he could lifted from the shadows. Then, for a
prove that a He by curing my squaw
long space, forest and lake slumbered,
who was sick."
until, at last, on the heavy silence of
“What did he d o r
the timbered shore broka the deep-
"He said he had no time to set up toned "whoo-hoo-hoo, whooo-whooo I"
hls medicine lodge, hut would drive
of the horned owl. But the shupes la
the devils from her arm,” said the old
the blnnkets lay like dead men.
man with a grimace.
Again the hush of the tomb returned
“And he proved he was a wabeno,
to the forest, while the moon rode
for the devils stayed." laughed Jim.
from sight behind a drift of cloud,
The face of Jlnaw twisted with hate.
and murk swallowed the muffled fig
“That Is why the fangs of Jlnaw wait
ures on the shore. For a time the
for him," he said.
patrols of the forest night gave no
“lias Paradia return«*«!?”
voice, then the hunting call of the
“I have not seen him.”
fenthered assassin of the shadows
"Have you seen an old man In a again mnrre«l the deep pence. But the
bark canoe traveling this way?"
shaggy sentinel. Smoke, no longer
“No,"
kept guurd beside hls sleeping master.
“Your son went with Paradis?”
The sinister sound was unheard. The
“Yea, Jlngwuk said there were nine blanketed heaps did not stir.
with him. In two canoes,"
Time passed and the moon hrnko
Then, with a glance at Omar, Jim
from Its curtain of cloud to light tht
lake shore and touch the wrapped
shapes near the hidden canoe. Then,
close by. like the stealthy movement
of padded feet, sounded a faint rustla.
For a long space, silence; and the
sound was repeated. Again, silence,
while the night grew older; until,
with the nolselessness of a snake,
something left the packed glooni of
the scrub and writhed Into the moon-
light.
Near the two still shapes now lay a
third.
Again movement In the black murk
of the brush, the swift progress of a
dark body, and where two had lain—
now lay four.
Heavy with silence the forest slum
bered on.
Then a moonbeam touched bright
metnl In the Ufttwl hands of two
kneeling men as they struck at the
huddled figures between them—struck
again. But their knife hands (lid nut
lift for the third blow nt the sleeping
men, for, like the rush of stalking
He Would Draw the Old Man Out
wolves, the Impact of two heavy bodies
and Learn About Esau.
ground their faces Into tho soil, as
the skinning knives of Dinar Boisvert
said: “Your son Is not killed. We
and Jim Stuart drove deep Into their
spared him,”
backs.
JInaw's face reflected hls amaze
Leaving the tricked henchmen of
ment “You met them— ten of them
Paradis stiffening beside the blanketed
—and they did not stop y o u r
heaps which the men from Sunset
“My medicine was too strong for
House had cunningly arranged to
them. We left them lying on the trail,
simulate the shapes of sleeping men.
but they are not hurt"
For a long space JInaw's shrewd Jim anil Omar listened In the murk of
eyes scrutinized the frank coun the shore willows for the sound of
tenance of the white man. Then he muffled paddles or men moving In the
forest In the renr of the camp.
said quietly: “You have the face of
“I tole you de trick would work,”
one whose heart Is a stranger to fear;
Omar breathed Into the car of hls
you should have killed them. They
will never let you leave this lake chief. "Jlnaw. ho fool me. hut I have
fear Jus' de same. He tole dem we go
alive."
Ignoring the cheerful prophesy, little piece down de Ink’ to sleep.”
“Old Jinnw! To think he would
Omar broke Into the conversation,
betray us."’ murmured Jim, bitter
which had been carried on entirely In
OJIbwa. “Do all the people here be with the thought of the treachery of
the Indian whom he had befriended.
lieve In this wabeno, Jingwak?"
“Dey see us from de Ink' w'lle we
“No, but many of the young men do."
talk to de Rattlesnake at de fire.
“W ill the old men listen to us If we
Hees fangs weel spit no more poison
talk to th e m r
w'en Omar squezze hecs t'roat.”
"They will listen, but Paradis will
find you with hls young men and kill
“And hls squaw—poor old soul!"
you.”
“Ah-hnh! She ees de moder of wan
Omar grimace«! In JInaw's grave
ov dose who come to keel us een our
face. “The medicine of this white sleep, mebbe. You sorry for her?”
mar. laughs at knife and bullet Ask
“Yes, I ain sorry for her. She wss
Paradis what he did with hls nine so game when I hurt her. I believe
men.” Then Omar's swart face hard I could bare saved her, too. Now
ened Into a menacing mask. “The
she'll die— if you put Jlnaw out of the
fangs of Jlnaw seek the trader Para way."
dis and this wabeno. They, also, are
“Shlsh!“
our enemies. Jlnaw Is old, hls son has
The steel-hard fingers of Omar
left him, and he needs friends. We closed on Jim's arm as the straining
will be hls friends.”
ears of the two waited for the repeti
The three filled their pipes and sat
tion of a sound hark In the forest
down by the fire, while Omar, now
Shortly It came.
convinced that the old Indian was
(T O B E C O N T IN U E D .)
O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O
Few Recognized Beauty of Gettysburg Address
When the speakers were being chos
en to make addresses at Gettysburg In
1863, President Lincoln was an after
thought—und then a dubious chairman
begged him to make hls speech as
short as possible I
It Is generally believed that Lin
coln wrote the Gettysburg address on
a piece of brown paper, on the way to
Gettysburg. But this Is not true, ac
cording to Ihe Golden Book Magazine.
Two days before the dedication at
Gettysburg, President Lincoln had the
speech almost all written and In his
hst (where lie usually kept valuable
papers).
“The silence during the delivery of
the speech, and the lack of hearty
demonstration at Its close,” said Ward
H ill Lnmon, describing the event,
"were taken by Mr. Lincoln as cer-
W h il. There’s L ife —
Under Mexican law, n stranded or
wrecked ship cannot he hoarded for
the purpose of snlvnglng articles for
Individual gain as long as there Is
life n b o s't—even If It Is only the
ship's mascot.
tain proof that It had not been well
received. In that opinion we all shared.
"Mr. Lincoln said to me: ‘Lnmon,
that speech won’t scour! It's a flat
failure nnd the people are disappoint
ed.* ” It occurred to only a few who
heard It that it was an Immortal ad
dress.
LANGUAGE CLEW TO
MercollzedWax
ALL PAST HISTORY Keeps Skin Y oung
W hy Archeological W ork
u l l uU> v U - s k n - J A t Srus r
Is Important.
To some It may seem foolish for
man to spend w eeks mid months
recording the pecularltlee of speech
of an aged Indian who recalls a lan
guage which will vanish completely
with that peraou’s death. That lan
guage Is completely outworn.
The
descendants of those who used It nre
now speaking English or Spanish. To
the uninitiated, It Is the mere record
ing of useless gibberish.
Yet the American Council of
team ed Societies reports with pride
that one research worker baa nearly
completed records of tho Southern
Caddoan language, that another la
piecing together a record of the near
ly vanished Mohican dialect of the
Eastern Algonqulns and that still an
other has found that a handful of
Indiana In Oregon still speak the
Cayuee language, which It waa
thought vanished SO years ago.
Such wotk la more than a pastime
or a hobby. To archeologists and
others Interested In America's past
It Is of vital Importance,
Native
languages form one of tho most re
liable means of tracing movements In
prehistoric America. Pottery, weap
ons, Jewelry, basketry, design and
architecture all are clews to events
In that forgotten past But innguags
la a thread running through them alL
Ancient America, the two con
tinents, had no fewer than ISO lan
guages, each fundamentally different
from the others In grammar, vocabu
lary and phonetics. Moat of them
had dlulecta. Some even hnd sep
arate forma for the use of men and
women. How complex thia waa and
how great an aid It can he to the
delver In prehistory may he real-
tied by remembering that Europe and
Asia combined have only about 23
language stocks.
In tracing the movements of an
cient Americans, scientists can tuakt
uncannily accurate guesses from evi
dence they dig from ruined villages.
But there are many open links. Oc
casionally the student of native lan
guages can close those links. Wheth
er the pottery shards show It or not.
If one-time Inhabitants of Idaho
moved to Pennsylvania, the lan
guages will show IL If the languages
can be studied I f the langungq of
the Mound Builders of Ohio were
available for study, for Instance, tt
might reveal similarities to the lan
guage of the Mayana and the Asters
to prove a relationship which many
archeologists hnve suspected but have
never been able to prove.
This Interest In Indian languages
Is not new. The Spanish priests
gathered Indian words In Mexico as
early as 1371. Roger Williams stud
ied Indian Inngunges In New Eng
land In the 1630's. John Eliot pre
pared hls famous "Indian Grammar
Begun" In 1066. Thomas Jefferson In
1701 made an effort to rescue vanish
Ing Indian tongues and when he sent
Lewis and Clark to the Pacific he
told them to study Indian languages.
But only In recent years have
scientists taken up the task In earn
est as a phase of archeology.
a
“ Com pany Fro m A m erica “
A p p rec iate d in O rien t
Anybody might claim to be widely
known and appreciated for whom a
native of Shanghai would hnlld an
addition to hla home, hopeful of a
visit some time. That's Just the poet
tlon In which Dr. Samuel J. Braden-
burg of Clnrk university and Mra.
Brandenburg find themselves.
When Dr. Oeorge 11. Blakeslee
reached Shanghai recently on hls
mission for Uncle Sam, he hunted
np Lee Sn, who formerly was • stu
dent at Clark.
The young man
showed Doctor Blakeslee a wing he
had Just added to hls already luxu
rious home and said Doctor and Mrs.
Brandenburg hnd promised to visit
him some day, and he hnd the rooms
prepared, ready for their coming,
"company from America" for whom
the heat Is none too good Io the
O rie n t—Worcester Telegram.
S ta rv e d A m id P le n ty
Poor but honest was the Mexican
peon, name unknown, who could not
find work In Mexico City. He ob
tained permission of the owner of a
bakery to sleep Inside hls shop to
keep warm. The other morning he
was found dead on the floor of the
shop. Doctors testified that the man
died of starvation. When the police
Investigated, Victor Tellez, owner of
the shop, declnred that never hnd hu
found a roll, a loaf of bread nor even
a little cake missing.
Oregon & California Dir ectory
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PORTLAND, OREUON
4k»uluiufy rnvpvw /
Oornur Mb sad Moy« SU . N ear Union niaU oa.
M u t i c Shorthand Is Latest
A system of mualc shorthand
with which anyone possessing a mu
sical ear, but no musical training,ran
take down
unfamiliar
melodies
while sung or played, has been do-
vised by a man at Chester le-Htreet,
England.
He claims that anyone
may use the system after a few lea-
eons.
T a k e s th e T ic k e t
Askum—As a theatrical man,
Dorsey sure takes the ticket.
Ilascum— He's successful, Is hs?
Askum— Tee, no one ever gete by
bis door without a tic k e t—Pathfind
er Magazine.
W o rm s
a re
Dangerous
M o ,l children ond
stony odult» have
w o rn « . R t a t lt t t -
nuts. low of opeulltu. obdominoi pal««,
a rs (le n t »hol worms moy ba present. Thasa
Inlutilnol paran i m covra o gunurol ron
d o »« condition ond bueom. «anoo« il tkuy
o r . not trsolod promptly. Joynu's Vurmifugo
b the most powurf ul rsmedy know« IO «spot
round worm« and lhatr eggs. Ona battla i t
atvolly «utticlanl. Il It plaotenl, obwluiuly
ho rm lttt, tones vp lha whole dlge«h»e «y»-
tum. G al o b o o t. today from your druggist.
DR. 0 . JAYNE A S O N , Rhllodalphl«.
O V I Ä I S M IL L IO N B O TTLES SOLO
N over Idle
“I am annoyed by Idle gossip."
“There’s no euch thing as Idle gos
sip," said Miss Cayenne. “Gossip Is
always most Industrious.“— Washing
ton Star.
■M a rm an 's A n t good kuupu Iliu m
o u t of houuu, Ino. Sprlnkiu I t about
lh a Boor, window tills , uhulvru, ate.
Rfluctlru )A bourn a day. Chrop.
Nais. U uarantc-xl. l.»0t.»SS r a n .
sold last ysar. A t your d ru g iU I's .
P E T E R M A N ’S
A N T FOOD
E asy to A n sw er
"Now, what were dresses like ten
years ago?" mused the artis t
“Like mine, dear,” replied hls
wife.
Too "Worn-Out” to go
Another date broken . . , Couldn't star
on her feet a minute longer! Lydia B.
Pinkhsm't Vegetable Compound always
relieves cramps. T ry i t next month-
W. N. U„ Portland, No. SO--1032.
T his c o u p o n w i ll le a d to
Steady Job
Spotting the Likeness
S h o rt and
S h a rp
Sir Erne-t Wild was very accomo
dating when, In a case which lasted
more than a fortnight, he undertook to
be content with a brief summing-up
so that a barber who was on the Jury
might be free by Saturday, which Is «
busy day In hls shop. It Is unlikely,
however, that the best record for a
brief summing-up will he broken. “Do
you call the defendant?" asked Ixwd
Bramwell of defending counsel, and
when the reply was "I do not, m ,
Lord," he exclaimed "Phew!" an<|
turning to the Jury, he said, “Gentlo
men, consider your verdict."
Another summing up of Itramwell’f
consisted of this: "Gentlemen, I shall
leave the case to you In eight words,
T h e prisoner filmed nt nothing and
missed IL* '— Mnnclirster Guardian.
u n.
She— My mother was very benutl
fob
He— I see. Then you take after
your fnther?
Styles and times
change hut
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