When The Susquehanna Stage Came To The Daily Halt Beneath The
Blasted Pine At The Cross-Roads, An Elderly Man, Wearing A
Flapping Frock Coat And A Soft Slouch Hat, Stepped Gingerly Over
One Of The Muddy Wheels, And Threw A Doubtful Glance Across The
Level Tobacco Fields, Where The Young Plants Were Drooping In The
June Sunshine.
Blasted Pine At The Cross-Roads, An Elderly Man, Wearing A
Flapping Frock Coat And A Soft Slouch Hat, Stepped Gingerly Over
One Of The Muddy Wheels, And Threw A Doubtful Glance Across The
Level Tobacco Fields, Where The Young Plants Were Drooping In The
June Sunshine.
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