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" Wa'al, thar," he exclaims, \ 

 banging down one brawny fist \ 

 on his uplifted knee. " Buggin 

 agin, I swaow ! Hain't yen got' ,#-3^ 

 over thet yit ? What yeu kin C^ i T]y 

 find so mighty fine in them 'ere 

 bugs beats me." 



"Amos," I replied, " there's a 

 sreat deal more in these bug's 

 than you imagine." 



"A pleggy sight, I 

 suppose," he resumed. 

 "f\ "What specie o' critter 



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