OUR COUNTRY’S CALL 
BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 
Lay down the axe ; (ting by the spade ; 
Leave in the track the toiling plow ; 
The rifle and the bayonet blade 
For arm6 like yours were fitter now. 
And let the hands that ply the pen 
Quit the light desk, and learn to wield 
The horseman 's crooked brand, and rein 
The charger on the battle-field. 
Our country calls ; away ! away ! 
To where the blood streams blot the green ; 
strike to defend the gentlest sway 
That time in all its course has seen. 
g ee —from a thousand coverts—see 
Spring the arm'd foes that haunt her track ; 
They rush to *mitc her down, and we 
Must beat the banded traitors back. 
Ho I sturdy as the oaks ye cleave, 
And moved as soon to tear and flight, 
Men of the glade and forest! leave 
Your woodcraft for the field of fight. 
The arms that wield the axe must pour 
An Iron tempest on the foe ; 
His serried ranks shall yield before 
The arm that lays the panther low. 
And ye who breast the mountain storm, 
In grassy steep or ldgldand lake, 
Come for the land ye love to form 
A bulwark that no foe can break. 
Stand, like yonr own gray cliffs that mock 
The whirlwind ; stand In her defense ; 
The blast as soon shall move the rock 
As rushing squadrons bear ye thence. 
And ye whose homes arc by her grand 
Swift rivers, rising far away, 
Come from the depth of her green land 
As mighty in your march as they ; 
As terrible as when the rains 
Have swelled them over hank and bourne, 
With sudden floods to drown the plains 
And sweep along the woods uptorn. 
And ye who throng beside the deep, 
Her ports and hamlets of the strand 
In number like the waves that leap 
On his long murmuring marge of sand. 
Come, like the deep, w hen o'er his brim 
He rises, all his floods to pour, 
And flings the proudest barks that swim 
A helpless wreck against his shore. 
Few, few are they whose swords of old 
Won the fair land in which we dwell; 
But we are many, we who hold 
The grim resolve to guard it well. 
Strike for that broad and goodly land, 
Blow after blow, till men shall see 
That Might and Bight move hand in hand, 
And glorious must their triumph be. 
At present the Dismal Swamp is f ar f rom j 3ei 
the most dismal part of poor old Virginia. 
If our rebels growl and hark now. we gness the? 
will howl by-and-by—howl like dogs or dervishes' 
They say that Breckinridge in his late battle lost 
an arm. We trust that in his next he will lose an 
army. 
The Richmond Examiner says that Breckinridge 
“ achieved great honor at Baton Rouge,” But jj c 
didn't achieve Baton Rouge. 
Jeff. Davis, Beauregard, Pillow, and Van Dorn 
were horn great liars, and have become much 
greater ones by industrious self-cultivation. 
A Preacher of the M. E. Church says that he and 
his brethren will fight the rebels in this world, and 
if God permit, chase their frightened ghosts in the 
next. 
H e who opposes the policy of the Government's 
drawing troops to recruit its armies, doesn’t deserve 
the privilege of drawing his breath to recruit his 
lungs. 
Some of the skedaddlers from the draft who have 
reached Havana are now in mortal fear of the yel¬ 
low fever, which has appeared there, but they get 
only ridicule and contempt from the Spaniards. 
Albert Pike complained, in bis letter to Gen, 
Ilinman. that he was very unpopular with the 
Indians under his command. The fact is, some of 
the Indians are getting slightly civilized, and they 
don't like Pike's ways. 
at the grapes, “Squire -’s gardener must be a 
poor ignorant creature to fancy he had discovered a 
secret in what is go very well known to every pro¬ 
fessed horticulturist. Professor Liebig, my lord, 
has treated of Ibe good effects of charcoal-dressing, 
to vines especially; and it is to be explained on 
these chemical principles”—therewith the wise man 
entered into a profound disputation, of which his 
lordship did not understand a word. 
“Well, then,” said the peer, cutting short Ihe ha¬ 
rangue, ‘-since you know so well that charcpal- 
dressingis good for vines and flowers, have you ever 
tried it on mine?” 
“ I can't say I have, my lord; it did not chance to 
come into my head.” 
“ Nay,” replied the peer, “ chance put it into your 
head, hut thought never took it out of your head.” 
My lord, who if he did not know much about hor¬ 
ticulture, wa9 a good judge of mankind, dismissed 
the man of learning, and with many apologies tor 
seeking to rob his neighbor of such a treasure, asked 
the squire to transfer to his service the man of 
genius. The squire, who thought that now the char¬ 
coal had been once discovered, any new gardener 
could apply it as well as the old one, w-as too happy 
to oblige my lord, and advance the fortunes of an 
honest fellow born in his village. His lordship 
knew very well that a man who makes good use of 
the ideas received through chance, will make a still 
belter use of ideas received through study. He took 
some kind but not altogether unselfish pains with 
the education ot a man of genius whom he had 
gained to his service. The man is now my lord’s 
head forester and bailiff. The woods thrive under 
him, the farm pays largely. He and my lord are 
both the richer for the connection between them. 
He is not the less practically pains-taking, though 
nor the less 
“ Certainly, sir,” returned the shopman politely, 
“if yon will have the kindness to wait one moment, 
until I have attended to this lady.” 
Jonathan Starke sat down on oneof the revolving 
stools in front of the counter, and swung himself 
creakingly round and round, staring at the drugs 
and sniffing in the aromatic odor of the scented 
soaps, and stealing sly glances at the antiquated 
female, who was whispering mysteriously to the 
shopman, with an odd kind of incredulity that she 
could by any possibility belong to the samusex wilh 
his blue-eyed, peach-blossum little fiancee, pretty 
Effie Scott! 
He was roused from this meditation by the half- 
suppressed laughter of a bevy of gay girls, who had 
fluttered like a swarm of butterflies into the store. 
And what was worse, Jonathan was uncomfortably 
certain that they were tittering at his cowhide boots 
and home-made garments. He turned very hot, 
and tell a moisture starting upon his brow. 
“Tour parcel is ready, sir,” said the man of vials 
and gallipots, and Jonathan, making a dash at the 
square package, neatly tied with a pink twine, 
rushed out of the store, and never stopped until he 
had reached the cars, whose flying feet of iron bore 
him far out of the noisome city suburbs into the 
peaceful solitudes, where the still glens seemed to 
listen as the “evening tram” sped by. and the 
goldeD spring twilight was full of the strange, inde¬ 
scribable fragrance of budding shrubs, and shooting 
grass, and early wild flowers, opening their meek 
eyes along sunny spots on the edge of talkative 
brooks! 
“The city may be a very nice place,” soliloquized 
Jonathan, as he alighted at the little station in the 
woods, “ but you don’t catch me going there again 
in ahurry! My head feels like a rattle-box, and I do 
believe the soles of my feet are blistered! I'm glad 
I bought Effie’s present, though; 1 wonder what she 
will say to it!” 
And Jonathan burst into a shy, hilarious kind of 
laugh, which startled the echoes all along the glen 
road, into hollow, dying cachinations. Yes—Jona¬ 
than Starke thought, lie hadn’t accomplished ft bad 
day's work. How little do we, any of us, know just 
what we’ve done, and what we haven't! 
Deacon Scott's house, on the brow of the hill, 
looked dark against the crimson fires that yet lin¬ 
gered along the west, when Jouatlmn Starke opened 
the “keepin’ room” door, and thrust his curly head 
sheepishly in. 
“Come in, Starke,” said the deacon, who was 
thoughtfully rubbing bis spectacles, while bis better 
half was storming a substantial looking stocking at 
the point of the darning-needle. 
“Do stop a minute. Jonathan,” said brisk little 
Mrs, Scott, "You're always in such a hurry.” 
And Effie, who sat on a low stool, just in front of 
the generous, glowing fire, paring a wooden tray 
of red-cheeked apples, didn't say a word, but pared 
away for dear life, and pretended not to see Jona¬ 
than. 
•‘Thankee, I ean‘1 stay to-night.” said Jonathan. 
“ Effie. here's something I brought you for a birth¬ 
day present.” 
He laid the package on the table, alongside of a 
japanned tea-tray and the big family Bible, and dis¬ 
appeared. And the first Deacon Scott knew, the 
apples were all rolling about the floor, and Effie had 
vanished, up to her chamber. 
•• Well,” said the deacon, apologetically, “we’ve 
been young ourselves, Betsey!” 
How Effie Scott’s heart beat as she removed the 
wrappings of the small white box. by the dim light 
of one tallow caudle, on her little pink-draped toilet 
table. How kind it was ot Jouatban to remember 
her—how pleasant it was to be thought of. She 
opened the box, with cherry lips half apart, and 
cheeks flushed with bright expectation. 
The box was divided into small compartments. 
Effie had never before seen anything like it; and 
she gazed in mute wonder, that was soon changed 
into indignant wrath. 
“ Good gracious! what does this mean?” she 
ejaculated. 
There were tiny pink pastilles labelled “rouge, 
and a cup of white powder marked “ pearl,” and a 
bottle ticketed “ Cream of roses, to be applied every 
night and morning.'' and a crimson, paste-like cos¬ 
metic, in a vial, with a suspicious little brush in it. 
Eftie got no further in her investigations, but 
dashed the box angrily upon the floor, and burst 
into a storm of sparkling tears. Did Jonathan mean 
to insult her? Did he suppose site had need of these 
vile drugs and poisonous cosmetics? She would 
never speak to him again—no, never' 
Roor Effie! she sobbed herself to sleep, with her 
head resting on the toilet-table, and her pillow one 
rounded arm; and so her mother found her an hour 
or two later, when, mother like, she came up on tip¬ 
toe to see - what ailed the child.” 
“Good morning, deacon,” said Jonathan, the 
next day, as he wiped the mud off his shoes on the 
carpet rug that always lay just inside the door, and 
deposited his hat on the table. 
“Morning,” said the deacon, laconically. 
“ How is Effie to-day?" 
“Well,” returned the deacon, gazing solemnly 
into the fire, “she’s pretty well, I guess.” 
“How did she like her present?” inquired Jona¬ 
than, bashfully. 
-• Well, I b’lieve she didn't like it at all," said the 
deacon, hitching his chair a little back. 
Not like it!” Jonathan opened eyes and mouth 
in inexpressible surprise. “Well, there! nobody 
can tell anything about a woman's fancy. I dkl 
think she'd have been pleased, Ihough." 
“ Hem-m-m! ” remarked the deacon, senten- 
tiously. 
"Is Ehe at home?” pursued Jonathan. 
“Well, yes, she’s to hum,'’ answered Deacon 
Scott. 
“Can I see her?” 
The deacon took his pipe out of his mouth. •• She 
says she don't never want to sue you again, Mr. 
Starke!” 
•■Not want to see me again!” Jonathan's brown 
skin took an ashy shade, and his under jaw drop¬ 
ped. “See here, Deacon Scott, wbat’6 the meaning 
of all this?” 
■■Well, Mr. Starke,” said the worthy deacon, “if 
you was a gal, you wouldn’t like it very well to 
have your feller send you a box of paint and cos- 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
he no longer says “ben’t and his’n;' 
felicitously theoretical, though he no longer ascribes 
a successful experiment to chance. 
I am composed of 79 letters. 
My 29. 74. 2. 40. 7. 15 is a river in Michigan. 
My 3S, 77, 75. 68. 01. IS. 2, 72, 70, 5, 35,11, 34 is a lake inN. H. 
My 42, 63, 20, 65 is a county in Illinois. 
My 19, 24, 68. 13, 39, 6 is a county in Michigan. 
My 1, 33. 51, 73, 55 is a cape on the coast of one of the British 
isles. 
My 12, 5S, 32, 13, 17, 19 is a lake in Illinois, 
My 52. 44, 62, 8, 14, 78, 57 is the capital of my 43, 23,16,10, 
7, 79, 74. 45. 
My 72, 56,13, 44 is a city in Greece. 
My 27, 67, 53, 52 is u city in ray 30, 24. 64, 52, 74, 45, 46. 
My 33, 28, 4 is a sea between Africa and Asia. 
My 47, 22,14. 21. 68 is a riser in Arkansas. 
•\ly 41, 65, 33, 13 is a town in Africa 
My 26, 67. 45, 39, 40 is a eesport in Africa. 
My 69, 2S. 74, 70 is u sea in Turkey. 
My 42. 49, £4, 74. 47. 44 U a county in Michigan. 
My 18, 61, 9, 60 is a county iu North Carolina. 
My 64, 71, 44, 31. 59, 32. 68 is a county in New Hampshire. 
My 26, 48,36, 37, 50, 32,5. 71,75 is a village of the Netherlands 
My 3, 19, 4. 44, 43 is a river in Portugal. 
My whole Is one of Solomon’s proverbs. 
Marshall, Michigan, 1862. A. B. G. 
£3^” Answer in two weeks. 
DROPS OF WISDOM, 
“Jump over all the ‘ it’s’ and 1 huts,’ 
There's always some kind hand 
To lift life's wagon o cr the ruts, 
And poke away the sand.” 
“ What'er of life remains for me, 
I’ll pass in sober ease; 
Half pleased, contented will 1 be— 
Content but half to plfate.^—Mrs Grevillc. 
“Failing.” What a world of agony is.in that 
word.— Smith. 
If earth were more satisfactory, Heaven would he 
less longed for.— Smith. 
The Christian alone can experience all the bless¬ 
edness of love and friendship.— Smith. 
Be not too slow in the breaking of a sinful cus¬ 
tom; a quick, courageous resolution, is better than a 
gradual deliberation. 
Only as we love generously, unselfishly, and 
fully, can we begin to comprehend aught of that 
love that paeseth knowledge.— Smith. 
Love is a prop, a support, a sustainer. It gives 
energy, hope, aspiration—everything good this side 
of Heaven—and Heaven itself.— Thomason. 
JONATHAN’S PRESENT 
“ I wish I knew what to buy our Effie for a birth¬ 
day present!” 
“Our Effie.” How natural it seemed to use the 
caressing household phrase—and Jonathan Starke 
thought, with a sudden thrill of happiness, how 
short a period would elapse ere he might say his 
Effie—his own darling, bjue-eyed wife! And Jona¬ 
than. a gigantic, brown-browed son of Connecticut, 
strode along Broadway wilh ponderous tread and 
cheery whistle, viewing, with benevolent pity, the 
manikin dandies who thronged the fashionable pave, 
and wondering if they, insignificant little wasp- 
wasted beings that they were, had been able to find 
“Ellies'' of their own! Not likely, Jonathan 
thought, for the girls up his way preferred six-foot¬ 
ers, who could swing an axe and wield a sickle like 
men, and foolish Jonathan imagined New York 
belles were similarly inclined. 
Only the evening before, when he had stood at 
her lather's wicket gate, with the new moon glim¬ 
mering through the purple March twilight, Effie had 
said to him, softly as if the dew and the starlight, and 
the faint, delicious smells of the golden daffodils in 
the garden border, and the blue violets just, budding 
out on the meadow slopes, had passed into the very 
tones ot her voice, “ To-morrow I shall be seven¬ 
teen!” And Jonathan had thought ot a dozen 
pretty things to say, but hadn't been able to get any 
one of ’em any further than the roof of his mouth! 
So here he was, fingering his brown leather purse 
uneasily in front of every store window, and envy¬ 
ing the courage of the experienced shoppers, who 
skimmed into the stores, and asked the prices of 
things, and skimmed out again, without any more 
idea of buying than the man in the moon! 
“If it was a man, now, I could tell something 
about it!” groaned Jouatban; “but how is a fellow 
to understand the things a woman fancies?" 
My dear, unsophisticated Jonathan! a good many 
people have been precisely in your predicament 
before now! 
There were dainty little bonnets of blue velvet 
and plumes; there were lace collars, looking to 
Jonathan's bewildered gaze as if they would flutter 
away at the merest breath of air; and gleaming 
folds of lustrous silk, which he couldn't any more 
fancy Effie Scott wearing than he could imagine 
the russet robin of the Connecticut woods decked 
out in the gaudy plumage of the paroquet! There 
were flashing jewels, and tiny work-boxes of shining 
satin-wood, with thimbles a la Lilliput—very nice 
to look at, do doubt, but by no means adapted to 
the wants of the thrifty little maiden who was 
equally at home darning the blue woolen stockings 
of her farmer-brothers, or setting a neat patch into 
the knees of her papa’s trousers! Jonathan stop¬ 
ped before a thriving grocery, and eyed some glass 
receptacles where gherkins and onions and glossy 
green peppers lay enshrined in gulls of vinegar; 
but then he remembered that ajar of pickles wasn't 
the exact thing to present to mi affianced lady-love, 
and he passed on to a doorway where cageriike 
crinolines swayed gracefully back and forth at every 
breeze. 
“If there was any way of getting the creature 
home!” he thought, disconsolately; “but I can't 
wear it myself, and I don’t see any other convenient 
method of transferring it to Mill Hollow! No; that 
won't do!” 
Suddenly Jonathan Starke stopped short before 
the glistening treasures of a druggist's window, 
where a gilded filagree basket contained two fairy 
cut-glass bottles filled with clear, sparkling cologne. 
“ That's what I want!" ejaculated Jonathan, clap¬ 
ping his hat gleefully on OBe side. “ Wont that 
gimcrack look nice on Deacon Scott’s parlor table? 
Why, thu minister's wife herself hasn't anything 
better than a. flat camphor bottle and a vial of 
essence of peppermint. Hallo. Mr. Shopman, what's 
the price of that little basket of bottles?” 
“Three dollars, sir!’’ said the glib attendant, who 
was busy waiting on a sour-faced old maid, in ex- 
LEARNING AND GENIUS 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
A certain nobleman, very proud of the extent 
and beauty of his pleasure grouuds, chancing one 
day to call on a small squire, whose garden might 
cover about half an acre, was greatly struck with 
the brilliant color of his neighbor's flowers. “Ay, 
my lord, the flowers are well enough,” said the 
squire, “but permit me to show you my grapes.” 
Conducted into an old-lasbioned little green-house, 
which served as a vinery, my lord gazed with 
mortification and envy on grapes twice as fine as 
his own. “My dear friend,” said my lord, “you 
have a jewel of a gardener—let me see him!” The 
gardener was called —the single gardener—a sim¬ 
ple looking youDg man under thirty. “Accept my 
compliments on your flower beds and your grapes.” 
said my lord, “and tell me, if you can, why your 
flowers are so much brighter than mine, and your 
grapes so much finer. You must have studied 
horticulture profoundly.” 
“ Please your lordship,” said the man, “ I have 
not bad the advantage of much education; I ben't 
no scholar; hut as to the flowers and the vines, 
the secret as to treating them just came to me, 
yon see, by chance.” 
“By chance? what chance?” 
“Well, my lord, three years ago, master sent me 
to Lunnon on business of his’n; and it came on to 
rain and I took shelter in a mews, you see.” 
“Yes; you took shelter in a mews—what then?" 
“And there were too gentlemen taking shelter, 
too; and they were talking to each other about 
charcoal." 
••About charcoal — go on.” 
“ And one said it had done a good deal of good 
in many cases of sickness, and specially in the first 
stage of the cholera, and I took a note on my mind 
of that, because we’d had the cholera the year afore 
in our village. And I guesse i the two gentlemen 
were doctors, and knew what they were talking 
about.” 
“I dare say they did: but flowers and vines 
don't have the cholera, do they?” 
“No, my lord, but they have complaints of their 
own; and one of the gentlemen went on to say 
that charcoal had a special good effect on all vege¬ 
table life, and told a story of a vine dresser in 
Germany, 1 think, who had made a very sickly, 
poor vineyard, one of the best in all those parts, 
simply by charcoal-dressing. So I naturally pricked 
up my ears at that, for our vines were iu so bad a 
way that master (bought of doing away with them 
altogether. “Ay,” said the other genlleman, “ and 
see how a little sprinkling of charcoal will brighten 
up a flower-bed.” 
“The rain was now over, and the gentlemen left 
the mews; and I thought, 1 Well, but before I try 
the charcoal on my planls, I'd best make some 
inquiry of them as arn't doctors but gardeners;’ so 
I went to our nurseryman, who bus a deal of book 
learning, and I asked him if he'd ever heard of 
charcoal-dressing being good for vines, and said 
he'd read in a book that it was so, but had never 
tried it. He kindly lent me the book, which was 
translated from some forren one. And after I had 
picked out of it all I could, I tried the charcoal in 
the way the book told me to try it; and that’s how 
the grapes and the flower-beds came to please you, 
my lord. It was a lucky chance that ever I heard 
those gentlemen talking in the mews, please your 
lordship.” 
“Chance happens to all,” answered the peer, 
sententiously; “but to turn chance to account is 
the gift ot few.” 
His lordship, returning home, gazed gloomily 
on the hues of his vast parterres; he visited his 
vineries, and scowled at the clusters; he summoned 
I am composed of 34 letters. 
My IS, 32, 21. 28, 9 is au animal. 
My 12, 23, 7, 21, 5 14, 5 is a United States Senator. 
My 27, 24, 16. 13,18 is a timepiece. 
My 14, 13, 33, 2, 15, 22 is a preposition. 
My 1, 32, 24. 11 is a garment 
My 0. 21. 14. 10, 17 is a Major General in United States Army. 
My 22. 19, 27, 24, 21, 25 is au American statesman. 
My 8. 4. 30, 10. 5, 14 is a city in Austria. 
My 34, 33, 20, 7 is a lake in the United States. 
My 29, 20, 29 is a hoy's nickname. 
My 31, 2, 32.11, 7 is an officer in the United States Nary. 
Sly whole is a proverb. 
Bellevue, Ohio. 1862. Hamilton Z. Williams. 
Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 
Suppose a pole 60 feet in length (upon the top of which a 
squirrel is perched) to stand perpendicular to and at the center 
of a circular plain 40 rods in diameter ; suppose, also, that 
two men, A and B stand upon opposite sides of tills plain, 
in a right line passing through its center, with that part of 
the barrels of their guii6 which is 612 feet from the muzzle 
resting upon its circumference, and having exact aim at the 
squirrel; then suppose the pole to fall toward A until it? rop 
has passed through two-thirds of the distance it would have 
to pass through iu order to reach the plain, and rest there; 
how far w ould each be obliged to lower the muzzle of his 
gun to shoot the squirrel ? 
Austinhurg, Ashtabulu Co., O. Tuaddeus C. Belknap. 
J5P Answer in two weeks. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ANAGRAMS. 
4. Valued in a train. 
5. Nasty Rome. 
6. True gals lie. 
1. No charm in a ball. 
2. A man cries. 
3. Mercy to man. 
Williamsvilu. 
Answer in two weeks. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Boast not thyself of 
to-morrow, for thou knowest not what a day may briug torth. 
Answer to Geographical Enigma —The Union, uow and 
forever. 
Answer to Arithmetical Problem:—38)* days. 
Yankees Outdone.— Hitherto, when it has been 
desired to express the highest degree of financial 
acuteness, we have referred to the Yankee who sold 
wooden nutmegs, or to the one who turned his 
refuse shoe pegs to account by sharpening the other 
end and selling them for oats; or, finally, to the seB 
ler of •• @u(field indigo,” i. blue colored cakes of 
starch. But Johnny Bull is now a little ahead. 
Mr. W. L. Scott, in a recent lecture before (be Lon¬ 
don Society of Arts, says the fruit dealers in Eng¬ 
land are selling painted imitations of the American 
Newtown Pippins; stale oranges are colored up 
bright and new with saffron; melons and cucumbers, 
when rusty, are brightened with acetate of copper, 
(verdigris;) while they are sending to our country 
Cayenne pepper manufactured from old ship bread, 
which is first soaked in a solution of genuine pepper, 
then dried, and colored, if need be, then ground fine 
in a little lime, aud put up in boxes labelled with 
the royal arms, and marked “pure.” 
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post-office where received. 
What’s in a Name?— From a description of the 
Chinese Capital, in McMillan's Magazine, is ex¬ 
tracted the following selection of names of Pekin 
streets:—“ Fetid-hide street, Dog's tooth, Cut-assun- 
der, Barbarian, Baaid of Punishment, Dog’s-tail, 
Boat-plank, Obedience, Water-wheel, Cow’s-horn- 
bend, Newly-opened, Pay and Rations, Goddess of 
Mercy, Temple, Mutton. Sugar-place, Old-screeD. 
Pine, Immeasurably-great, Proboscis, Handkerchief 
and Stone-tiger street” 
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