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LETTERS FROM AN OREGON RANCH

Here the creature under discussion, taking advantage of the family jar, dashed from his lair, ran across the room, hid behind a pile of magazines, and there met—death.

As the curtain fell upon the last act, the clock struck one. The pursuit began at twelve. It was an hour to be remembered.

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