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"One hunner and twenty!" cried half-a-dozen voices

"And a half," corrected Job, thrusting the ha

"Can 'ee beat that?" inquired Black George again

"Ay, can 'ee beat that?" echoed the crowd

"It was amy head And

indeed, in my heart I knew I could never hope to equal, hty cast I therefore decided on strategy, and,

with this in mind, proceeded, in a leisurely fashion, once more

to mark out the circle, which was obliterated in places, to

flatten the surface underfoot, to roll up hten

ht

be expected to take before so I could think of to impress

this idea upon the onlookers, I took up the hammer

"Means to do it this ti

off Job's hat in his excite, I

made my second throw There was a h the air, then, like an echo to its