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"Soldiersup the street,

They keep the time;

They look sublime!

Hear them play Die Wacht am Rhein!

They call theth of Main Street and all the Square resounded with the rattle of

vehicles of every kind Since earliest dawn they had been pouring into the

village, a long procession on every country road There were great red and

blue farons, drawn by splendid Clydesdales; the elders of the family

on the front seat and on boards laid from side to side in front, or on

chairs placed close behind, while, in the deep beds back of these,

children tumbled in the straw, or peeped over the sides, rosy-cheeked and

laughing, eyes alight with blissful anticipations There were more

pretentious two-seated cut-unders and stout buckboards, loaded doith

merrymakers, four on a seat meant for two; there were rattle-trap phaetons

and comfortable carry-alls drawn by steady spans; and, now and then, roes, ready to squander all on the first Georgia

waterood

things to eat (the previous night had been a woeful Bartholos paced faithfully, swung buckets