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Molly Wingate was looking far away, pondering s

"Well, anyways, hit's even-Stephen fer theer, "an' ht an' the devil take the

hih both ht, out o'

Lord Lovell, he's mounted his milk-white steed Farewell, sweet sir,

partin' is such sweet sorrer; like ol' Cap'n Bonneville uster say But

o' all the ot inter, this is the

worstest, an' hit couldn't be no worser

"Now, Miss Molly, ye're a plumb diserpintment ter me I jest drapped in

ter see ef ye couldn't tell me what hit was Kit done told me But ye

kain't Whar is yer boasted superiorness as a womern?

"But now, me, havin' did forty mile a day over that country yan, I need

sustenance, an' I'oin' to see ef ol' Cap' Grant, the post trader, has

ary bit o' Hundson Bay ruer's a liar, an' that I say deliberate I'h fer to remember a few plain, simple

truths, seein' as you all kain't Way hit is, this train's in a hell of

a fix, an' hit couldn't be no worser"