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We are seven

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We are seven a story of the Dogberry bunch
Running title:
Dogberry bunch
Added title page title:
Rocky Fork
Creator:
Catherwood, Mary Hartwell, 1847-1902
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
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[3], 83, [2], 84 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.

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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Confidence -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Success -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Strikes and lockouts -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Child labor -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Students -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Fathers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Homesickness -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction -- Ohio ( lcsh )
Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction -- Illinois ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1892 ( local )
Bldn -- 1892
Genre:
Family stories ( local )
novel ( marcgt )
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United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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by Mary Hartwell Catherwood ; fully illustrated.

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A STORY OF



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH

; BY
MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD
Author of “Rocky Fork,” Secret of Roseladies,” etc.



FULLY ILLUSTRATED

BOSTON
D. LOTHROP COMPANY

WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD





Copyricut, 1892,
BY
D. Lorurop Company,



CONTENTS.

PART I.

WE ARE SEVEN.
(A Story of the Dogberry Bunch.)

PART II.

ROCKY FORK.







THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. I

5 a A a a aa ES

THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



' CHAPTER I.
THE "SOCIATION.

N the state of Illinois there was
a two-sided village ; in that vill-
age there was a small frame
dwelling; in that dwelling a
large square table; and around
this table sat the Dogberry
Bunch. Like the family of
Wordsworth’s little cotter, they
were seven in all. Seven live
and unlike but strongly-united
brothers and sisters, without
‘father or mother to take care of
them or sit with them at table.
Their parents had been dead
more than a year; and as they
got on comfortably as they
were, and their guardian did not
know what else to do with them,
he let them alone.

Alice at the head of the table, and Ben at the foot,
were the recognized Heads of the House. Alice was
eighteen — more than a year older than he — but her
plump figure scarcely reached to his shoulder.
Being Miss Dogberry, and of age, she had come into
her estate which consisted in plans to get along, and
working as assistant teacher in the schools to help
the Bunch. They owned nothing but this house situ-
ated among shady trees, and an adjoining lot used for
a garden, which their well-wishers prophesied would
sell for a pretty price by and by. I could not enum-
erate the sad and hard-working years which the el-
der Dogberrys spent in saving even this inheritance
for their children, out of sickness and hardship. But
with the little house they left their Bunch a feeling of
true independence. Accustomed to work and to
obey their elders, they now worked on, obedient to









what they had been taught. Ben, a large fine boy,
with a ruddy face and deep-set eyes, was learning to
be acarpenter. Jack, ugly but charming, and full of
Tesources, was messenger-boy in the railroad depot
and general gardener and repairer at home. Lucy
was house-keeper and Maude her assistant. Rheem,
when he and this latter and favorite sister were pot
at school, found “jobs” to do which enriched him
and helped him maintain an honorable place in the
Bunch’s Association. Arthur, the milk-white, big-
browed, three-year-old baby, was the only one of the
family who had not stated duties, :

Around this square table I mentioned, the Bunch
were disposed according to their likes. Although a
firm Bunch, they hung in twos, Maude, colorless,
with long fair hair and black-lashed eyes, of course
sat close by her twin, Rheem, who had more color
and more size; they answered to the names of
Rome and Remus. Ben and Alice were “Ben Bolt”
and “ Sweet Alice ;’ and Jack and Arthur were uneven
sized mates. Lucy alone went companionless ; but
as she was the house-mother they all belonged to her ;
besides she was so tall the Bunch said she would do
for two anyway. She was indeed the young giraffe of
the flock, Benjamin
being obliged to
stretch after his inches
to keep her down.

They ate their sup-
per with great relish:
it was a comfortable
supper of bread and
milk, apple-sauce and
gingerbread, and, the
season being early
June, a heaping sau-
cer of strawberries
flanked each young
Dogberry’s plate, from the strawberry vines in their
i garden,



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“ Wouldn't it be nice,” exclaimed Jack, who appro-
piately first breaks silence in this history, being the
tinkler who usually led the flock, “if we’d all do as |
children do in stories: set out to seek our fortunes!
All start from this house and agree to meet in a year,
or several years,
and every fellow
try to bring back
the most!”

‘*But who'd
keep house while
we were gone?”
inquired Maude

“Q, the house
could keep itself
like it always
does !”

*T guess Loo
to be the case,”
remarked Ben,. smiling on the housekeeper.

“Jack always thinks the bread makes itself, and
his clothes get clean only with his wearing them — ¥

“O, I’m not denying you're useful, Lucephus,”
cried gay Jack, “you’re good for a well-rope, and
you'd make a first-rate step-ladder ; and if you only
would take your stand in the garden and stay there
T’d never have to cut a bean-pole.”

“T don’t think such remarks sound very well, ad-
dressed to your sister,” came the soft contralto of
Alice the teacher, who far from being the young lady
which a city girl at her age would appear, was only a
plump, fair child like the others, but with more grav-
ity, and with longer dresses than Lucy’s. Country
girls mature slowly.

At this instant Rheem started up, exploding the
question :

“How much money has the ’Sociation, now, Treas-
urer?’” Upon this, all the seven faces including
Arthur’s — he always imitating his brothers and sis-
ters— put on a serious look, and the seven voices
inquired cautiously as became the voices of stock-
holders:

6G Why ? ”?

“ Because, if we’ve got much as six dollars’ and a
half we can buy the nicest pig of Mr. Smith and fat
him for winter!” -



“Rome AND RHEEM.”



“We need a pig,” admitted Ben, in meditation. |

“The prettiest little fellow,” pleaded Rheem;
“ and [ll take care of him, and Jack will make a pen
if he is as smart as he is at fixing up some othe
things ”’—

Here Jack winked pleadingly and shook his head
at Remus. 7

“ But isn’t it against our rules,” said Lucy, “ to spend
the Association money on things for our use? I
thought it was to start a—a—”

“A fund,” said Ben.

“Well, Rome is secretary,” cried Jack. “ Better
get the papers and see.”

Maude ran accordingly to the candle-box in which
her valuables were stored, and returned with a fistfull
of paper bits.. As she turned these records over, a
desire arose from the family to thoroughly review
their Association; so at their request she read the
following Constitution and By-laws:

THE ASSOCIATION,

We want to Club together to save money because
we are orphans and got to look out for ourselves.
And we do not want to be separated. Each one
must put in what he can, and vote what will be done
with it.

BY-LAWS.

ist. None of this money can be drawn out to
spend for candy.
and. If four of the Association agree to any invest- |
ment, the rest will have to give up.
3rd. Every month we will take ten cents out of our
fund to give to the Lord.
4th, No member can draw the Association money
unless all the others are agreed.
6th. It shall be invested in the best ways we can
find out.
Signed:
BEN?ZAMIN DOGBERRY,
ALICE DOGBERRY,
GFACK DOGBERRY,
LUCY DOGBERRKY,
RHEEM DOGBERRY,
MAUDE DOGBERRY,

his

ARTHUR » DOGBERRY

mark

Maude, Secrerary,







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_ “Now, there’s nothing said in these documents
about pigs,” said Jack. .

“But there’s nothing said against them!” cried
Remus warmly.

“Tt says,” repeated Maude in support of her fa-
vorite brother, “if four agree to any investment, the
rest will have to give up. . You made that bylaw
yourself, Mr. Jack!”

“ But,” objected Alice, “it wouldn’t.be a real
investment to buy something we were going to eat up.
We intended the Association to save for us.”

“Well, let us vote,” suggested Ben, amicably, “I’m
president. All in favor of putting the Association
money in a pig to fat and kill, hold up the hand!”

Perhaps this was not a fair way to put the question,
and influence the voters. Remus looked aggrieved as
he thrust up both hands, that nobody but his twin
seconded him.

“Well,” resumed the president: “now all in favor
of wof investing in pig, hold up the hand!”

All the other hands went up, including Arthur’s
and his milk-cup in it, trickling copiously on his head
as it descended.

“ Now, treasurer,” cried Jack, “count up our cash
and let us see how much we saved out of that pork-
speculation.” ,

Lucy went to Aer candle-box, at this suggestion,
and bringing out a tin-case, laid the wealth of the
Association before them. In scrip and pennies and
half dimes they piled it up, counting over each other’s
shoulders.

“ Two dollars!” cried Jack with emphasis, “and

“twenty-five and twenty-five are fifty "—

“Three dollars,” said Ben— .-

“And ten and ten and fifteen are thirty-five ” —

“ Just three dollars and seventy-five cents,” decided
Alice, rising from counting and beginning io clear
away the dishes.

The.. Association looked..-around at itself rather
sheepishly.

“Humph! you couldn’t ’a bought that pig if you’d
wanted to!” sneered Remus, the discomfitted fur-
nisher of “points,” with returning triumph.

“Three dollars wouldn’t buy a six dollar pig!”
added his twin, to strengthen his position.

“Well, we don’t want a pig just yet, anyhow,”
laughed paternal Ben. “We'll wait awhile and get
one some other way.”

“T should like to inquire,” said Jack, rising, as the
treasurer with her Treasure and the secretary with
her scrawled Constitution both disappeared to place
their charges again in safety, “if this was a regular
meeting? I was going to call a meeting of the Asso-
ciation to-night, and ask you all to my house!”

“ You can’t call a meeting: you aren’t President.”

“But [’m Vice. And the Vice-president has as
much authority as the President in or Association !”

“Where is your house, Jack?” inquired Lucy, help-
ing to whisk away the remains of the supper.

“T want you all to come and see,” cried Jack.
“ Arty knows. Don’t you tell, Arty! I’ve got it all fur-
nished and finished, and I’m going to begin house-
keeping there right off,”’

Jack’s eagerness having a strong effect upon the
Bunch, it was not long before the girls had their sup-
per-work done, and the house so tidy that any stray
neighbor who might peep in would have to admit that
the Dogberry children did not get onso badly! Then
they all ran out at Jack’s heels, Arthur dragging only
a step behind him, Rome and Remus with arms inter-
laced, “‘hippity-hopping,” Lucy undulating like a
young sapling tossed by a merry wind, and only Ben
and Alice pretending to saunter, and they sauntered
eagerly !

I said it was a two-sided village they lived in: it
was actually known as Old Town and New Town;
the Oid Town having been a pulseless collection of
twenty houses until a railroad, like a great artery
brought it new blood. Then every enterprising citi-
zen dragged his house to, or built a new one beside,
the railroad ; strangers came to live there also, thus
forming a modern village where all the business and
most of the living was done. But there were poor
people and old settled residents who preferred to
make no change, and still remained on the one old
street: this side of the village was therefore called
Old Town, and in ‘spite of the three or four pretty
houses on it was a sad array of tumble-in roofs and
shaky dwellings.

The Dogberry Bunch lived in New Town, on the
eastern side of the railway. Jack led them over the
shady lawn which Nature had planted so plentifully
with trees, and the girls with mounds of verbenas
pansies and all the flowers which give one the dear
delight of digging loam in spring-time and wearing
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was a croquet set which perhaps remains to this day
a monument of Dogberry ingenuity. The mallets
and balls Jack turned himself, and he and Ben set
up for wickets pieces of iron hoops off old tubs. As
a Bunch they were invincibly fond of croquet, and
being forbidden by their circumstances and Guardian
to spend money on the game, they had to achieve it
some other way, and Rome finally sewed little tri-
umphant red-white-and-blue flags to stick on the tops
of the painted stakes. On this victorious field their
voices might be heard nearly every summer evening ;
but Jack now led them past it and down through the
gate upon the bank beside the railroad.

“We don’t want to go to the station, Jack,” cried
Alice hesitating, as the troop filed along.

“-Tisn’t at the station,” declared Jack,

“As like as anyway,” observed Lucy with some
suspicion, “he’s playing a trick on us as he did on
me one day. He told me if I’d run down here I’d
see a Cardiff giantess on one of the gravel-flats, and
he helped me on the car, and when I couldn't see
anything but sand, he says, ‘Why, here you are]
Look at yourself! ‘A Cardiff giantess !’” sniffed Lucy.

“Deed I ain’t playing any trick!” pleaded Jack,
laughing. “Remus has seen my house, It’s only a
little further — right down there.”

“Like the’ Air-Castle in our yard?” inquired
Maude. ‘“ Have you any steps to go up into it? ”

“Yes, it has steps, but it isn’t a tree.” And div-
ing down the railroad bank, Jack cried: ‘Walk in
ladies and gentlemen of the Dogberry ’Sociation ! This
is the House that Jack made!”

CHAPTER II.

THE HOUSE THAT JACK MADE, AND THE FIRST
DOINGS IN IT.

Jack’s house was a caboose which had stood un-
used upon a side-track for some weeks. An old
brick-red affair, with windows at the sides and a door
at each end, boarded gaily and coolly, with blue in-
side. This thin coat of blue paint Jack had put on
himself, from a paint pot in the station. The indulg-
ent station-master, seeing the boy always active, let
him amuse himself as he would in the intervals be-
tween business. And the result was that Jack



applied himself to building a pleasure resort as other
men, oppressed by cares, apply themselves to creating
yachts, and country retreats and fancy gardens. The
sky-color extended over the floor also, and the walls
were relieved with heavily framed pictures of scenes
on different railway routes, exquisite prints of the
superior inducements one route offered above others,
and such other works of art as the young connois-
seur could get from the waiting-room in the depot.
That day he had also found time to make ropes of
leaves by fastening them together with pins of their
own stems, and these gala garlands hung in festoons
all around the car. Jack had a sofa, made on a sort
of locker, of two old cushions which used to belong
to his father’s buggy. Several chairs borrowed from
the station stood along the walls, and the whole
place was in such up-and-down order as only bach
elors admire. Jack helped his visitors up the rear
steps of his palace, and hustled them in with great
excitement.

“See, I can put these shutters to,” he cried, “and
darken the room. There’s a lamp in this box, and
there’s the hook on the ceiling to swing it to! Allie,
I want you to make me some white curtains, like we
have at our windows.. When it grows cold, maybe I
can put a stove up in here,” soared Jack.

“Well, what a boy!” commented Allie's low con-
tralto. ;

“ This is quite a fine place,” said Ben, “but if I’d
go and set up in the Air-Castle now, and the girls
and Rheem’d build shingle houses out among the
trees, what would the house and the Bunch come to ?”

Rome and Remus were in ecstacies with it, and
begged Jack to let them play there every afternoon,
Arthur gallopped up and down until the caboose
shook, and then took-up his station on a chair by one
of the high windows to watch the depot, that haunt

of locomotives which were the delight of his young

soul.

“But what if a train should carry this off?” ex-
claimed Lucy.

“No danger,” replied the master of the house that
Jack made. “Mr. Joyce says it isn’t needed. It
won’t be moved for a long while.”

They all sat down and tried to fancy themselves
going on a long journey in the caboose. “To Cali-
fornia,” suggested Jack, “and each of us owning a
claim in a big gold mine.” :



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH, 5



“To some place in the mountains,” said Lucy,
“where the scenery would be lovely. And oh! I
wish we could see the ocean!” ;

Ben expressed his preference for a city, while Alice
desired a country continually flowering and maturing
into fruit. Arthur, after listening to the others with
wide-spread eyes, did not find his affections weaned
from an imaginary place which he called “ Hiddley-
Giddle ;” he was fond of telling strange tales every
day about what he did in this place with two dream-
play-mates to whom he gave the not very musical
names of “ Deedle” and “ Sipsey.”” Deedle and Sipsey
were anything he wanted them to be. They were boys
or girls, or old men or dogs. If he disobeyed his elders
it was because naughty Deedle or Sipsey “ teased him
to.” They always lived in Hiddley-Giddle, and their
unseen coming and going and his remarkable conver-
sations with them amused the whole family who had
out-grown the fancied play-mates which do seem to
throng around an imaginative child of three years old.

“TLet’s have charades,” said Rome and Remus, and
the suggestion was no sooner made than the family
divided, Ben with Alice and the baby withdrawing to
sit on the railroad bank, the rest closing the shutters
on that side the caboose and setting to work upon a
“scene.” One or two flying trips were made to the
house for accoutrements, and then the audience was
called up on the platform to see “a charade of
two syllables and two scenes ;” and the caboose door,
thrown open disclosed

SCENE FIrst,

which was evidently a picture of William Tell.
Rheem, with several cushions piled under him, made
a brave little Gessler, and Loo beside him, with a
broomstick held erect, a most formidable guard.

“Bring in tke prisoner!” commanded Gessler, dim-
pling in spite of his ferocious character. The guard,
Lucy, at once opened the box and produced Jack,
who gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and in several
other ways testified his dislike to the little tyrant.

“What's your name, Tell?” inquired Gessler.

“Tell yourself!” responded the prisoner.

“T told you to tell!”

“Well, then, Tell.”

“ Guard, give the prisoner a knock.”

Guard knocked the prisoner, who howled like a





school-boy, and pranced with great agility. This
supple use of his person evidently reminded the ty-
rant of something which he immediately stated.

“T hear that you are very skillful in using the bow!
T want to see you shoot an apple on your boy’s head.”

“JT don’t see his head,” objected Tell.

“ Guard, bring the boy and the apple.”

Maude was brought from behind a chair, placed in
position for supporting the apple, which was only the
hollow gourd used for dipping water in the kitchen.
This fruit being put upon her head, Tell without
more ado produced a pea-shooter and peppered it
heartily until the tyrant expressed himself satisfied,
and the door closed.

“Tt’s ‘tell’ something,” commented Ben. But pres-
ently the

SECOND SCENE,

was uncurtained, and it seemed to be a version of
“Lady Godiva.”

Jack, with a bedquilt around him to represent lordly
robes, a tall black hat
on his head, the
broom-stick in his
hand, and a hatchet
hanging from his belt,
stalked about frown-
ing, and after him
came Lady Godiva in
her sister Alice’s
longest dress and a
shawl trailing from
her shoulders.

After the pair prom-
enaded the oppressed
“\ populace of Coven-
: try, represented by
Rheem in a pair of
his big brother’s
boots which reached
above his knees and holding a pillow-case and a
towel to his eyes, and Maude weeping under a para-
sol.

“Mr. Godiva,” pleaded my lady, “ please don’t tax
these poor people-so.”

“J will tax them all I please!” cried Mr. Go-
diva, brandishing his broomstick.

MR. AND MRS. GODIVA.



6 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.





“See how they cry!”
“Well, let them cry! It’s healthy!”
_ Here the oppressed populace howled.

“O, Mr. Godiva,” cried my lady, “if you will
promise not to tax the poor people so, I will get on a
horse and ride clear through town!”

This proposition struck Mr. Godiva very favorably,
and he grasped a chair to be used as my lady’s steed.
“Go ahead —‘T’ll promise,” said he,

~ Godiva then turned and spoke to the populace.
~ “Now, all-of you hide your eyes and don’t look at
me, and’you won’t have to pay any taxes!”

The populace instantly retired to a corner and
stuck their heads under a cushion, while Godiva
mounted her chair; and her lord divested himself of
bedquilt and hatchet, and mounted another chair to
stare her out of countenance in the character of
Peeping Tom. By the time the lady had galloped
the length of the caboose, the populace, by peeping
themselves, had become aware of his. staring, and
the descent they made on him again closed the door.

_ “Cry? Tax? What is it?” asked Alice of Ben.
“Dear me! We mustn’t let them be so. noisy! All
the people in town will be coming to see what is the
matter !”

Half a dozen boys, who were happy and ragged in
their Saturday’s release from school, and ready to in-
terest themselves in whatever might turn up, were
pressing up to the rear of the caboose; and resting
their chins on the platform they saw the charade’s
final

TABLEAU.

A peculiar kind of sheep meandered out from
some hiding-place in the caboose, with a buffalo robe
tied around him and Jack’s head appearing at one
end; and after it came a smaller sheep in plaid shawl
fleece and two paper horns over its bright eyes; and
still another sheep, all white, with long blonde hair
hanging over dark eye-lashes. It is impossible to tell





all the pranks these. sheep played.. Their idea of a
tableau was very animated! They bleated and ran
at each other; they skipped, and came down in a
stifflegged jump which was side-splitting. Over their
pasture-fence of chairs they went with perfect disre-
gard of their shins, the small sheep always following
where the large one led. Great tableau, this!

At last, head down, and still frisking with the stiff-
legged jump, they disappeared; and at once a dis-
tracted little shepherdess appeared, her short dress
tucked up, her hat pushed back, and the broomstick
again brought into play as her crook. The word was
without doubt “ Bo-Peep!” Wilhelm Tell’s “bow”
(which seemed unfair as he used a pea shooter) and
Tom’s “peep ” made the charade.

The town ragamuffins applauded so heartily, and
were so eager to introduce themselves into the
caboose, that they soon excluded Jack’s first guests.
It was growing dusk, and a breathless heat stifled the
landscape.

“We shall have a storm to-night, I believe,- said
one of the Bunch, as they all, excepting Jack, strolled
back to the house.

He came later, while they sat in the Air-Castle and
on the stoop, to tell them he meant to sleep in his
own house that night!

“You better come home, dear,” said Alice, who,
high in the old tree where a seat was fixed, called by
the children their “ Air-Castle,” could see heat-light-
nings play and adark hood of cloud drawing up
from the west. “It’s going to storm to-night.”

Well, if it stormed cats and dogs, Jack would be
as snug in the caboose as in his bed at home!

So he went back and secured his windows on the
west, leaving only one on the east and a ventilator
ajar for air; and the rest of the Bunch went in and
shut up their house. In the midnight some of them
were awakened by blinding light and by the groans
of trees, and spouts of rain beating as if to wash
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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.

BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.

CHAPTER III.
(0, WHERE, 0, WHERE —”

HEN Benjamin -arose in the morning and

made the fire in the little back summer
kitchen to heat the kettle for breakfast, he looked
out on one of the most beautiful and burnished Sun-
day mornings this world has ever seen. The air was
clear enough to make fairy spectacles of ; the very
grass blades were strings of brilliants of the first
water; the roads were beaten out as firm and clean as
granite.

One by one the Dogberrys appeared, each looking
as live and burnished as if just out of a storm-bath,
also. Excepting Jack, who did notcome. The table
was laid, and they all sat down on their chairs in a
great circle; and sang one of Philip Phillips’ songs
about the “Home of the Soul,” their souls fairly
dancing on the music because they were such a com-
fortable Bunch. Then all their knees plumped down
on the floor at once, and they said the Lord’s Prayer
as one man, Rome and Remus kneeling opposite
each other at the same chair, and almost knocking
noses with fervor, their eyes being shut. They rose
up and the Treasurer of the ’Sociation, according to
Sunday morning custom, brought pennies from the
fund and laid them on the table ready for Arthur, or
whoever took his turn that day, to carry to Sunday-
school.

Still Jack did not come.

“T D’lieve he’s going to sleep all day,” cried
Rheem.

“Maybe something’s happened!” cried Rome,
spreading her black eye-lashes.

“ Run. and call him,” said Alice.

“And tell him to hurry,” added Loo, the house-
keeper. “We sha’n’t have much time to get the
work done before Sunday-school.”

You may picture to your mind’s eye this Bunch



starting to Sunday-school in the respectable ways they
had been trained to: all in pairs, or threes, or a group,
all jolly, and somewhat proper in their good clothes,
the mothers of the village looking after them with
pride, and the fathers nodding smilingly.

“J wonder if our young ones would get along as
well,” says Mother Thomas, a large, generous woman,
to her husband, a wizened, gray, ailing man, “if we
had to leave ’em?”

“T don’t know,” he groans, “if they had my health
all the time, they couldn’t do much.”

“Good-morning, little Bunch,” says Mother Darling,
the doctor’s wife, a smiling, black-eyed woman, rust-
ling past them with her last baby all dressed in white.
“fT have a nice big mess of peas for your dinner if
some of you will come over and get it directly after
Sunday-school.”

“Them young ones does beat all!” says big John
White, whittling a fence-rail and talking stock with a
brother stock-shipper, but never failing to laugh a
sort of benediction on the Bunch as they go by.

In this way the neighbors in the village take kindly
notice of them. But to-day different ejaculations
will be heard, for the Dogberry Bunch is broken and
a Berry has dropped out.

Rome and Remus came running from their errand
of calling Jack, like two young hens. Now Rheem
fell down and Rome tumbled over him, and as soon
as she gained her feet, her twin made a dash and
tumbled over her. But neither of them heeded these
mishaps. Sprawled on the floor, they both gasped
out to the astonished family :

“ Fack’s gone!”

“Gone where?” in chorus.

“Don’t know! He ain’t there!”

“Did you look in the caboose? ”

“THE CABOOSE IS GONE!”

All Dogberry-dom now stood up, and let the break-
fast alone, excepting Arthur who was in his high-
chair, and who required a good reason for leaving it.



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“Why, where zs the caboose?” asked bewildered
Ben.

“Maybe the lightnin’ struck it!”
burnt up!” from the twins.

“It’s been taken off somewhere by trains in the

“Maybe it’s





jack ’s GONE!

night!” exclaimed convinced Lucy. “I just told
him so!”

“Where’s Jack?” cried Alice.

That was the question — where was Jack?

“Just as like as not they’ve poured a whole lot of
grain — or hogs—in on him and smothered him!”
said Rome beginning to brim with tears.

“Especially the hogs,” observed Ben, “ which
would certainly smother if poured very fast!”

“T don’t think it’s funny a bit!” cried Rome.

“T don’t either.
And I don’t see how Jack could sleep while the cars
were jarring. Pshaw! maybe itisn’t gone at all! It
blew like anything last night. The caboose may have
rolled farther down the track.”

They all ran to see. Up and down the rails with
their hands shielding their eyes from the morning
sun, they looked and scampered. Some disabled old
coal-flats and one box car lay on the switch. These,
and nothing more.

Ben ran to Mr. Joyce, the station-master, and the
rest of the Bunch, not knowing what else to do, ran
after him. Mr. Joyce had been kept up late, and
their loud raps at his door lasted some time before

But they don’t load cabooses.



he appeared. He was a pleasant-faced man ana
laughed when he saw how he was besieged.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“Where’s Jack, Mr. Joyce?”

“Home, isn’t he?”

“No, sir. He.slept in that caboose he fixed up for
his house, last night —”

“ And it’s gone!” howled Maude.

Arthur by this time began to understand the ca-
lamity which had befallen his house, and having
missed his favorite all the morning, now puckered up
his face and set up a yell which brought the whole |
street to the doors.

Mr. Joyce seized his station key and hurried to the
little freight-house.and depot. He searched every-
where and looked puzzled. He looked up and down
the track, but the red caboose was gone.

“Well, upon my word!” he exclaimed, while a
more doleful note came from the depressed Bunch.

“ Hush, Arty!” soothed Alice, “Jacky isn’t hurt.”

“Why, no,” cried Joyce, “but I don’t see how it
happened! There was a fearful storm when that last
fre.ght was making up. They had a lot of empty
box cars to take up here. The caboose must have
got run in among them. It was a through Beat for
Cincinnati. I'll inquire along the road.”

He went to the instrument, and while it clicked the
disconsolate Dogberry Bunch hearkened and thought
of their absent Berry.

“Vou better go home, and don’t be frightened,”
said Mr. Joyce. “It'll be sometime before I get an
answer. I'll let you know where he is as soon as I
find out, and TP’ll have them search Number 5. If
it made a good run, itll be in Cincinnati this after
noon. Don’t you be scared, Jack can take care of
himself. I’ll send a message to the depot-master of
the C. H. & D. road, and he’ll look after Jack when
he gets there.”

“Thank you, Mr. Joyce,” said Sweet Alice sol-
emnly, turning the head of the party homeward, and
leading Arthur by the hand.

“Where’s Jack?” cried the poor little fellow con-
tinually. “Iwanthim. I want my Jack!”

And everybody failing to produce his favorite, he
sat down’on the road and beat the rails with all the
might of his little heels, the angry blood flushing
even his head till it glowed like a eo s through his
hair.







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“ Get up, Arty,” begged Loo, tremulously: “ Brother
will come back pretty soon,’

“T want him now!” howled the baby.

“Let’s go and hunt Jacky,” volunteered Maude.

“Where?” yielded the youngster, allowing him-

‘self to be stood up, and his petticoats to be brushed.
“Will we go on train? where’s big engine? where we
hunt Jack, Romey ?”

“O, pshaw ! Jack’s all right,” said Ben easily, as
they trooped under the trees and re-entered their
dwelling.

And beginning to see the whole affair in the light
of a joke, the family at this point broke out laughing,
and sat down gaily to breakfast ; still with the excep-
tion of the little brother in skirts, who asked at in-
tervals; “ Where Jacky gone? where him gone?”

“Gone off with Deedle and Sipsey,” replied
Rheem, bantering the baby, “gone to Hidley-Gid-
dle.”

“What’s this?” cried Mother Darling, the doctor’s







wife, running in with the baby half-dressed, its dim-
ples huddled in a shawl ; “ they say Jack got carried
off by a freight train last night. Is it so?”

“Yes’m,” replied the Bunch, laughing; and Ben
rose to place a chair for the little mother,



“ What’s happened to you young ones ?” exclaimed
brawny Mother Thomas, sailing in with her portly
air.

The story was told over again, and the mothers also
reassured them as Mr. Joyce had done. They held
quite a levee, their neighbors ran in and out so, until
the small bell of the small white church rang for Sab-
bath-school. Mr. Joyce sent a message that he could
find out nothing certain about Jack, but everything
was certainly going well with Number 5, or he would
hear .it over the wires.

The Bunch was broken for the day. They went
straggling.

‘““Where’s Arthur?” inquired Alice, shaking out
her parasol as she and Loo started.

“Gone with Rome and Rheem, I think.”

Rome and Rheem were walking primly along talk-
ing of the great event which had disturbed the nine-
teenth century that-day. Maude’s finery consisted
principally of a lilac silk mantilla which had belonged
to her mother. Her eyes expanded like two head-
lights over her Sunday gear, when the question of
Arthur’s whereabouts was put.

“Why, didn’t Mrs. Darling take him when she

came along with the baby? Oh, maybe Ze’s lost
too!”
The idea! But he was not in the little white-

washed church, where the village children were sing-
ing joyfully through their noses. Mother Darling,
when whispered to, did not know anything about
him. Ben, being summoned from the “ Youth's
Bible Class,” ran to every house in search of him,

Then the town was roused.

It was funny for a live, big boy like Jack to be car-
ried off in the night: people could grin at such a
mishap ; but when the three-year-old of the town’s
prize orphans disappeared as suddenly as if dropped
in a pit, the Bunch’s bereavement looked startling.
Several fathers went to work dragging their cis-
terns: a group went to examine Sugar Creek.

There was at one end of the street which formed
Old Town a tottering shell which once served ag a
tavern; but being forsaken by every respectable
creature in the place, was now the haunt of all sorts
of wretches. More than a dozen families crowded
it. It was fit to compare with city tenements ; and
this swarming den was known as the “ Beehive.”
Tramps passing through the town, made this their



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stopping-place. A stoop composed of rotting boards
was in front of it, and a different colored rag ap-
peared at every window, from which nearly all sash
and glass were broken. ;

John White hurried to the “ Beehive” to ask them
about little Arthur. The Bees, although their neigh-
bors took so little interest in them, felt a lazy interest
in their neighbors, and were generally peeping out of
the “Beehive” or buzzing on the stoop, to see what

might be going on in the town. To-day being Sun- |

day and no trains running, they were out in strong
force, smoking, and blinking their cadaverous eyes _
gaunt, nerveless-looking men, dirty and only half
alive. Women’s voices, scolding, made the inside of
the “Beehive” ring. Some playful young Bees
played marbles and pulled hair at one end of the
stoop.

“How d’ye do,” said easy John White to the men
who pulled out their pipes and listened with calm pat-
ronage to their wealthier neighbor. “ Have you seen
anything of a little fellow around here? The Dog-
berry children have lost their baby — about three
years old — chap in petticoats.”

“When — did — they — lose — him?” inquired
one of the Bees with a slow drawl: they were above
excitement. ;

“Missed him a couple of hours or so ago, but
don’t remember seeing him since breakfast. One of
them dressed him for Sunday-school before break-
fast; and then one of the boys got run off on a
freight, and it excited them so they forgot about the
little fellow.”

The Bees pulled their pipes silently, as if they had
all found first-rate honey-tubes.

“ He had on a little linen dress,” continued John ;
“thinnish child ; blue eyes, light: I expect you know
him. I’m afraid he’s found the creek! You haven't
seen anything of him?”

“ Saw —a— little — young one,” volunteered one

deliberate drone, “ go — past — with —a—woman —
’s morning. Didn’t —stop — here.”

“ 7 —saw — him,” added another Bee.. “ Thought
— she —was — playin’—with him. Movers —over
— in — the — woods — last — night.”

“Light child — linen dress?’”’ asked John White.

“Ve—es,” drawled the Bee,

“The Dogberry baby, do you think?”

“JT — thought — it — was — him.”



John White made haste to carry this news, and
several men got upon horses and galloped in the di-
rection the movers’ caravan was said to have taken.
As he supposed, the strollers were only agueish. In-
dianians trailing away to some point farther west.
Their wagon was covered with canvas stretched on
hoops, and drawn by horses paired like David and
Goliah, fearfully thin, and Goliah wheezing as if every
breath must be his last. Inside the wagon cowered
the usual hollow-cheeked settler, his care-worn wife
and fifteen children, in various stages of chills-and-
fever. It was too great a satire to suppose such a
man had picked up the missing boy, but the men in-
quired if he had seen a stray child. The settler had
not seen any stray child. His wife, kind soul, was
full of sympathy when she heard a child was lost,
and counted her fifteen over with more thankful
heart. x

They hunted New Town and Old Town, they
dragged the creek above and below the dam, they
searched the woods: the long summer afternoon wore
away and night came, and still little Arthur Dogberry
was not found.

CHAPTER IV.
THE RAILROAD MUTINY.

Wuen Jack awoke in the caboose, he was aston-
ished by a roaring and rumbling and also by the
motion which shook him to and fro. He had heard
the storm in the night, but this.was not the sound of
astorm. His bristling hair fairly stood on end as he
recognized the grinding whirr of wheels. Opening a
shutter, he poked his head into the dark and dodged
back just in time to avoid the scaffolding of a bridge
they were passing.

“Ves, sir!” said Jack, sitting down to his convic-
tions, “ this caboose has started on its travels, and has
invited Mr. J. Dogberry to go along. Thank you,
ma'am. My health was needing a little trip. I det
they'll laugh at home! Loo’ll never forget it! She'll
keep it to pay me back for the Cardiff giantess with !
She said I’d get run off. I wonder what Arty’ll do?
Which way is this train going?”

He opened the door at one end, and saw a blank
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the door at the other end and made out a similar
sight. The landscape was lightening: he could make
out trees and high gravelled banks.

Jack shut the door, and sitting down by an open
shutter, enjoyed his trip. The explanation which Mr.
Joyce had given the children occurred to him: his
caboose was taken up among empty freight cars:
these would be thrown off on some switch or other
track, and he must watch his chances for a return
journey. He heartily enjoyed his adventure.

Toward morning the rattling train ran into a sad,
bedraggled town. The storm was left far behind,
and it is probable that Jack the Nimble would have
climbed to the tops of the freights long before and
made acquaintance with every man having them in

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JACK,

charge, if the novelty of his position had not kept
him still.

There seemed to be a lock in the progress of the
train, Jack saw the the name “ Pontiac” in large
black letters over the depot door. Several other
trains were massed on switches and tracks leading
to different points of the compass. Pontiac, dark
and draggled as it appeared, was something of a rail-
road centre. The train stood still, but nothing was
loading, nothing cast off.

It was now nearly“ Sunday morning. “ Perhaps this
is the end of the trip,” said Jack, “but I thought our
Number 5 was a through freight for Cincinnati.”

He stepped down into the coal dust and wandered
along the train. It was naw that very dark hour just

‘not have classed himself with these men.



a

before day-dawn: a knot of men with a lantern were
muttering near the engine. . One, grimed but com-
manding, was certainly the engineer; the others
brakemen of this and other trains massed at Pontiac.
They were complaining bitterly of measures taken
by the Company who owned the road. As Jack heard
them he felt they were half in the right: their money
was overdue ; they were threatened with a reduction
of pay, and they would strike! So far so good.
Young Dogberry silently endorsed all he heard. He
thought right was right, whether on his side or on the
side of the man who employed him. If a man would
not pay for service he ought to suffer inconvenience
and loss by having the service taken from him with-
out warning. But pretty soon some more men came
up, of the very worst sort. Whether they were rail-
road employés or: vagrants, Jack could not make
out. They talked as if they owned the roads and
were masters of the roads’ interests, but Jack con-
sidered himself a railroad employé, and-he would
They had
a lot of oil and matches, and mentioned “ firing ” and
“breaking,” and excited the others, excepting one
who went and sat down on the side of a platform.

Jack followed him.

“What they going to do?” he asked.

The brakeman replied rather indifferently that he
didn’t know: raise the old Satan likely.

“ But this freight that came down from Chicago —
oughtn’t it to go on?”

The brakeman laughed, and said it ought to throw
off half the empty boxes and take on four or five
cars of cattle to run into Cincinnati: “but the engi-
neer is drunk,” he added, “and they’re all on a
strike, him at the head of them. I don’t know how
itll end. I don’t intend to have nothing to do with
it if Ican help it, but if I’m forced in I’ll have to do
as the others do. All that I’m afraid of is that they
are going to make mischief, and destroy property.
The Road Aasm’¢ treated us fair. Still, burning stock
is dirty business.” ;

“No, I don’t like that, myself,” said Jack maturely,
‘and 1 think this train ought to be got through. It’s
pretty near Sunday morning. We’ve been here over
an hour.” ,

“What train do you belong to?” inquired the
brakeman.

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all the rest are deserting, don’t you think we could.
get it through ourselves ?”

The train-hand laughed.

“Well,” exclaimed the boy, “I know all about an
engine. The engineers on our road have taken me
up and down. I ain’t in the railroad business for
nothing, I tell ye! Don’t you suppose I’ve picked up
everything? ”

At this moment a yell was raised by some of the
men in mutiny.

“T wish I was home in the city,” said the brake-
man discontentedly.

“You just wait a bit!” cried Jack, dashing into
the telegraph office. Here a sleepy young, man, dis-
turbed and inefficient, had just finished sending over
the wires to headquarters an account of the disturb-
ances pending.

Jack.seized a telegraph blank and hastened to
write : ;

“Engineer and all but one man of through freight
Number-5, have struck: going to bea fuss. I can
bring it through all right, with orders.

“J. DOGBERRY,”

“Who sends this message ?” inquired the operator,
eyeing the young man.

“ Dogberry, sir.”

In the midst.of the impending riot which Pontiac’s
small muster of police could never quell, the operator
did not inquire minutely about Dogberry, but secretly
commending him for keeping out of sight, sent his
message. Before the last click, a frowsy man rushed
in.
“Tt’s all up,” he exclaimed, “we can’t get out of
here unless the Company sends me another engineer,
and there'll be worse mischief yet before one can
come! Got my orders?” ,

“Have ’em in a few minutes,” replied the opera-
tor. “Man here offered to take your train through.”

From this conversation Jack understood that the
man was the conductor of Number s, and he waited
as breathlessly as the conductor for orders. In afew
minutes the answer came. The conductor was or-
dered to put Engineer Dogberry in the cab and to
proceed at once. Dogberry’s orders were minute.
The conductor seized them.

“There’s his fireman over there,” said the operator,
pointing to Jack.





——
-The conductor thrust the orders into his hand.
“There’s one brakeman I can rely on,” he ex-

claimed, “he and I will attend to the coupling. In

ten minutes we want to pick up these cattle cars and
be out of here!”

He ran in one direction, Jack in the other. The
boy leaped into the cab, piled fuel in his furnace, and
made a quick examination of his locomotive. The
orders were very brief and plain; he had them by
heart in a moment.

A few faint streaks began to appear in the east,
and a general light diffused itself. Jack ran his en-
gine and the cars attached, forward, and at a signal
backed upon a switch and took up the waiting stock.
These movements were so sudden and unexpected,
that he was really under way before the groups of
rough men saw that a train was moving out. Some
of them were talking of heaping the freights and set-
ting them on fire. The engineer who forsook Num-
ber 5, came leaping along beside the train, flushed
with anger and drink. He caught sight of the little
fellow in his engine cab and yelled at him. He
looked so furious and all the running men looked so
furious that J. Dogberry was roused through every
molecule of his blood. These men might try to throw
things under the wheels and so ditch the train: a
shot was fired, the ball splintering.a panel of the cab ;
I only do Jack justice when I say he hardly thought
of the ball — his mind was taken up with the results
of a disaster if disaster there should be. He put on
a full head of steam, and the empty freights and cat-
tle cars sailed away! He was now accountable for
the train—he a mere boy!— when the Company
probably thought they were entrusting it to a man
and a licensed locomotive engineer. The thing he
had undertaken with the best but unconsidered im-
pulses, now looked very startling. Still, Jack knew
what he was about, and his iron horse in a twinkling
was out of Pontiac and sailing along over the open
country. The Road was certainly a mismanaged
one, but at that time discontent among the em-
ployés was not general. There were no other
strikes on the line, and safe out of Pontiac, the men
having the train in charge anticipated no other
trouble than stoppages caused by their delay.

Morning advanced. Jack stood up to his business,
his determined eye watching the road ahead, his hand



testing the steam gauge, or with the whistle warning



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distant stray animals off the track. Through forest
and across highways, as the day grew brighter around
him, over river bridges, and along green corn-fields,
he roared on and on! _

Everything going smoothly, the conductor left the
rear, ran along the tops of the cars, leaping gaps be-
tween them, dropped into the tender and entered the
engine-cab. .

He looked all around, holding back the congratula-
tory speech ready on his lips.

“Hullo, fireman, where’s Dogberry?”

“ Here, sir.”

“The engineer, I mean.
Pontiac?” ;

“Tm the man,’ says Jack, examining the steam
gauge again. Upon which. the conductor sat down.

“You little rat!” said he at last. “I£ you hadn’t
been so plucky I’d pitch you and your cheek off the
train!”

Man that run us out of

CHAPTER V.

“ONE BY ONE BEYOND RECALL.” —Sovg.





AW me! what as become
of the child!” whispered
Mother Dr. Darling in an
awe-struck voice, as she
tossed her own white clean
baby among the panic-
filled Dogberrys who were
left. She and Mrs.
Thomas and a few other
neighbors were talking
apart. Ben and Sweet
Alice sat by the table ;
she with her head down,
he looking dazed and pale.
Loo stood by the window
shaking with sobs, while
Rome and Remus were
making the air melodi-
in the kitchen,



It was Monday evening, and the townspeople had
given Arty up. They agreed that le had been carried -’
away. The old Bee of the “ Beehive,” who claimed
to have seen the child with a woman, when closely
questioned was not sure of anything. It was alla
paralyzing mystery. Joyce kindly telegraphed both
ends of the road inquiring for a stray child. They
could not find him in Sugar Creek or the mill pond.
At thought of the little fellow down in the slime or
gravel, his rigid hands clinched on dead leaves, the
elder Dogberrys were frantic. It was also maddening
to think he might be in the hands of some evil-
minded person who abused him—he might be hungry

‘or sick.

“Is Ben, or is Miss Alice in?” asked Mr. Joyce,
stepping upon the door-stone.

Ben and Alice were both at the door, and under
their elbows pressed the twins, while Mothers Thomas
and Darling pressed at their backs.

“ Have you heard anything?” inquired Alice, wip-
ing her eyes. It was poor little Arty’s funeral with-
out his body left as a visible sign of consolation.

“Pve got a telegram from Danport, “said Joyce.
“There was a child picked up there to-day — hurt on
the streets.” .

Rome and Remus uttered a mournful howl ; they
had no doubt the hurt child was Arthur.

“Name not known,” continued Joyce ; “the child
was run over and unconscious. Taken to the house
of a lady named Greenoff.”

“Aunt Greenoff!” exclaimed the five Dogberrys
in awe.

Alice turned to Ben.

“We'd better go and see if it’s Arty,” said Ben.

“ Of course !” cried Mother Darling eagerly, “take
our buggy! the Doctor is riding horse-back now.”

“And put our sorrel into it,’ added Mother
Thomas ; “he’s a good traveller. Thomas isn’t using
him for anything.”

Now Danport was an old rich town, lying only
twelve miles distant ; its railroad connection with the
new village, however, was roundabout and included
several delays and changes of cars. People seldom
thought of going to Danport, therefore, otherwise
than by their own conveyances.

“Yes, and just you get ready right away,” added
one of the neighbors, “and we’ll get some supper for
you.”



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The neighborly hands made themselves busy, some
preparing the meal, others putting Alice into her best
dress, her black alpaca, and making up a bundle of
such things as the young Heads of the house might
need. It was now her vacation, so she could leave
the school. Presently Ben drove up the Doctor’s
buggy and Thomas’ stiff, old sorrel. Then he hurried
into his Sunday suit, and the shattered family sat
down to a quick meal, Mother Darling and Mother
Thomas waiting on them as if they were so many

babies, and these good women were particularly fond

of babies.

“ We'll be back as quick as we can,” said Alice to
the three Berries left. “Rheemie and Maud, you
mind Loo, and all take care of yourselves.”

Just as Ben gathered the lines off old sorrel’s back, .

and began to drive off, John White came running,
waving his hand to stop them. He drew out a very
large pocketbook before reaching the buggy.

“Going to Danport to see if Arty’s there, eh? Ben,
you'll need some money. How much have you?”

Ben colored. He didn’t know, but guessed he had
about a dollar and a half in his purse.

“ Pshaw! that won’t pay a livery bill, to say noth-
ing of other expenses you may have. I want to loan
you ten dollars. Take both bills: if you don’t need
’em you can bring ’em back, you know. ‘That’s all.
I won’t stop you any longer.”

“ How good everybody is!” said Allie, leaning back
on the stuffed cushions of Dr. Darling’s old carriage,
as if it was the full heart of humanity beating under
her; “we hadn’t time to draw my money, and I
didn’t even think of it.”

The mothers of the town withdrew to their own
homes, and Lucy and the twins sat down on the front
stoop, forlorn and watching.

“T wonder if ‘twas Arty?” questioned Rheem.

“He’s hurt awful bad!” snuffed Maude.

“T don’t believe ’#was Arty. Aunt Greenoff,” said
the boy, handling his strange relative’s name with
great respect, “ would send us word.”

“ She wouldn’t know Arty,” said Loo sadly.
never saw him in her life.
about any of us.”

“What makes her our aunt?” propounded Rome.

“ She isn’t. She’s a cousin, or something, of moth-
er’s. We’ve always been poor and her folks were
always rich, That’s why she never came to see us,”

“ She
She doesn’t know much



explained Lucy simply, and without the least bitter-
ness.

Next morning while the three children sat at
breakfast, Mr. Joyce stepped up on the stoop with
more telegraphic news.

He looked puzzled. :

“ There’s a child exactly answering Arty’s descrip-
tion,” said he, “up in Carver City. A tramping
woman brought him in.”

“ What’ll we do?” cried Loo. “Ben and Alice are
gone to Danport.”

“Let me go to Carver City,” said Remus.

“And me,” added Rome.

“ Lucy had better go,” suggested Mr. Joyce, “ and
you two little fellows keep house. - There’s the half-
past eight passenger coming. JI can put you on that |
and you'll get back on the four o’clock accommoda-
tion. They stop here half an hour for breakfast.”

In half ‘an hour, therefore, Lucy, the house-mother,
forsook her charge and set out in search of that
other charge. The Dogberrys had been steadily
decreasing like John Brown’s little Indians, and now
the twins sat by themselves, too anxious to play
heartily, in a sort of Sabbath day of expectancy.
Rome got some dinner of bread and butter, berries
and cold beef, which Remus solemnly helped her
despatch. And shortly after a very little fellow from
the “ Beehive ” peeped around the door-post.

“ Say!” saluted the urchin.

“Ffullo, Jacey ! Come in,” said the host.

“No, I don’t want to. Come out here.”

What is that free-masonry among boys which refuses
roofing? Your brother’s chum comes and whistles
for him, and, obedient as a dog, he springs from his
place and runs out to answer the whistle. If Julia
or Dora should stand on the pavement and whistle for
you, how you would resent the girl’s breeding and im-
pertinence ! “ Does she think I’m going to run to her?
Indeed ! let her ring the bell, or come in at the side
door!” Brother Tom, however, will gallop half a
square to encounter his signal-giver. And although
Rheem was not intimate with Jacey Dixon from the .
“ Beehive,” that request to see him out of doors
struck home at once, aud he went out to consult
Jacey.

“You found yer little brother?” asked Jacey, by
way of introducing the subject, and wiping his nose
along the whole length of his arm as he spoke.





BIG TOE. 1s



“No. Ben and Alice have gone to Danport and Maude came to the door and joined in the consul-
Loo’s gone to Carver City —” tation. And the result was that the little house was
‘“‘Well, he ain’t neither place. I bet I know just | left alone, without one Dogberry in it, standing silent
where he is!” and lonesome in the pleasant sammer afternoon, A

“T bet you don’t!” cried Remus, becoming ex- | barren stem —the Berries all rolling away.

cited. : (TO BE CONTINUED.)







BIG TOE.



BY ELLA M. BAKER,



But Vl tell you what then ;—
* You sha’n’t do so again,”

O you know old Big Toe?
He’s the head of the row,



So it’s his place to show

Every fat, smaller toe.
How to be good and grave,

And just how to behave.

But this naughty Big Toe,

I must say, don’t do so ;
He is wilful and bold,
Don’t stay where he is told ;
Just as papa’s pigs do,

He tries to get out, too.

One-day company came,

And — think what a shame!

This same naughty Big Toe

Not keeping, you know,

Jn nice shoe and stocking,

Crept out — O, how shocking ! —

And put his head through
A window in the shoe,

As saucy as could be!
Everybody could see,
Aud poor mamma was so
Mortified at Big Toe!

She said to bad Big Toe.

She went right and bought, O!
Such stout copper toes!

If he gets out of those,



That shut him in, tight

And snug, out of sight

With the other toes small,
The right place for them all,

I am sure I don’t know

What she'll do with Big Toe!



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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.



By Mary HarTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER VI.

LOO GETS OUT OF, AND BEN AND ALICE GET INTO,
SOCIETY.

Ue LEN My. Joyce put
Loo upon the train
for Carver City he
had in his hand
a message from
Jack, but the new
interest concern-
ing Arthur put it

he forgot even to
mention it to her.
The message said:

“Mr. Joyce: I
got carried off in
the caboose. Am
inCincinnati. Tell
our children am























































coming back just as soon as possible.
“Jack DOoGBERRY.”

Loo had in her pocket the money she made selling
strawberries and which she had been saving for a
new dress. But when the train started and the con-
' ductor came to her and spoke about her little lost
brother, and she produced her worn portmonnaie, he
said it “was all right.” Joyce was sending her up
on his pass; and he, the conductor, would speak to
the conductor of the return train about her. Loo
thanked him and sat still, feeling awed by the unac-
customed rush at which she was going, and fixing in
her mind the course Mr. Joyce told her to take when
she reached Carver City. She was to inquire of the
station-master the way to the Dubbs House, and at
the Dubbs House for a little boy about three years

out of his mind so’





old, taken by the authorities from a tramping woman
to be held until. called for by his friends.

The smoky houses, dirty suburbs and pert city af-
fectation of the town of Carver soon appeared. Be-
wildered Lucy was helped off the train politely by
the conductor and followed the other passengers into
the depot. After some inquiry she found the person
who had charge of the depot, and he sent an em-
ployé to show her to the Dubbs House. Entering
that lordly brick pile, amid the sounding of dinner-
gongs and the rush of cheerful people more at home
away from home than she, Loo stood anxiously in a
vestibule while the messenger inquired at the clerk’s
office. Presently a waiter led her up-stairs to a par-
lor.

“When was that little child left here?” was the in-
quiry passed from the clerk’s office to the proprietor,
and from the proprietor to his various assistants.

Into the very parlor where Loo sat huddled up on
a stiff sofa, a little boy came bouncing, and immedi-
ately after him a woman with her hat and gloves in
her hand. She seemed unable to let the child get
out of her sight, and called him shrilly when he
peeped out upon the balcony. As she was drawing
on her gloves a very pleasant gentleman appeared and
walked up to Loo.

“Yes,” said he, “here you are. This is the little
boy, and he has just been claimed by his friends who
are taking him away.” 7

Loo looked hard at the child. There was no sign
of Arty about him. He had bluff blue eyes and dark
hair, and was fat and boisterous. She wondered ‘if
she wasn’t forgetting how Arty looked—he had been
lost so long! She took out her handkerchief and
wiped her eyes and then noticed that the child’s
mamma was regarding her keenly, as if suspicious
that s#e might be another vagrant after that precious
little son.

“This young Miss’s brother has been lost or
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Dubbs House.
eh?”

“Sunday morning,” sobbed Loo.

“T am very sorry we haven’t him here, too,” said
the proprietor, and then a waiter called him out. |

As soon as the recovered child’s mamma understood
the state of the case she went and sat by Loo, ask-
ing a thousand questions, even shedding tears with
her own calamity so fresh in mind. She went away
reluctantly and had her boy kiss Loo.so many times at
parting, that the youngster lost patience and roared
indignantly until he was out of hearing.

Hours must pass before Lucy could return home.
She did not think of dinner, but walked out of the
Dubbs House and wandered about the streets, won-
dering if Ben and Alice also had found somebody
else’s child.

“Lost since yesterday- morning,

Ben and Alice hastened along in Dr. Darling’s
buggy, drawn by Thomas’ good old sorrel, which put
the miles behind him as fast as any sorrel need to.
The lamplighter was just touching up the street gas
in Danport as they drove in, looking each out at a
side of the conveyance and timid about what they
ought to do,

“Do you know where Mrs. Greenoff lives?” in-
quired Ben of the lamplighter, as that cantering gen-
tleman mounted a lamp on the curb at which he drew
up sorrel. ,

“ Right there,” answered the man, indicating a res-
idence whose face he had just illuminated, and so
saying he cantered on.

It was a brown-stone front with a flight of broad steps
guarded by lions in stone. Lace drapery shaded the
lights within. If Ben and Alice had not been so
anxious about Arthur, their simple country feet must
have felt shy on the steps of this palace. Ben tied
sorrel to a ring in the pavement and mounted to the
coor with his sister.

A very neat girl opened the door to. them, and
showed a vast expanse of hall melting away into a
flight of velvet-covered stairs.

“Is Mrs. Greenoff at home?”
voice.

“T believe she is,” replied the servant doubtfully.

“We have come to see if a little child we heard was
hurt here, was our little brother.”

Inspecting them quickly and with surprise, the girl

trembled Ben’s

17

Se I Se a

showed them into a small room on the left side of tie
hall, which was evidently Mrs. Greenoff’s morning-
room and library. Black walnut shelves filled two op-
posite sides of the room, where books stood shoulder
against shoulder in rich array. The top of the shelves
glistened with china; there were rare old cups, so
thin that their closely wrought pictures seemed painted
on air; green and brown majolica in pug dogs and
tall, glistening vases; fanciful faiénce, and pitchers
of purest porcelain; and on a round table was a
brown-red chocolate téte-4-téte set, which looked as
if it had been used within the hour; in fact, it was
Mrs. Greenoff’s habit to order chocolate into the 1.-
brary every evening before dinner-time. There were
easy-chairs of every description. The padded floor
drowned every step. And, stooping from the centre
of the high frescoed ceiling, a bronze Hymen held
out two torches of gas; one a mere star, the other a
clear flame, which revealed fully the names of the
books in the cases, the pictures, and a marble copy
of the Medicean Venus.

“Do you think Artie is 4ere?” whispered poor
Sweet Alice.

“T—don’t— know,” was all Ben Bolt could reply.

They waited some minutes. Ben squatted on a
camp-stool, balancing himself carefully, Alice sinking
deeper and deeper into a velvet chair.

“Isn’t it lovely here?” said Alice again,
must be so rich, Ben!”

The door opened and “she” entered: Mrs. Greenoff,
widow. with eyes which were black aud keen when she wished
to be penetrating, and brown and soft when she
wished to be winning. Her silk garments clung close
and statuesque around her, without trailing and with-
out much rustle. Her white, fine hands glittered
with the liquid white of diamonds. Her eyes were
black and penetrating as she looked at the children
when they rose up before her. Ben’s camp-seat rose
part of the way with him and tumbled back in a col-
lapse. His face turned red, but he stood up finely
and holding his hat in his hand, made his bow,

“We are the Dogberry children,” said Ben.

“She



“Indeed,” said Mrs. Greenoff.

“Yes, ma’am. And Arty, our youngest, got lost
Sunday morning; and Mr. Joyce, that’s the agent in
New Town, got a telegram that there was a little boy

| here. So we came to see if it was he.”



38



Ben used his best grammar and held himself as
became the Head of the Bunch. Inwardly he was
slightly nettled at the lady’s manner, and though he
admired her intensely he wished her to see he came
on business and for nothing else.

But Mrs. Greenoff now came forward and took
both children by the hand.

“T have not seen you since you were babies,” said
she, “but I am glad to see Sarah Dogberry’s chil-
dren. I have often thought of looking after you,
but matters of one kind or another always prevented
me. Yes, there was a little child hurt on this street

‘this morning, and I have him up-stairs. I do not
know your little brother, but I am afraid— I do not
know whether to say I am afraid, or I hope, it is he.
Come up with me quietly and you may see him, But
don’t agitate him. He is asleep now. An omnibus
ran over him,” continued Mrs. Greenoff, leading them
up the padded stairs and along another vast, dimly-
lighted hall, “ but, fortunately, he was only knocked
down and bruised a little. Still, he is such an ex-
citable child the doctor says he must be kept quiet
as possible, or the strong emotions he has been under
will produce fever.”

She opened a door into a cool, high room which
suggested glaciers and mountains and cascades to a
travelled mind, but to Ben and Alice it suggested
mothing but Arty.

A quiet woman
with a broad lap,
in a black dress,
and white apron,
rose, obeying a
sign from Mrs.
Greenoff, and
drew the curtain
back off a large
crib standing in
the middle of the
room. There he
lay. It was Arty!
His delicate face
was flushed and
every hair on his
head glinted in
theold way. Bless
the wax-like
hands folded on the counterpane !





















































































Ir WAS ARTY!

Bless his dear







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mouth! Bless his downy, golden eyebrows and the
lashes flaring so from his lids! Alice could scarcely
keep from flying at him and squeezing him to her
heart’s content. Now that he was alive and safe
and not badly hurt, his youug foster-parents realized
what a huge weight of suspense they had carried.
Ben groaned joyfully. The nurse, understanding the.
case, smiled sympathizingly; and two crystal tears
rolled from Alice’s full eyes down her clear cheeks.

“She is quite a pretty little thing,” thought Mrs.
Greenoff. She motioned them to follow her out again
and they reluctantly descended the stairs after her.

“He is really doing very well,” said she. “Iam
exceedingly glad he was brought to this house.”

“When can we take him back?” asked Ben,

Mrs. Greenoff laughed.

“My dear boy, I don’t intend to let that baby go
away under a week. Indeed, the doctor says he
must not be farther moved and excited. Now, let
me make you comfortable. How did you come?”

“In Dr. Darling’s buggy. It’s hitched out in
front.”

Mrs. Greenoff went across the library and pulled a
silk tassel which hung from the ceiling.

“Well then,.ma’am,” pursued Ben, “we thank you
very much indeed; and if you and the doctor think
he had better be let stay, Allie and I would better go
right back and tell the other children, and we can
keep coming to see him till he comes home.”

A respectful man entered and stood for orders ; to
whom Mrs. Greenoff turned and said :

“‘ Michael, there is a buggy at the door which you
will attend to.”

Michael having passed out, the lady further con-
tinued :

“My dears, don’t shame me because I have been
so tardy about showing interest in you. You will
remain with me to-night —and perhaps to-morrow —
at anyrate. You can write a message at once and I
will have it sent to the family. Go in there if you
want to.wash your hands. Dinner will be ready
shortly.” She pulled a curtain one side and showe¢
them a cunning room with marble basins and plenty
of towels, where water followed the turn of a-faucet.
This bath-room communicated with Mrs. Greenoff’s
own apartment, and was. the connecting and rejuve
nating link which united her morning hours to her
morning-room, .



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“ My patience, Ben!” murmured Alice as she rinsed
her fingers and watched the water curl away, “how
does she stand it till this time without dinner? ”

“T guess it’s the same as tea,” replied Ben, “ only
she calls it dinner.”

It was not the same as tea, however, as they found
when they were ushered into the dining-room. It
Was an exquisite meal in courses, containing dishes
of which the children had never heard. There were
five plates laid. Mrs. Greenoff placed the children
at her left hand, Ben nearest her, Allie toward the
front of the table, and waited an instant with her
hand on the back of her chair until an old lady, lean-
ing on a woman’s arm, entered and took the place
opposite the children, the woman standing back of
~ her chair to wait upon her,

“Mrs. Wiley,” said the hostess, “let me present
hese young people to you. They are children of my
cousin, Sarah Dogberry.”

“Eh?” said Mrs, Wiley, lifting her wrinkled brows.
“Young people, I hope you are well.”

Ben and Alice opened their napkins. and returned
her good wishes. She was an old lady, much like
the fairy godmother in children’s stories, but with-
out that prized individual’s sprightliness. She had a
crook in her nose, a crook in her back, a cap which
would get into steeple-shape, and a black cane; she
also had very penetrating black eyes,

“This lady is Mr. Greenoff’s grandmother,” ex-
plained the hostess to the children,

The door-bell. rang and a few minutes afterward
a young gentleman of eighteen or nineteen entered
the dining-room. I say young gentleman, for, at that
age, he had a full-fledged mustache and the air of a
man. In appearance he was ten years Ben’s senior,
yet there were scarcely three years between them. He
had a warm, brown complexion, and, though his head
was as freshly clipt as a florist’s bouquet, the black
hair showed its disposition to turn into rings and
waves. His temperament seemed genial, his pres-
ence magnetic. He was certainly a bright, hand-
some young fellow, with some polish. Alice looked
up at him steadily, and the kindly feeling flowing
from his eyes reassured her. He spoke first to his
grandmother, bowed to the Strangers, and then said
to his mother, as he took his seat:

“You must pardon my being a little late, mother,
€ had some trouble getting the balance right.”



“Certainly, Joslyn. Let me introduce the children

of my cousin, Sarah Dogberry. You never saw them,
and I confess I have not seen them since they were
quite small.”
- Joslyn bowed again. A quizzical smile played
over his face at the mention of “children,” and Alice
could not help reflecting his smile as they looked
at one another once more. But as for Ben, his face
flared red. He did not mind being mentioned as a
child to the old grandmother; but when it came to
being presented as a juvenile to a youth older than
himself only in advantages, he mentally resented it,
Mrs, Greenoff saw this and continued with ready
tact, addressing Ben and Alice while she indicated
Joslyn:

“And this is my child, very little your senior.
Your mother thought him a fine baby when last I
saw her.”

The fine baby pulled his mustache and, addressing
Alice, said he thanked Cousin Sarah Dogberry for
that pretty compliment; and Alice liked him very
much indeed for calling her mother Cousin Sarah.
She thought, also, that if she had known Arty was
safe here she would have taken more pains with her
dress, and have been surer of her best hem-stitched
cuffs and collar. She was afraid Ben would eat
with his knife, or pour his coffee out and set his cup

-on the cloth, in the free-and-easy way he did at

home.

That hour, a desire for refinement and refining
associations as the means of the best culture, rose
strongly in her. She found these strange kindred
kind and genial and pleasing without any effort to
appear so. Among the bluff New Towners she had
heard polish sneered at, as a sort of insincere, social
veneering which hid contemptible faults. “Stiil it
is nicer than rudeness, even when it is shallow,”
thought she; “but O! when it goes all through, how
beautiful social culture must be !”

CHAPTER VII.
WHAT THE ELDEST DOGBERRYS DID IN SOCIETY.
Mrs. Witey said very little, but she watched the

children sharply. When all rose from the table she
disappeared with her servant.



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“Do you like music?” asked Joslyn, turning at
once to Alice.

“Oh, very much indeed

“Then let me take your brother and you to the
music-room.”

Alice hesitated.

“T want to go. But could you wait a moment un-
til I run and see if my little brother is awake ?”’

Joslyn would readily wait. He wanted to look
over the evening paper in the library; they would
find him there.

With Ben creeping softly beside her, Alice ran
again up-stairs. Mrs. Greenoff was required by even-
ing callers, so they went by themselves. Nurse
Tucker answered their mutfled rap at the chamber
door.

“Come in, dears. He’s awake and has had his
supper, and is just as peart and sweet as he can be.”

“Arty, darling, do you know Allie? And here’s
brother Ben. Bless the precious !”

For answer, and to demonstrate his sweetness, the
Precious lifted one little leg and kicked violently at
-his relatives. s

“Go ’way!” he howled. “I'll séap ye! I’m’s
want my Jack!”

“Jack will come, baby.
dearie, do.”

' The nurse came to him with some sweet soothing
mixture; and he let himself be raised, and lay
propped quietly among pillows.

“He’s very sore yet,” said Mrs. Tucker, “A
massy it hadn’t smashed his brains out, poor little
love! There’s the black and blue bruises on his lit-
tle body would make ye cry.”

“ Arty, do you know Benny?”

“No. I’m don’t know ye!”

“ Darling, how did you come here?”

Arthur closed his eyes and panted a little while.
His sister’s eyes filled.

“TJ runned off,” he deigned to reply.
called Jacky and he wouldn’t come.
Big wagon runned over me—all over me.
runned on you’ dolling boy!”

“ Poor little darling boy! He was hunting Jack.
‘Where did you think Jacky was, Precious?”

“ Hidley-giddle.”

* And who brought you to Hidley-giddle ? ”

“ Deedle an’ Sipsey.”

1”

Be quiet; there’s a

* And ’en I
And I cried.
Ey





And that is all they learned of Arthur’s journey.
From hints which his memory furnished afterwards,
it appeared that he had been assisted over his twelve.
mile jaunt by various persons who considered him
lost; but he skillfully gave everybody the slip who
interfered with his search after Jack. He talked of
riding in carriages, and of big men and big wagons,
but he was sure of nobody except Deedle and Sip-
sey.

“Will it hurt him to talk?” asked Alice, while
Ben got down and made a sheep of himself to bring
out a smile on the little brother’s face.

“‘ Best not to worry him, dears.”

“ Will he need anybody to sit with him to-night?”

“Oh, no; just his medicine reg’lar. I'll take good
care of him, don’t you be afraid.”

“TJ ought to have thought of bringing clothes for
him,” said Alice, ruefully.

“Oh, don’t you fret. There’s lots of gowns in the
house, and his little suit has been all brushed and
cleaned up. It was that covered with dirt and dust!
You leave him to me. I know all about children,”
laughed Nurse Tucker.

They thanked the good soul and still lingered a

minute; Alice to kiss the plump round of his cheek

just as his eyes were closing, and, for answer, she got
a smart pat from his prompt little hand.
“Tt’s a good sign,’ laughed Mrs.
“ Crossness, cure certain.”
“Y’m will kiss ye, Allie,” repented Arthur. And
giving her a melting kiss, he dropped off into a deep
sleep before she left the room.

Tucker.

Joslyn was reading in the library beside a drop-
light. He showed Ben where writing materials were,
with which to write a note to the children. This Ben
wrote and addressed to Loo, with a plea on the outside
to the postmaster to hasten its delivery: and Joslyn sent
it off by Michael to catch the evening mail. Then he
led them to the music-room ; an octagon with a whole
ceiling of skylight, through which, in daytime, the
sunshine came tempered by the soft brown colors of
the glass, :

This room was still in twilight, though no burners
were lighted ; and the rest of the house, not so illu-
minated, was quite dark. Joslyn drew some matches
and touched them to what seemed to be two whole
clusters of wax candles, supported by two St. Ceci¥



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‘ias, who stood*at opposite sides of an organ. In-
stantly the whole room sprung into great beauty.
The floor was of polished oak, and the walls were
-~wainscoted half-way up.
over an etagére of his music. Beethoven and Sebas-
tian Bach also appeared above racks devoted spe-
‘ciallytothem. There were castsof the heads of Verdi

~ and Haydn and many more wonderful men, completely
fascinating to Allie when Joslyn in his enthusiasm told
about them, giving sketches of their lives and de-
scriptions of their works. There were several instru-
ments in the room. Allie looked up with some awe
at the organ with large blue pipes, built into one side
of the room.

“That must hae cost a considerable lot of money,”
remarked Ben.

“Two thousand five hundred dollars,” replied Jos-
lyn smiling, “and worth its price, every cent.”

While Ben was calculating how long it would take
to earn two thousand five hundred at his trade, and
how much the said two and five hundred would do
for the children, young Greenoff picked up some
rounded sticks and struck several taps on a large,
flat drum.

“This is a tom-tom,” said he.

Answering it, as if it were an accustomed signal, a
boy entered the room through a door opposite the
one leading to the front of the house, and went be-
hind a screen at one side of the organ.

Joslyn opened the instrument and, placing his
guests in seats, began playing for them. He was
quite a musical amtaeur for one so young. Alice
trembled with delight as the volume of the organ was
for the first time revealed to her. She stood up and
remained, like one of the St. Cecelias, wrapt in the
sense of hearing. Joslyn was not a very tripping,
light-fingered performer, but he had a gift for shading
his music by combinations of stops. The enthusiasm
of listeners always helped him, too; so he enjoyed a
quarter of an hour of his own playing as much as Alice
did. Ben stepped around the pile and took in its
mechanical capacity, and watched the little blower
pumping. Joslyn showed him how the bellows
worked, and the effects of the stops and pedals.

“ How did you ever learn it?” cried Allie.

“Oh, I have just begun,” said Joslyn. “I took les-
sons during the winter that we spent in Milan. I saw
AVerdi bring out his opera of ‘Aida’ there. It was



Then I had lessons in Germany, and
Some day, maybe, I

fine, I tell you!
I practice when I have leisure.
can play!”

Allie felt sure he was one of the finest performers
in the country; but suppressing her conviction, she
asked, timidly :

“ Flow long did you stay in Europe?”

‘“‘ We were there three or four years wandering up
and down. That is, I wandered considerably with
my uncle, Mr. Thorn; but mother, on Grandmother
Wiley’s account, stayed a great deal in Paris. My
grandmother is fond of foreign countries, but does
not like travel and change. She is very old.”

“What is your business?” inquired Ben.

“J am learning banking with Uncle Thom,” re-
plied Joslyn.

“ T should think it was nice clean work,” observed
Ben.

“Tt is,” laughed Joslyn, “when the dirty accounts
don’t get mixed. What’s your work?”

“J’m acarpenter,” said Ben, “and I think I’m go-
ing to like it first-rate. My notion is to get to bea
master-builder, and even plan houses and other build-
ings. J think building is one of the most useful —
and — and — important businesses in the country.”

“So itis!” cried Joslyn, who loved enthusiasm in
anybody. “ How many children are there of you?”
he added, after a pause.

“Seven. And Allie teaches ; Jack is learning rail-
roading; Loo takes care of the house ; and the three
little ones are growing nicely,” said Ben, with family
pride.

“T wish I’d found you. out before,” said Joslyn.
“JT lke you. I am sure mother would have taken
great interest in you if somebody had brought you
under her notice ; but she always has to have things
put under her notice before she will attend to them.
I bring the accounts of the family expenses to her
and set her down to them. All women are alike,”
glancing quizzically at Alice, “ they have no idea of
the value of time, and can’t account for how they
spend it.”

“Tf I had such a music-room as this,” said she,
“T could account for some hours I should spend.”

“Don’t you play? Let me hear you.”

“Oh,no!’ Allie flushed scarlet. “She could not
play, but she wanted to.”

“ She does,” cried Ben. “She plays the organ for



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Sunday-school in New Town and leads the singing !”

She was then constrained to sing and she did,
choosing instead of the great organ she admired, and
the square piano which she was not sure of, a small
cabinet organ. She sung in a sweet contralto, and
Ben dutifully stood by her and roared out his Sunday
bass, which, as his voice was not yet heavy, sounded
uncertain in parts. Joslyn leaned against the wain-
scot and watched her kindly. She really had a great
deal of attraction for him,

“T should like to practice with you. It is’n’t so
tar to New Town. Couldn’t you come over some-
times and learn the organ if we send?”

Simultaneously with this wonderful vista the door
from the, front hall was opened, and Mrs. Greenoff
looked in.

“Joslyn, Professor Guilder and Rose and the
McKnights are here. And Mrs. Wiley has sent
down to ask you,” to Ben and Alice, “if you will
come to her room a little while.”

“This way, please,” said Mrs. Wiley’s woman to
the children as Joslyn followed his mother.

She led them into a hall branching from the main
entrance on the ground floor, and ushered them into
what seemed to be a suite divided by curtained
arches. The first room was a parlor, dimly lighted,
furnished in heavy old-fashioned. furniture; but the
second room was bright and cosy, pale buff colors
predominating in it. There was a variety of easy-
chairs, and in the largest and most pliable of them
sat Mrs. Wiley, her wrinkled hands resting on the
top of her black cane and her two very small feet rest-
ing on a velvet foot-stool. . She looked more than ever
like the fairy god-mother, and eyed the children as
they took the seats to which she motioned them as if
she had half a mind to lift that ebony cane, touch
each of them and change them into a Prince and
Princess of the most approved fashion. She, was
above eighty years old and some of her faculties
were impaired; but her memory and her sense of
her own dignity were as fresh as when, a beautiful
woman, she- had life all before her as these enue
had.

“Wiley,” said she to her attendant, “bring some
bon-bons.”

The woman, who had the same name as her mis-
tress, but was unmistakably of good Irish stock, went
to a rosewood cabinet, and opening it revealed its use



as a cupboard of sweets. She was so. neat-handed,
so attentive and kind, that Allie Joved her honest
face. She piled three small china plates with cun-
ning French confections of fruits, and added to each
a bunch of hot-house white grapes ; for this old lady
had never lost her sweet tooth, and she picked dain-
tily at her bon-bons while Ben and Alice sat before
her, properly, but with great relish, tasting theirs.

““ How old are you?” she asked Alice,

“ Kighteen, ma’am.”

“You seem a mere child. Sixty-three years ago I
was eighteen, President Madison lived in the White
House then, and I wore a silver tissue dress to one
of his receptions. I was lighter on my feet than you,
my dear. You have a pretty face.” She put up her
eye-glasses and, leaning forward, looked closely at Al-
lie, the latter bearing the inspection with innocent
gravity. “I want you to realize what your youth is,
Enjoy it while it lasts. By and by you will be an
old woman, and then you can only sit and think of
the past as I do. It is a sin against God when the
youth of any child is overshadowed. Are you happy?”

“O yes, ma’am !” 4

“Sarah Dearborn was a fair, prettygirl. I remem-
ber seeing her often with my grandson’s wife. Dear,
dear! so she has borne children and passed away.
How many did she leave?”

“ Seven, ma’am.”

“Seven. And well brought up and provided for, I
dare say.”

“We are doing for ourselves, ma’am,”
sturdily. ‘ We’ve been taught how to.”

The old grandmother eyed him sharply and asked
Allie:

“What do you do?”

“JT teach.”

“Oh, you instruct the other children. That is very
pretty of you and saves expense. I used to interest
myself in the lessons of my brothers and sisters.
They are gone, now, all gone! Where is your watch,
my dear? You should wear your watch and consult .
it, so you can avail yourself of the best use of your
time.”

Allie smiled with pure amusement.

“My watch! Why, I never had a watch!”

Grandmother Wiley looked at her some time be-
fore she accepted conviction of this fact. The
without comment, she turned to Wiley.

said Ben



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“ Wiley, bring me my brass-bound case.”

Wiley brought a square box, very strong on the
outside, but very rich in the inside with white satin
and velvet and precious stones. It shot out rain-
bows and vivid colors, as, placing it on her lap and
applying a key, the old lady opened it. Ben and Al-
ice could not for their lives help stooping near to
look at this little Valley of Diamonds. There were
two or three watches in two or three white nests,
their chains meandering out. Mrs. Wiley selected a
heavily enameled one with a chased “A” on the
case. ~

~“TJ bought this myself in Geneva, for a little girl
who died. Her name was Alice, too—did I not
hear your brother call you Alice? She never got her
watch, so I will give it to you.”

Allie drew back, though her largé eyés were start-

ing with delight.

“O, I couldn’t think of taking. anything so beauti-
ful!”

“Why couldn’t you?” said Mrs. Wiley sharply.

“Ym afraid I oughn’t—it’s so lovely! I’m sure
I never could do anything to pay you—”

“ Hoity-toity! Can’t I give a child a bauble?
Bend your head.” She dropped the long chain
around the girl’s neck and tucked the watch into her
dress,

“ Keep it to remember what an old woman has said
to you. Isuppose, sir,” she added, looking up sharply
at Ben, who stood grinning with amazed joy, “that
you are jealous and in a rage because I didn’t find
a trinket for you instead of her !”

Ben’s grin ran over and sounded aloud at the very
idea.

“Why, ’d lots rather Allie’d have things than
have ’em myself, anytime! I think that’s the pretti-
est thag I ever saw, and I don’t know how we’ll
thank you!”

“You’re a good boy,” said Mrs. Wiley, removing
her scrutiny. ‘‘ Now I will detain you no longer. I
retire very early and you will want to be among the
young people.”’

She extended her hand to Ben, and, obeying some
gracious instinct which was born in him, the boy
stooped and kissed the back of it, wich was like
shriveled rose leaves.

“Very well, my son; I thank you. for this visit,”



neous attention. Then she drew Allie down and
touched the girl’s cheek with her lips. Wiley showed
them into the main hall, and they went along it arm
in arm.

“Ben, I’m afraid I oughtn’t to keep this,” said
Alice. ~ :

Ben harbored misgivings, but the watch was so
pretty he could not in his heart bear to think Allie
ought not to Keep it.

“We're poor, you know, Ben, and she’s — she’s so
kind; but shé’s very old, and never saw us before
to-day, and Mrs, Greenoff might think —”

“Yes, so she might,” said Ben ruefully.
thought of that myself.”

“Tl speak about it,” concluded Alice, “and offer
it back, That’s sure to be the best way.”

The great organ in the music-room was at this mo-
ment in a state of high musical gymnastics, and a
girl’s sweet soprano executing trials and crescendos.

“T'd like to speak right away,” said Alice.

Still they both hesitated about re-entering the music-
room where the strangers now were ; so they went to
the library, where Joslyn found them ten minutes
later, when he rushed in for a book of musical refer-
ence. He carried them back with him and intro-
duced them to Professor and Miss Guilder and the

66. T

McKnights. The Professor was on the organ-bench,
and it was Miss Guilder’s voice theyhad heard. She
was a tall blonde, very stylish, very unbending. She

nodded to the two country children, continuing the
remark she was making toone of the McKnights. The
McKnights were cousins, Joslyn told Allie after-
wards, and both of them warm admirers of Miss
Guilder.

One was tall, sarcastic and exquisite, with very
glittering teeth; the other a short, good-natured
young man, with a voice like Punch’s, and a hearty
interest in every human being the world contained.
The tall McKnight stood between Miss Guilder and
Mrs. Greenoff, talking gracefully to both.

Allie saw there was no opportunity of speaking
with her hostess, so she gratefully let the short
McKnight give her a seat and turn over her opera
librettos for her, and tell her in intervals between
the music, in the most genial way, as if he had known
her always, his last summer’s yachting experiences,
and his general preference for active sports. When

Said the old grandmother, pleased by this sponta- ; his tall cousin was present he was eclipsed, and Miss



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Se
Guilder’s presence lost to him ; but he seemed to en- | in the drawing-rooms striking eleven. What hours for
joy “ playing second fiddle.” young folks who slept with the birds! This re-

When the Professor began playing again, however,
Allie could do nothing but watch ; and as for Ben,
with folded arms and eyes quite popping out, he
stood by himself contemplating that spectacle with
astonishment. The Professor was one of those
performers who are said to “play all over.”
Now his shoulders galloped with his hands
down the octaves, and his feet in a mad stam-
pede thundered among the pedals. Then he
raised himself as if to leap headlong among
the blue pipes and butt his brains out; but,
making a quick dash to the left, he pulled out
a handful of stops, jumped violently to the
right as if he had made up his mind to surprise
the blower at his tricks and thrash him, and
only changed it in time to grab another hand-
ful of stops and climb the banks of keys again.
He was improvising, Joslyn told Allie: that
is, making up music as he went along. She
could only wish he wouldn’t.





minded Allie of her watch, however, and as soon as.
Mrs. Greenoff had bowed the party out she ap-
proached her timidly. Joslyn was in the music-room,
re-arranging his music sheets,



“TI think,” she observed gravely, “he could
find some that is prettier already written
out, and it wouldn’t be so hard to play —don’t
you?”

For reply to this innocent speech Joslyn’s eyes
flashed a thousand twinkles, and he went over by one
of the etagéres where she could see his shoulders
quake, as if he were laughing to himself, and enjoying
the remark to which he could make no reply.

“Professor Guilder is a great organist,” murmured
the short McKnight, “and Miss Guilder has a very
rare voice — a pure soprano.”

Miss Guilder did sing exquisitely. Her voice, un-
like herself, was pliant and richly tender. For the
first time in their lives Ben and Alice heard really
good singing. Handel’s “Angels ever bright and

) fair” opened a world of goodness and delight right
close to their senses; and selection after selection
thrilled them with new feelings, It was in part a
church rehearsal, the Professor, Miss Guilder and
Joslyn, being members of a choir. Ben and Alice
could have wished it to last all night, but when the
callers departed they were dismayed to hear a clock





IN THE MUSIC-ROOM.

“We went up to see Mrs. Wiley,” she began, tak-
ing the watch-chain in her thumb and finger, “ and
she was very kind.”

“She has taken a fancy to you, I see,” said Mrs.
Greenoff, smiling at the chain standing out in relief
against the girl’s black dress,

“But I wished to ask you—” There Allie paused
greatly embarrassed. Whén she came to do it, she
found it indelicate to hint to the hostess that the el-
der lady might be in her dotage, and a present from
her ought, perhaps, to be returned. Mrs. Greenoff
understood her hesitation as delicately as she ex-
pressed it. ,

“Mrs. Wiley has paid you a compliment which
you must appreciate,” she said heartily. “She sel-
dom takes sudden fancies to young people. Cer-
tainly you will keep the watch, my dear. Let me see
if it agrees with mine about the time. Ves. Well, now
you will be shown to your rooms, and to-morrow I
want to have a talk with you about your mother and
all the children.”

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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.



By Mary HartTweLtL CATHERWOOD,



CHAPTER VIII.

IN WHICH JACK RISES AND THE TWINS FALL.

N Monday morning
Jack sat at breakfast
in the cosy St. Nich-
olas, and opposite
him sat a portly gen-
tleman who was Gen-
eral Agent for the
road on which J.
Dogberry, the day

« before, made his
debut as engineer.
He tucked his nap-
kin under his chin as
he saw the agent do,
and settled down to
breakfast like a
man. Jack was hun-
gry. Sunday had
been a partial fast;
and in the evening,
after his arrival in

Cincinnati, he had no appetite. He was all eyes.

The agent cut up the steak and broke his eggs,

watching the boy all the time with amusement and

approval.

“So you brought the train through, did you? And
saved it, too! Those fellows made a wreck of some
of the freights in Pontiac. I’m going to come down
pretty severe on Green, the engineer you relieved,
and some more of them.”

“Ves, sir, they didn’t act right. But I think the
ones who did the damage weren’t railroad boys, I
don’t think you ought to be too hard on them.”

“You're a clannish sort of a young man.”

“Well, when I’m in a business, I want to stand by
the folks that employ me and the folks I’m working







with. I don’t believe that engineer would have acted
so if he hadn’t been drinking. He oughtn’t to driv’,
you know.”

“Certainly not.”

“Our Bunch of children,” pursued Jack, “ sort
of clan together at home. And so it comes natural
to me, when I’m ina business, to stand up for it and
for the other people in it !”

“How long have you been in the railroad busis
ness?” inguired the agent smiling broadly.

“Well, about two years. I sweep out the depot,
and carry the messages, and take down the market
reports, and do everything Mr. Joyce wants me to. I
get ten dollars a month. It isn’t much, but it’s lots
better than nothing; and then I’m learning tele-
graphing and all about it.”

“ Board yourself?”

“Yes. I board at home. I would have fifteen
dollars a month ; but I’m too young to carry the mails,
they think, so I pay a man five dollars a month to do
that. That is, they give him the money. they’d give
me if I could do it.”

“ How did you learn to run a locomotive?”

“QO, I want to find out everything I can, so I'l]
know the whole business. I love an engine and the
engineers taught me on the road.”

The agent kept smiling, so Jack thought he was as
pleasant a man as he had ever seen.

“So you’re determined to mount the whole lad-
der?”

“Why, yes, sir, if I can. I think the railroad busi-
ness is splendid. There’s so much gitwp about it.
It keeps a man all alive, and that’s the way I want to
be.”

“Jt’s very lively, then, up in New Town?”

“Q, course it isn’t like a big city; but there are
two mail trains a day and one express, besides the
freights.”

“T should like to see such a stirring town,” said
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“Do!” exclaimed Jack, “and come and have din-
ner at our house. We have got one of the best gar-
dens in town; and I bet our raspberries will be ripe
before anybody else’s!”

“That is very tempting.
give me your full address.”

He took out a pencil and memorandum book and,
at Jack’s dictation, wrote his name, town and state,

“ Now, what else shall we order? You are my
guest and I mustn’t starve you.”

“O, I’ve had a splendid breakfast, and I don’t
want anything more, sir.”

“Well, we will meet here at two o’clock, my din-
ner hour. You will want to look about town. If
you get tired of that, come down to the office on
Vine street—next street to this, running north and
south. And, by the way,” concluded the agent as he
took up the check and opened his pocket-book,
“here is an advance on the little testimonial we
intend to give you for your services, Mind, young
man, I don’t say I quite endorse rashness and ven-
turesomeness ; but the way matters resulted, you
saved us some money.”

Jack flushed as the ten dollar bill was laid before
him.

“Why, here you’re giving me my meals,” said he,
“and I didn’t want anything for bringin’ that train
down. I did it just as if it had been my own, you
know!”

“Yes, I know. And that’s what we like. Take
this now and say no more. You'll want to get some
little presents for that family of yours.”

Jack thought of Arty; and, putting the money with
great importance and eager thanks into his porte-
monnaie, he went out on the shady side of Fourth
street. To a country boy the fine old street was a
valley of. wonders. The melancholy “Tay-tine-all-
toe!” cry of the old-clothes man, the street-cars, the
books and pictures and dry goods and wood-carving
in the windows, the brisk boys and girls, the rush of
people, the confused rumble and roar, kept him in a
state of excitement which was Jack’s idea of beati-
tude.

He went into the stores and looked at the pretty
dresses — Jack had an eye for pretty dresses — and
hesitated a long time over a made suit, which he had
a mind to buy for Arty; but on learning that it was
valued at twenty dollars he decided not to take it.

Now, while I think of it,







Then he rambled out and found at another place a
huge rocking-horse, strong enough to hold himself,
and with main and tail of real hair, and fiery nostrils
and head erect. And after ascertaining that it was
amply within his means, and meditating fondly for
the last time on his green bill with the X’s on it, he
bought the horse and ordered it sent to the depot
from which he was to start for home in the evening.

The spell which hangs on concentrated money
being broken, Jack now acted the young prodigal
and flung it about with a lavish hand. He got a pair
of books for Rome and Remus, a silk handkerchief
which cost exactly ninety-five cents for Benjamin,
and a pair of real kid gloves apiece for Allie and
Loo. Not knowing the sizes they wore, he was at a
loss when the clerk asked him what numbers. But
Jack was not to be balkéd. He described his sis-
ter’s: . Oa

“Loo is tall as a tree,” said he, “that is, pretty
near; and has a long slim hand. She never has had
but one pair of kid gloves, but she’s dreadful partic-
ular about the way they fit. Her hand sort of gives
ze and squeezes up. Allie’s smaller, but it’s broader
across than Loo’s, and her fingers don’t run to such
a fine point. She’s had several pairs; and I notice
she gets black ones most always, but I think she’d
like those pale sort of pinky-gray ones.”

“The lavender?”

“Yes, if that’s what you call it,
long black ones for Loo.”

I may mention here that Jack came to grief on
the presentation of these gloves to Loo. Allie’s fitted
with a nicety and a perceptible lightening of their
color which delighted her heart, and she wore them
with great care, keeping them in intervals of disuse
in a seal-skin glove-box, presented by Joslyn Green-
off. But the tips of Loo’s long black gloves hung off
her fingers like eagle-claws. Her slight hand roamed
around in them and found no test, and she saw,
through tears of vexation, that they were sevens and
ahalf! Jack didn’t mind in the least when she ran
and cuffed him with them; but declared he had
described her accurately at the glove counter, and
the clerk asked if she was that young person gener-
ally known as the Cardiff giantess !

Disposing of his parcels around his person, Jack
now wandered off up Vine street; and here he found
the bronze Woman of the Fountain, standing above

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the esplanade and shedding from her outstretched
hands continuous sprays of blessings. He never
had seen anything so beautiful. He walked all
around the square to see her from every point. He
approached the great fountain and examined every
figure surrounding it. The child dancing by its
mother’s side and holding up joyful hands to catch
the rain drip from above, the boy riding the dolphin,
the old man in a toga—not one piece of the groups
escaped him.

“My goodness! I wish Arty and the rest could
look at it! *Twould fill all our front yard and the
grove. And there she stands, winter and summer.
I bet the ragged young ones like to come out and
look at her. Seems as if she was mothering every-
body in town. O, you pretty thing! It would spoil
me to live here. I’d want to get on a rail and watch
you from morning till night ; and then who’d sweep
out the depot, and take the market reports, and help
Mr. Joyce!”

Speaking of rails made him look around to see if
there were any; but the only ones to be seen were
street-car rails, A little car drawn by two jaded
horses came jingling along, and reminded Jack that
he meant to try the street-cars and hadn’t done it
yet. The red vehicle stopped on a crossing and
Jack bounced in. After it started it seemed to
travel on elbow roads, and went just opposite the
direction Jack thought he was taking. Still his
bump of locality was full, and he was not afraid of
getting lost. He crossed a canal bridge and the
aspect of the city changed, the road grew steep;
and on each side of it stood up the quaintest build-
ings, with galleries hung on the outside far up in the
air, and nearly every name above the store doors
was in German. It was the German part of the old
city, where good foreigners and their children keep
up the good ways of Vaderlandt, and nothing is
changed from generation to generation. When Jack
paid his fare, with great shrewdness and business
dispatch, he asked for a round trip ticket and how
far the road went?”

“Going up the incline?” inquired the conductor.

“The what?”

“Why, the inclined plane —there it is,”

Jack looked in the direction indicated and saw a
railroad in the air, with its terminus at the top of
what seemed to his prairie-accustomed eyes a very





high hill. There seemed to be a double track; and
up one a black speck was sliding, and down the
other came a similar black speck,

“Do folks go up and down that thing?” thought
he. “I’m going to try it if the rest do.” So he
said “ Yes, up the incline,” pocketed his ticket, and
watched his destination with rather a shaky heart as
he neared it.

The car paused, another horse was added, and
these tugged the load up to a small house, which
seemed to be the “Inclined Plane” station. The ful]
car was soon emptied and Jack followed his compan-
ions into the station, where a man tore off a coupon
from his ticket and put him into an open door which
seemed to give entrance to another street-car. A
signal sounded two or three times, then the door was
shut and locked, and Jack felt the sensation of rising
in the world. The people appeared perfectly calm;
windows were open all around. Jack crowded upon
the front platform and saw that a cable of iron wire
was drawing them up; and down came the other car
rushing past them! The roar of the engine on the
hill filled his ears; and how nimbly that cable ser-
pent leaped over the revolving groves of wood which
made its path. He grabbed his hat with both fists to
keep it from skurrying away on the wind, and wanted
to yell with delight. The great city with its mantle
of smoke drawn over its head, its spires glinting, its
river shining away to the south, rolled out below him.
Too soon was it over. The car went more slowly—
it dréw up to its station—a man waiting there
clicked the door open and the people poured out.

“ve got the trip back, though,” thought Jack. So
he delayed that ecstasy, wandering around the build-
ing, and looking down a circular hole at the station-
ary engine which worked the cars up and down the
“Incline.” Having still a coupon of his ticket left,
he explored Mt. Auburn Street, and gazed upon its
various residences with approval; also upon its airy
height and untarnished greenness.

“This is.a very fine place for women,” thought
Jack. “T wish all our girls lived in that house with
the slim pillars and such a lot of porches! Come to
think, maybe they’d like this cunnin’ place all over
vines best. But, as for me, I like to live down in
town right in the middle of everything. I don’t mind
the suft; but Loo and Allie would make a dreadful
fuss about the washing down there.”













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He reached the terminus of the road and'took a
ticket back; and it is a fact, which Jack was after-
‘wards ashamed to own to his family, that he spent

_ a long time whizzing up and down that “ Incline.”

When he returned to the St. Nicholas it was long

past two; but a waiter who had evidently been set

to watch for him, beckoned and placed him at a

table.

Very different from his sensations, as he sat with
just such a luxurious dinner before him as a boy
likes, and an attentive man at his elbow to help him
to what he couldn’t reach, were the sensations of
“Rome and Remus as they fastened the front door of
‘the Dogberry house and started off with Jacey Dixon.

Jacey lopped along, sawing from side to side in his
accustomed lazy way, his hands buried deep in his
}pantaloons pockets, but whether to support his pants
tor his hands nobody could ever decide. He never
thad suspenders, but tied a tow string around his waist.
THe was a very light-eyed youth, about the twins’
age; hollow in the chest, hollow in the temples, and.
very lean-limbed. He had an active imagination,
and a great love for the marvelous and startling.

The three trotted down a slope which led to a
deep ravine west of Old Town. ‘As they sunk into
this valley it was easy to see toward what point they
were making. Here stood what had once been a
tannery, a weather-beaten old frame which all the

children considered “booggerish!” not only because -

“it looked deserted, and was full of old tan-vats into
which one might fall and be drowned, but because,
also, Billy Greer lived there, the terror of New Town
children after dusk.

He was a rag-picker of strange habits. Bent
half double, with his great sack on his back, he grov-
elled over New and Old Towns picking up shreds
and trash He made monthly journeys to other
places, either to dispose of his pickings or add to his
treasures. Danport was known to be one of his
beats, the twelve intervening miles. being nothing to
Billy Greer. In the daytime, when he jabbered around
the gutters, many boys were rude to him, and, conse-
quently, in the dark they respected him. Billy, in
his personal appearance, was a sight that made small
children cry. He was not social, and desired to
reside undisturbed in his mansion the tannery.



warm and excited, “or else that I’d brought a para.
sol, Why can’t the sun carry an umbrella? Look
at those three or four great big clouds standing
round the sky doing nothing, when they might be

shading us!” ‘

“T think,” said Jacey solemnly, “you'd better be
thinking about your little brother down in this here _
tannery!”

“What do you b’leeve Billy Greer’d do with him
if he had him?” inquired Rheem, in a voice which
betrayed his doubt of Billy’s having him.

“What do I b’leeve he’d do with him? W’y, I
b’leeve he’d put him in a vat and tan him as black
as leather and then sell him!”

“ But Arty’d drown!” shuddered Maude.

“ And who’d he sell him to?”

“W’y, to those Italians with harps and fiddles, or
the gipsies.. There was a woman came to our house
and she wanted to stay all night, and she had seven
children. Some was boys and’some was girls, and
some was bigger ones! And she had a hand-cart
and there was a bar’l in it. I thought they looked
sort of funny; some was light brown, and some was.
coffee-color, and some was purty nigh black. So in
the night I heard her call them up, and I got up, too,
and watched. And she’d ketch one by the hair of
the head and dip him in the bar’l, and he’d come out
all drippin’ with somethin’ like ink; then she’d ketch
another and dip #zm. The girls they cried, but the
boys never said ‘boo’; but one, he got his mouth
full and sputtered it out, and I was squattin’ right
behind the bar’l and it hit me on the head. There’s
a black spot on my head yit.”

Jacey pulled off his cap and offered his scalp fer
inspection; but there were so many black spots it
was difficult to say where the dye marked him.

“That scared me so I crept off. But next
mornin’ J said to the woman when she started:
‘Missis, what you got in that bar’l?’ and she says, ©
‘Brine for pickles. I’m gatherin’ pickles to sell.’
And then I knew she’d stole the children and was:
a-colorin’ them for the gipsies or Italians.”

Rome’s hair bristled, but Rémus said:

~“T don’t believe that !” :
. “Well, you needn’t,” retorted Jacey doggedly,
“but I can show yoy. the very room where the
woman slept! I ain’t goin’ no farther. I don’t want

“T wish the sun wouldn’t shine so!” cried Maude | Billy Greer to know I told you he had Arty.”





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“When did you see him with Arty?”

“Didn’t I see Arty’s little linen dress stickin’ out
of his bundle? And last night, when I came along
a-past the tannery, I heard the mournfullest noise
that ever was, like somebody about Arty’s size was
gettin’ whaled to death; and I crept up close to the
house and laid my ear close to the ground, and
heard old Billy trampin’ round among the vats, and
every little bit I could hear the licks and then a
- sousin’ like he was dippin’ the little fellow again. I
bet his skin’ll be so black you won’t know him by
this time!” ;

Credulous as Rome and Remus naturally were,
and much as their eurdling blood resented such a
state of things, they could not gwée credit all Jacey
said, and halted to parley further with him, when a
sound rose from the tannery which turned the burn-
ing afternoon into a nightmare. Jacey took to his
heels, but the shriek which drove him drew the
twins, trembling but decided, straight to the low tan-
nery door. Remus knocked with all his might and
then kicked with his boot. A humming and purring
inside ceased. Remus doubled the-knocks. - The
door opened so suddenly that he precipitated himself
into the room while kicking it, and, in a wink,
Maude was whisked in also by the collar of her
apron. The strong door banged to, and Billy Greer
stood over them, like some great giant, in the twi-
light. It was never light-in there. .

“T want my little brother!” said Remus, with
some little defiance left.

Billy stooped down and looked at the boy and
girl. He drew. his mouth around one side of his
face almost to his ear; then he let go there and drew

it to the other ear; then he opened it like a. cavern |

and advanced on the cowering twins. - Rome began
to scream at the top of her voice; but Rheem only
stepped back, turning pale, and taking care to ‘keep
his arm before his sister,

“You can’t scare me /” he declared in a trembling
tone. “You tell us where Arty is or we'll go off
and raise the town!” .

It seemed likely that they would go off!

_The boy’s defiance roused the giant of this cas-
tle to greater exhibitions of rage. He began to chop
his teeth, these being large and powerful, with a. reg-

- ular clip which reduced even Remus to a whimper.

Then he grabbed them both-again and dragged them»





between two piles of rags he was sorting. These
unfortunate children might as well have been in a
wild beast’s den as in the grip of this strange
creature. He had not spoken a word to them; but
now, as he raked a covering of boards aside with his
foot, he uttered a prolonged, triumphant yell. Rome
and Remus joined in fully, but with different feel-
ings; for in the earthen floor he uncovered a tan-
vat, and they looked down into it, seeing the brown-
ish, horrid liquid about to swallow them up.

Plunge!

Rheem landed still struggling, but Maude fell
unconscious.

Why, the vat was dry! There was nothing in it

except heaps and heaps of rags, ill-smelling, but

not so choking as water. The children caught their
breath. The boards were replaced over their heads.
Billy had shut them in. They grabbed hold of each
other to be stayed and twin-supported in that dread-
ful place.

“Don’t be scared, Rome,” whispered Remus, “I
ain’t going to let him do anything more with us.”

Between the cracks of the boards now came a
sound more blood-curdling than anything before —
of Billy cracking his jaws and grinding his teeth, and.
saying unctuously —as if he could hardly wait to
finish his work before he tasted them —

“Tlove you! Oh,I love you! How I love you!”

“Do you think he’s chopped Arty up?” sobbed
Rome under her breath. :

““Po—h! No. He da’sn’t!”

“But where is Arty?” -

“Well, I shouldn’t wonder if he threw him down
here. When Jace was talkin’ I didn’t more than
half believe he’d got Arty, but now I believe he

has.”

“How I love you!” gritted Billy at regular inter-
vals, bending to the rags he sorted.

The twins grovelled among the rags in the vat.
It was not a fragrant work. Dust rose and nearly
stifled them ; but still with the energy of desperation

‘they poked and dug, and felt down deeper and

deeper for the missing baby.

“Rheem, why doesn’t he cry?”

“Like’s not he’s pretty near choked—this is
enough to do it, or maybe he’s asleep.”

Rome put her face down among the nauseating
rags and projected through them:















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“Arty!”
Remus did likewise:
“ Arty!”
Duet and chorus:
“ Arty! you down there?”
“Say, Arty! Rheemie’s here!”
“Arty, O, Arty! Arte—e—e!” in a long, cau-
rious, whispered cry.
“T believe he zs dead!” whimpered Maude. °
“Feel and poke round,” urged Remus, “till we hit
something.”
“How I love you!
Billy.
' “Rome, there’s something hard down there!”
“Way under the pile? O, pull it out quick!”
“T can’t get holt! I can just touch it with the
end of my foot!” |
“Let’s make the hoie bigger and go down in it.”



ffow I love you!” howled

They made the dust fly like two young war-horses,

sneezed, choked, but continued to dig until Remus
pulled up a box in his hands. It was not heavy, but
it weighed like lead on the children’s little hands,
and was evidently made of very strong wood. They
felt its angles and knobs, and tried without sight to
estimate its size.

“Tain’t as Jong as Arty,”
betraying her unspoken fear. ,

“What are these round-headed nails on top?”

“Run your finger over ’em.”

“They’re letters.”

“What letters?”

“T can’t find out.”

“Let me try.”

Remus investigated thoroughly with-his fingers.

“A.D. That’s what they are, A. D.”

At this Rome very nearly broke into a howl.

“O, Rheemie! A. D. stands for Arty’s name;
Arty Dogberry! Oh, he’s put him in here and put
his name on it!” wept Maude, with the clear and log-
ical convictions of childhood.

“OQ, po—h!” began her twin though his chin was
shaking.

Outside, however, an interruption was begun which
caused them to listen with their breath in their teeth.
A heavy hand and persuasive foot wete at work on
the tannery door. -

“Come, I want to see you, Billy,” said John
- White. John White was always coming to the res-

whimpered Maude,



temarked John,





cue of the Dogberry Bunch in one way or another,
This second interruption at his work made Billy
Greer so furious, he would have harmed the stock.
farmer if it were possible. He rushed out at John
shaking his fists and uttering rapid words.

“QO, come, now, Billy, I know you get teased and
touzled, but you must know your friends from your
foes. Quiet down, now. All I want is the children
in here.- Where did you store them?”

Doubling in his,accustomed attitude, and aes
under the sane sound man’s control, old Billy Greer
at once conducted him between one piles of rags to
the tan-vat.

“Nice roomy place you’ve got for your business,”
glancing up the dim walls, cobwebby
and smoked.

Billy removed’ the boards from the-vat and the
heads and shoulders of the terrified twins appeared.

“QO, pshaw, now!” said John with disapproval.
“Tut, tut, man! this won’t do. Don’t play tricks on
such little codgers. Come, reach up, young ones,”

“Make him tell where Arty is,” said Rheem, when
his twin and he were out of the vat. Maude still
held the lettered’ box under her apron. Mr. White
lifted her out by taking hold of her shoulders.’ She
hid behind him and carried the box, convinced
strongly that she had some clue to Arty in it.

“Tlave you anybody else bottled under ground?”
inquired: John.

Billy Greer earnestly protested that he had not.
The children ran as fast as they could when they saw
the daylight, and John walked out after them laugh-
ing. They were still confused and half-smothered by
the rag heap; and Maude forgot everything but the
instinct of flight, even with John White to guard the
rear, until she fell up-hill and the box was brought
to sight as well as memory.

“We're obliged “to you, Mr. White,” said Remus, ©
dropping back with some regard for appearances,
“ How did,you know he had us in there?”

“Jacey Dixon came tearing up to me, and told me °
you and-your little better part had gone to Billy’s to
hunt for Arty, and Billy came out with an ax and cut
you both in half, and was splitting you into fine kind-
ling while he came for help.”

“Well, he was pretty rough. I didn’t tind aiaaly,
but I hated to have him frighten Maude,”

“Hold on, little Dosbery” called John as he saw





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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. 3r



Rome sprawl, “the danger’s all over. I guess you
two, had better go home with me to Priscilla, and let
her put you in the smoke-house and fumigate you
with something to sweeten that pest-rag smell you
got in Billy’s vat.”

Rome looked into John White’s face as Remus
helped her up. His countenance reminded one of a
turnpike of granite. No down there. Hewas never
known to wear a beard; but mica-like sparkles of



the best looking and pleasantest man in town!

“Tf you haven’t brought that box!” cried Rheem.

“ What box?” asked John.

“The one we dug up in that vat.
brought it with her.”

Maude dared not own the secret convictions
which made her bring it; so she stood trembling and
wiping the dust of Billy’s heap from nose, eyes and
ears, with her long apron, while John White picked

Maude’s

fun and good-will shone over it. She thought he was | up the box and looked at it curiously.
a





32



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.

BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD,



CHAPTER IX.
THE GATHERING OF THE CLAN,

OME people are always having adventures,

They find what nobody else does; or they go
on a journey and miss a train, to mount some delight-
ful train of odd happenings. But Loo was not an
individual to whose lot adventures fall. She really
did not like unusual occurrences. So, wandering
about the streets of Carver City until it was time to
take the return train, she was not preyed upon or
smashed ; nor did she encounter any rich old rela-
tive, who, looking upon her sweet, womanly, young
face with favor, decided to make her his heiress.
The only face she recognized among hundreds of
strangers was that of Lawyer McKay, the Bunch’s
guardian.

Loo was standing outside a bookstore, looking at
prints in the window, and occasionally wiping a tear
off her pensive nose, when a hearty voice beside her
exclaimed :

“Well, Lucy, how do you do? The other children
with you?”

She looked up and gave her hand to Mr. McKay.

“No, sir. I came alone.”

“Crying ? What’s the matter, child? Anything
Wrong at home? Were you going to my office ? ”

This ge..*leman was an old friend of the family,
A man grizzle? and brisk and talented. The first



jurist in his county, and second only to ne Presideut
in the eyes of the Dogberry Bunch.

f }
‘Il









































































































































































Loa.

It did not take him long to gather from Loo what
had happened. He looked at his watch, though: a



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. 33



moment, and then told her he would go back home
with her.

So Lucy came on the afterncon train, just as she
expected to do, and with her came the guardian.

Dogberrydom stood brown and still in the even-
ing sunshine, meditating about its emptiness. I
suppose the little old house said:

“Where are all my children? Are the boys at
work? Is sweet Alice in the school-room? But
Lucy’s feet do not pat about, and I cannot see Rome
and Arty on the croquet field. I don’t like this.
Come home, young ones! I shall die without some
life in me! Why, this is a pretty way to treat your
old home, that has sheltered you since you could
chipper! Here’s a strange cat sneaking along one
of my back window sills, to find a broken pane and
get into the cupboard. I don’t believe I could
stand this all night. I want to hear your little noses
snoring. You haven’t gone off to stay, have you?
I'd willingly have my roof raised by a good noise ;
though in times past I dd complain that you shook
me considerably.”

Now, to the old house’s joy, Ben and Alice drove
up to the fence, and, tying Thomas’ sorrel, hastened
up the lawn.

“Why, the door’s locked, Allié! ” exclaimed Ben,
trying it. They felt for the key on a nail under the
step (this was a family secret ), and entered.

“We—ell!” breathed Alice, slowly, looking
around the silent and empty place, “where are the
children?”

“That’s what I want to know!” cried Jack, burst-
ing in from the station where he had just arrived.
‘““Where’s Arty? Has he been found, yet?”

“Yes, he has,” said Alice, hugging Jack and shak-
ing hands with him. “ And you've a nice boy to get
carried off while you are in bed, and travel all over
the country without a clean shirt on!”

“Where have you been?” inquired the older
- brother, pumping Jack’s hand.

Pat, pat, came a pair of shoes and a pair of boots
on the steps, and Rome and Remus, with their brass-
nailed box, scampered in.

“Why, here’s Jack!”

“And Ben and Allie!”

““Where’s Arty?”

A Babel of sounds now ensued.

“Arty isin Danport!” — “Where you been?” -—





“Billy Greer put us in a tan vat!”— “In Cincin-
nati!’’— “Was he hurt badly?” — “No, only
bruised ! — He was run over!— He is at Mrs. Green-
off’s !—We’ll bring him home in a day or two!” — “J
had a splendid time, and you can’t guess what I’ve
got for you!” —“O, I’m so glad the baby is safe!”
“What's that box you put on the table, Maudie?” —
“My gracious! what a noise! Don’t; we'll raise
the neighbors!” — “Seems like we’d been gone a
year !” —“ We've all been seekin’ our fortunes |”? —
“Whew! Allie, where did you get that big gold
chain ?””— “Why, where’s Loo?”

“There’s a new candidate coming before this con-
vention!” shouted John White, looking in from the
stoop. “It’s your gardeen, Lawyer McKay. Quict
down, or he might get a hickory and lick a few of
you.”

The Berries, now re-assembled, ran to the door
and met their guardian and Lucy there.

“Any news from the baby?” he inquired directly.

With irrepressible eagerness they began all talk-
ing together again, when John White stuck his fin-
gers in his ears and took a leap off the stoop.

“That’s what I came in to ask,” he cried. “I
saw the horse and buggy tied down here. But you
might as well go to ask the time of day of Niagara
Falls 1”

Ben grabbed a crayon of chalk from his pocket,
and made a bulletin board of the front door, chalk-
ing out:

“ARTY
IS
FOUND!”

“Where did you find him?” inquired Mr. McKay,
moving like oil among the troubled waters.

Ben and Allie related their experience.

“We sent a letter,” they added, “and thought the
children would know all about it by this time; but
I guess they all ran off and forgot to go to the post-
office.”

“ Didn’t Maude and Rheem stay here?” inquired
Lucy.

“TI guess we didn’t /” the twins hastened to assure
their friends, “ when we thought old Billy Greer had
Arty, dipping him in tan-dye to make him a little
gipsy! Jacey Dixon said so!”

‘And we went right down there!”



34 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.



“And he grabbed us and put us into a hole among
the rags !”

“ And he gritted his teeth and said he loved us!”

“JT bet you’d never seen ws again, if it hadn’t
been for Mr, White !”

“My goodness! what children!” murmured Alice.
“Faven’t I told you many a time not to go with
Jacey Dixon, and to stay away from Billy Greer’s old
tan-house?”’ So she embraced them, and wiped the
‘dust off their noses.

“We'll have to go back there and take this box to
Billy,” said Rheem.

The Jawyer picked up the box. It was of mahog-
any. There was a key-hole in one side. He took a
key out of his pocket and opened it. To save their
lives the Bunch could not help huddling just a little
nearer to see what might be in it. Mr. McKay took
‘out one paper after another, examining them sharply
as he did so.

“Where did you get this box? ”

Rome, being constrained by her lawful guardian,
was obliged to stand up and confess. She told why
she brought it, and Rheem added to her testimony,
as to where they found it.

“Well, I have taken a lucky trip, to-day!” said
Lawyer McKay. “The Durand heirs have been
‘searching for this very box, two years and a half,
Whether the rag-picker stole it, or it was carelessly
thrown out in his way, it is a treasure to them.
Here are deeds and bonds worth thousands of dol-
lars to the heirs. And I will see that you haven't
marched on Billy and fought and suffered for noth-
ing!”

“Mr. McKay!” cried Jack, who could keep back
his own bonanza no longer, “look at that!”

Guardian looked at it. It was a cheque for a hun-
‘dred dollars.

“I'd better invest it, hadn’t I?’ bustled Jack.
“And they gave me ten more, besides. But I don’t
‘think half as much of that as I do of what the agent
‘said about the company’s promotin’ me right along !
And it was all for nothin’, but runnin’ a train when
another engineer was misbehavin’! ”

“These young ones does beat all!” exclaimed
John White, withdrawing himself from the stoop.
“You never can tell what they’ll be up to, next ; and
_throw ’em in, deep as you please, they always kick
out top of the pile!”



CHAPTER X.
WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAID ABOUT IT,

Now Mother
Darling came
running in, with
the baby under
one arm, and a
pan of light bis-
cuit, wrapped in
a sweet, clean
napkin, under
the other. She
thought, as the
children had all
been wandering,
and in such a
hurly-burly, the
bread might be
used up in the



bin. Of course
she knew Arty
MOTHER DARLING, was fo un d ie

Everybody in town knew that by this time. Mother
Thomas and the other neighboring women followed
in her footsteps. You might have supposed the
Bunch were their own children, they mothered them
SO.

John White went home about dusk, to his wife
Priscilla. His farm lay a mile from the centre of
New Town, and, when he was not riding or driving,
he could stretch his long legs over that distance with
wonderful speed. Priscilla had supper all ready,
He could see it on the table through the telescope
formed by the porch, the sitting-room and the dining-
room. So he went around, at once, to the spring-
room, where living water bubbled out of a pepper-
mint-surrounded spot, and flowed away through a
stone trough, and where clean towels and clean
basins always abounded, and washed his hands and
face ready for the evening meal. He came to the
dining-room door as Priscilla emptied her hot spiced
cookies from a pan, and, while he rubbed his wet
hair into dry bristles, he said :

‘““ They’ve found the little fellow, Priscilla.”

Priscilla knew immediately whom he meant.
They had no children at their house, and she was





THE DOGBERRY BUNCH, 35





not as much interested in the Dogberrys as John;
but she had a habit of knowing what John meant,
every time he used pronouns referring to people
whom he had not mentioned before.

“Yes, I s’posed they would find him,” said Pris-

cilla. “ He wasn’t hurt any way, was he?”

“Sound as a dollar, except a little bruising. - They

found him over at Danport with some of their oid
kin-folks. Seems that he ran off. by himself.”

“ Did they bring him home?” -

“No, they haven’t brought him yet. But the rest
are all there, yelling and prancing like so many
cats. Jack’s had big adventures ; and the two young
‘ones went down to Billy Greer’s and hauled up some
old -deeds that Lawyer McKay says are worth a pile
o’ money.” :

“Tt isn’t their money, is it?” .

“No.
Durand ; but I s’pose they'll get something for it,

though I don’t know whether they'll take it or not,

the whole tribe are such independent little things.
Ilent Ben ten dollars to go to Danport with, and he
brought back the same bills, and asked the favor of
doin’ a little job for nothin’ for me sometime, to
show his gratitude!’

is Well ” said Priscilla, “sit down, and let’s have
supper.”

About the same time, Mr. Thomas was Bintiag
weakly across the table at his wife, while she gave
him “ the particulars” of the news.

Comment by: Mr.

» choly sigh:

“Well, it’s better to be born lucky than rich, they
say, and I s’pose them children was born. lucky.
Ours wouldn't fare that way, I know.” .

“Don’t call it luck!” says Mother Thomas, ener-
getically. “It’s only that children without fathers
and mothers is seez zo, that’s all. And I believe ours
would fare just as well if we was to die— and they
behaved themselves.”

“Then, we’d better die,” siched Father Thomas.
“They'd be better off!” ~

“Well, ’m goin’ to mother my own as long as I

can,” laughed she, “and when I’m Bone, then it’ll be

somebody else’s turn.”

“T think if their rich relations has lived Within
- twelve miles of ’em ever since they came home from
--Yerrup, three or four years ago, and hasn’t took any



It belongs to some heirs by the name of.

Thomas, made with | a ‘aelate



notice of them till now, they didn’t want to see them
very bad,” continued Father Thomas, lucidly.

“O, pshaw, now! poor folks ain’t such a takin’
sight that they're to be run after. They say people
live all their lives just a little ways from Niagara
Falls, or the big mountains, and never go to see
them, just because they can do it anytime. And
’tisn’t much wonder they let relations alone that
they’ve hardly ever seen, and take no sort of interest.
in. These folks seem to like the children, now that
they’ve sort of been forced to notice them.”

‘The children won’t get any money from that fam-
ily, though.”

“Well, do they want it?” aried Mother Thomas,
impatiently. “The children are doing very well.
It’s better for them to take care of themselves and
learn how, seeing they have to. But it won’t hurt
em to have rich friends, and to find out how the
rest of the world, outside of their own town, lives,”

“Ttll spoil ’em,.”

“Well, then, they’ll have to get unspoiled again,
if they’re so simple as that!”

Jacey Dixon, who came in the evening and jumped
astride the Dogberry gate-post, and whistled the
reluctant Rheem down the lawn, viewed the recent
circumstances in an Oriental light; his painted fan-

_cies rising cloud-capped to the very skies.

“You got us into a pretty scrape, telling us Arty
was down there!” began Remus, indignantly, as
soon as he came within talking distance of the
whistler. :

“Yes, 1 sh’d think I did! I wisht I’d gone in
myself! And I would, too, if ’d known old Billy
had a box full o’ money there, savin’ up for anybody
that wanted it! I heard you got enough to start a
bank with, and was going in Bastoets with your other
rich relations!”

“O, pshaw!” snuffed Rheem,

“Ts it so, that Allie brought home a gold watch
apiece for every one of you? I heard, too, that
Jack was goin’ to be President of the railroad, and
give you all free passes for the rest of your lives.”

“Who tells such things?” cried Remus.

“Well, JI wish’t somebody would adopt me and
take me to Yerrup, like they say them folks in Dan-
port is goin’ to do all you! .Lemmy see your
watches! Hain’t you got a little one you don’t
want?”

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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.

BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.

CHAPTER XI.
THE, CATHEDRAL CHILDREN,

NE other trip was made to Dan-
port before Arty came home.
», But at last he was brought
in the Greenoff carriage, in
Mrs. Tucker’s charge and
under the general guardian-
ship of Joslyn, who was to
stop a day or two with the
Bunch.



with: thanks and smiles, and
the Berries all clustered around their. baby and their
Strange cousin. Joslyn examined each critically, but
. with sympathetic enthusiasm. Mrs. Wiley had sent
her love to her favorite Allie; his mother a note to
her favorite Ben. Jack, asa young traveller, was
ready to affiliate with their travelled guest, and the
younger children were not shy of him after they saw
Arty galloping over him.

Arthur was a trifle more of a despot, being
_ numored’ so much by his nurse; but le sat upon the
xocking-horse Jacky brought him, and rejoiced
greatly to be home once more.

Lucy and Alice got into a corner of the kitchen
and consulted together after this great arrival. The
outcome of their mingled wisdom was sucha supper
as taxed the deepest resources of Dogberrydom. As
to lodging, that was easily arranged. They gave up
their own room to the guest, and went up-stairs to

the boys’ room, while the boys adjourned to the

Darn. ;

It was another Saturday night, but the June
weather suddenly changed with one of the freaks of
this northern climate. The air took a cold chill ;
the clouds huddled together and rained a sleetlike
drizzle; and at dusk a howling wind came down



Mrs. Tucker went
back in the carriage covered -



from the north and shook everybody’s house about

his ears. It was November in the heart of summer.

Mother Darling, when Loo, with a shawl over her

head, ran to take her the neighborly compliment of

a plate of their best baking for company, bewailed

her doctor’s being out in such a night, for every. -
body else in New Town huddled, in-doors,

Ben made a wood fire in the open. Franklin stove,
which stood in one corner ‘of the sitting-room ; and
Allie pulled the muslin curtains close, resolving to
send all the extra comforters out with the boys when
they retired. Jack and Rome and Remus studied
the brilliant Joslyn, who sat in a stuffed arm-chair
before the fire with Arty on his foot. The perfume

_of the supper the girls were preparing came in through

the mosquito netting of the kitchen-door. It was
delicious comfort ; yet it put Joslyn in mind of noth-

ing he had ever experienced before, Everything was

so homely, ye: so— what Wiley, his grandmother’s
Irishwoman, would call “heartsome.” ‘The atmos-
phere of the house suited his spiritual lungs better _
than the atmosphere at home. Here were so many
boys and girls, loving and needing each other so ©
truly, yet with so little dribble of sentiment! Here :
were such possibilities, and such needs to develop >
them! Who could tell what might work out of this
little brown house! The mysteries of the ’Socia-
tion, revealed. for his financial judgment, shook him
with pleasant laughter. Yet he saw, in the bank of
three dollars and odd cents, a great power, a sort of °
collar clasping into one all the Dogberry necks,

Rome and Remus brought out their corn-popper
and their pop-corn ; their tongues and Jack’s kept
popping, too, And Arthur, on Joslyn’s boot, popped -
laboriously, but conscientiously, into the conversa-_
tion, to entertain their guest with such apropos
remarks as, ©

“Old engines go ‘chug, chug, chug,’ when ‘ev.
draw trains!” -

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faishey an’ I feed ve other pigs ben: ey in the
pen!” —

Or else, with visions of his favorite tein “The
Three Bears,” floating before his mind, he dabbed
out a sketch:

“ An’ ere ’ey stood with ’ey gloves on, an’ ’ey par-
’sols in ’ey hands, an’ Big Bear says, ‘Who’s been
eatin’ my porridge !’”

“You're an odd little “old gentleman, aren’t you? a
said Joslyn, looking down at the baby’s glinting hair,
big velvety eyes, and three-cornered, elfish face.

“Vou pursue your own lines of thought undis- |

turbed by the rest of the world. I wonder now,
really, that they fitted that golden-colored wig on
such an elderly person. . Perhaps it was the largest
une they had, however, and the only one. tliat would
stretch over that full cranium. ‘Take it off and let
us examine. it,” said Joslyn, bending forward and tak-
ing hold of Arty’s scalp-lock.
“Tt’s fast!” protested Arty, staring at the young
‘ gentleman. .
“Humph ! now don’t try to aa on us.
you wear a wig?”
. © Cousin Jos’n says I wear a wig!” said Arty,
, staring aside at his brothers and Sisters:

“And, while you are about it,’ * pursued Joslyn,
“let us examine that glass eye of yours, and these
india-rubber ears ‘that are such a. fine imitation!
* Just look at the curves and: lines*of these ears.
They are as natural-as life!”

““ My eye ain’t glass /” protested Arty.

“You'll be claiming next that you haven’t a cork
leg! and that this. nose of yours doesn’t come off!
- Pull it off and let us see how it is made. Really,
you are a very well put up old gentleman ! {8

Don’t

“Jt doesn’t come 2 off | 1” asserted Arty, with bulging

eyes. ie 3
“My dear .old fellow! we know all about that.
_Your work has been done so well that two-thirds of
the world suppose you are real. But—do you take
yourself to pieces when you go to bed? Suppose
you should get your leg on in a hurry some morning,
so that the foot turued backwards instead of for-
wards! Why, then, one half of you would walk one
. way and the other half the other way, and you'd tear
_ yourself’ in two! Now that you show your teeth I
The

_ must remark that they are a very good set.
; lower ones false, too?”



“My leg doesn’t come off!” cried Arty, feeling

| doubtfully one of the little warm limbs which

bestrode Joslyn’s boot. ‘ You mustn’t say ’at!”

“QO, of course, we’ll not say anything to outsiders ;
but I really should like to see how you look when
you are taken apart and put in glasses of water and
hung around on pegs. It is no wonder you ran off
to hunt up Jacky, if Jacky is your valet, for you are a
helpless old gentleman without him!”

“Tl run off ’gain!” cried Arthur, beginning to -S

feel a personal grievance from these remarks,
let wagons run over me!”

“QO, that would merely knock you into pieces, and
you'd be easily enough put together again. I do
wonder, though, at your reckless extravagance in
pegging all the way to Danport on that cork leg |
If it had worn down what must have become of

«7H

you?”
“You're real nugy/” said Arty, now thoroughly. us
on the defensive, and bristling at his teasing senior “=<

as boy will bristle against boy.

“You're a Metempsychosis,” laughed Joslyn.
“Several thousand years ago you were a little trian-
gle-faced Egyptian, and you used to play hide-and-
seek around the pyramids.”

Arthur pondered this. His ear was sensitive to

-sounds, and the strange name which Joslyn: called” :

him pleased it. He told Allie when she put him
to bed that he was a ’tempychosis ; but his legs did
not come off, and “ Cousin dos'a was just as nugly as
nugly could be.”

At the supper table Joslyn was far from ugly.
He sat at Alice’s right hand and helped her pass the
cups, and told so many stories and jokes that the
table would have been boisterous if the girls had not
been such natural little ladies.

All the children sat up straight, trying to remem-
ber their best manners; and Allie’s eye marked with.
approval that the twins— snuggling together as
usual —did not smear their napkins or upset their-
cups, so the very best table linen might last while the
guest remained. :

They had a tender chicken, broiled deliciously,
and Loo’s best biscuit, and old Mott’s butter — the
finest butter of the best old cow in New Town—
and mother’s cut-glass fruit dish, bearing a floating -
island of honey in an amber sea, and cake in the:
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mother Dearborn’s, and. Loo’s master-pieces in
various jellies, quivering in various lights, and choco-
late—with a great deal of milk in it for the young
ones —and finally flowers —in a tall vase — seeming
almost tropical on a night when the wind screamed
around all the corners “November!” -The girls
knew better than. to throw these delicate and tempt-
ing dishes helter-skelter on the table, too. Their
mother, and their own observations, had trained

~ them to be artists, and Joslyn felt a pleasant thrill,

like that which is given by an unexpected harmony
in music, as he looked over their arrangement.



THE MAGNETISM OF THE KEY-STONE, ,

The lively young man was made — aw hour afterward
— the key-stone of an arch before the crackling Frank-
lin stove, Metempsychosis, on his rocking-horse
beside his Jacky, forming one extremity of that arch,
and Sweet Alice, fair and pleasant, the other. Rome
and Remus so owned his attraction that they
allowed him to separate them, and hung on each side
of him, and Ben Bolt and Loo sat next to them, on
either side.

The arch said they wished they could see all the
countries on the earth; and the key-stone told them
wonderful tales about Spain, and Germany, and Pal-
estine, and England, and France, and Switzerland.
Their eyes stuck out with delight, and they leaned
forward so as almost to destroy the arch, the tnagtehs
_ ism of the key-stone was so great.

' The arch then said they. did wish they could hear







some real good music; and the key-stone said his
head was full of music, and it sounded something
like this; :
“Once there was a family of seven children, and
they lived in a wooden cathedral with gold pillars at
the front of it. They had lovely terraces of ivory
for their play-ground ; and they had also a very decr
friend who frequently called them to this play-ground,
and made. them'and himself happy with exercisé.
He never thought which one he loved best; for he

‘could not love one without loving all, and each was

different from all his brothers and sisters. If you
caught one alone, you knew
him from the rest of the fam-
ily; yet, at the same time, he
never appeared to better ad-
vantage than when with. the
rest.

“Now the cathedral they
lived in was a queer place,
full of arches and crannies:
and shifting chambers. But
the brothers and sisters had
a lovely time in it; and,
though they did not realize
it, people by the thousand —
-I might almost say ‘an in-
numerable multitude ’—came
in front of their. cathedral
house-to hear them as they
skipped around -on the
ivory terraces. For, as they moved, they made har- .
monies. These they-could not hear themselves; but
they moved according to certain laws of their natures
and as their friend led them, :

“These seven cathedral children never had deep
disagreements, but gave and took freely among each
other; and the friend, who delighted in playing with
them on the ivory terraces, loved them more and
More every day of his life. He spent days and
months planning a beautiful movement for them.
The more he loved them the more he desired to
make them give out deeper meanings.

“There was no jealousy among them.

“They were well united,

“They were so unlike that one was necessary to
all the rest.

“But what do you think they did, when their



gnawing under the basement.
out at the front and saw, by the dim daylight, that

folks,



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friend brought his majestic movement for them to
play? ‘They hid in the cathedral and eluded him,
although he pulled‘all the door knobs and pounded
at the basement. ~These children shrunk from what
was tragic and sorrowful; and the friend had to
catch them, and pull one at a time upon the terrace,

‘each one wailing in remonstrance.

“He felt desperately sad, and lay down with his
head on the lowest of the ivory terraces. The cathe-
dral was very still. You might have heard a mouse
The children peeped

other people beside their master were lingering in
sight of the cathedral, in a restless or heart-broken
way. A lady in black clothes sank down in a large

space far below the cathedral and covered her face:

with her hands. The children could -hear her cry in
a smothered voice :

“*Oh, I am dying with pain which still does not
kill me! Oh, my little baby! your loss strangles my
life! You went out of my sight, and they.say you
are dead, and I must submit! JI cannot submit!’

** Poor lady !’ whispered the children in the cathe-
dral. ‘Can’t we comfort her?’

““What! with some gay movement?
never do |’ ,

“See that ragged little girl slipping in.
eager her face is!’ What is she saying? .

“*O, I wisht and I wisht!’ said the little girl.
“Sometimes I wisht so bad I can’t stand it, but I

That would

How

don’t know what it’s for, only for better an’ better!

Mebby I oughtn’t to:-keep a wishin’ for what I don’t
know how to come at, but somehow I can’t help
itl?

“¢The poor little creature’s soul is alia up and
shaking itself, and looking round,’ whispered one of
the cathedral children. ‘O, I wish we could play
some movement which would fill her with joy and
resolution for the rest of her life !’

“Not one of our most brilliant performances would
do that. They are for diversion, for giving pleasure.
The master’s new movement, which’ we hated..to
learn, perhaps would have given us-the key of these
Now there is a man gnawing his beard and
folding his ams. What’s wrong with him ?’

“‘The whole world is a den of selfish thieves,’
muttered the man. ‘Every fellow preys on his
brother, Pooh! talk about honesty, talk about love!





‘a friend of the master’s, approaching him.

There is nothing but self-interest! The human race:
is a very mean race —’

“*Ahl? cried the cathedral children, shaking
their heads. ‘Nothing brilliant would put better
thoughts in that man’s mind! If we knew some-

thing which would touch his heart and make it more















































































































































































































































































































































TRAGIC AND SORROWFUL,

tender! Why, how many people there are that we
can’t touch because we hated to learn any painful

. lesson!’

““*Come! what’s the matter vith you?’ exclaimed
‘Call out
those children you love so well.’

“ lesson,’ sighed the master.

““What! you, their friend ?’

ete







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8 “They have been gay and Ais It is natural for.
_them to remonstrate against having the sorrow of
~ the world expressed through them.’
“ -Do they not know they can be. nothing to, and do
~ nothing for, the human race, if they never learn its
‘troubles?’

“The cathedral children’s friend raised up his
head, and opened the doors again. Then he called
~ with all his power to the children, and they replied
to him as they had never done before. Docile and
" sweet and trembling with earnestness, they did his
‘bidding. They moved on the terraces, calling one
to another with a closeness of brotherhood which
even the man who despised men felt keenly —like
-. a sharp point of truth in a strong parable. They
_.. fell down with their faces on their arms, like the
bereaved woman; but, above the pain passing
through. them, then master made them call to God
who heals pain. Then they marched on, at first in
blind and confusing ways, like those in which the
' ragged girl was lost; but a triumphal march grew
out of this gonfusion: and at last they entered a
‘world” of such delicious’ harmony that words can’
never give ita description.

“The woman went away. The man. went away.
The girl went, too. But the cathedral children had
spoken deep things which were never to be forgot-
‘ten, to these three, and perhaps to many more. , The
pillars of their great dwelling glittered dimly in the
night, and they slept. The gates were shut upon
the ivory terraces, and even their friend was gone.
But wiser and stronger for having felt and borne
part of the woe of the world the seven lay silent in









the cathedral ; and.the echoes of that movement will
stay there as tae as the seven children do.”
“Well, that’s an odd story!” remarked Jack,

-when Joslyn stopped speaking.

“Tell ‘ Three Bears,’ ” suggested Arthur, fixing on
an entertainment more to his mind.

“ Tt’s something about the seven notes in music,’
said Allie, hesitating.

“You get it!” laughed Joslyn. \

“And it somehow seems,” she added, -* to mean
us seven children, too.”
““We never had a knock-down fight in our lives 1.”

cried Jack. “We get along pretty well-together ! ”

“But when we grow up and have troubles,” mur-
mured Loo, “ I wonder how we'll get along?”

“T tell you, now, I would hate to see any of the
girls come to grief!” cried Ben, who understood
Joslyn’s fiction as-a parable, “ whether they ought to
enjoy it alongside of other folks or not.” |

“O, Ldstand by you, Rome!” cried Remus.

“And. Ld stand by you /” she responded.

And “I’d stand by you!” “I’d stand by you !**
resounded all along the arch.

Before they knew what they were doing, the
Bunch were all standing by each other and shaking
hands with each other, reassuringly.

“O, wed all stand by each other,” sg Allie,
laughing, “and if by each other by everybody else
who needed it!”

“You ave a Bunch!” said fase: rising also ‘and
laughing and shaking himself. “Well, hang closé!
But it’s nearly twelve o’clock, and I believe my fur-..

ther hints and admonitions to you now will have to”

be curtailed with ‘Good- meh Dogherry, Bunch !’”

CEND OF PART I.)







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PART

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BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD,



CHAPTER I.
“NO HOME!”

T isatact in our, existence that some days or
I weeks, crowded with events, seem longer and of
more importance than months or even years of quiet
living. During the years, however, we are growing
ready to burst into the flower of new events.

For two years after Arthur's journey the Dogberrys
went on pretty much as usual; on a new plane to be
sure, and improving themselves, but. without any
important adventures. j

The Greenoff family did not forget them. Joslyn
gave Alice music lessons, and the whole Bunch, in
instalments of two or three berries at a time, were
taken to visit in Danport. But Allie’s every-day life
was one of school work and planning out the chil-
dren’s clothes.

The Durand heirs were so glad to get their brass-
bound coffer that they very readily sent the twin dis-
coverers of it a couple of hundred dollars apiece ;
and this great. property Rome and Remus solemnly
turned over to their guardian to be invested at ten
per cent, along with Jack’s hundred. They felt that
they were mighty capitalists. In seven years, if the
interest remained untouched, their fortune would
double. Their heads often swam with considering
how they might use it to the best advantage in life.
On first coming into their estate they proposed divid-
ing it equally among the family; but all the Bunch
except themselves scouted the very idea. Now they
were thrust into the enviable position of heirs! and
Rheem never met Jacey Dixon anywhere without
taking care to act with humility, for fear that highly
imaginative boy should think he was proud.

During: this time they thought much about enlare-
ing their house. Their tastes and ideas were grow-

ing. So Ben and Alice took tithes from their earn-



ings, and Jack and the twins turned over their two
years’ interest to the fund, and Ben himself built a
wing, raised the roof of the summer kitchen, and fin-
ished the latter room with a rough plaster. They
had now a parlor, a dining-room and a kitchen, a
guest-room and two roomy chambers for themselves.
There was so much consultation and so much wait-
ing before these rooms could all be furnished and
arranged according to their satisfaction, that it was
quite six months after the beginning that they got to
the outside of the house. It needed a new coat of
paint, and they all went out and looked at its brown
and weather-beaten sides.

‘“‘Let’s paint it white,” said Jack.

O, no! For Allie couldn’t endure white.

“ And white lead costs like fun,” said Benjamin.

“ And a white house always looks like a big tent,”
said Lucy.

“I think green would be pretty,” suggested
Rheem. “TI never saw a green house!”

“And you’re never likely to see one,” said Jack;
“especially Dogberrys’ house. When I was in Cin-
cinnati—” Jack was very fond of soaring back
through his travels —“I noticed a good many nice
buildings painted gray and brown.”

“In stripes and crossbars, eh?” quizzed Ben.

“No, I don’t mean ¢Aat way. I mean some were
brown and some were gray. Gray’s a pretty color.”

They held many councils, and Ben Bolt investi-
gated every shade of pigment. A very pale brown
was found to be as cheap and pretty as anything they
could command, Pale brown it was, and Ben, in put-
ting it on, emphasized it with darker facings. Under
this treatment the old house appeared actually to
expand. How fine, warm-toned and hospitable it
looked !

“There’s one thing more,” said Sweet Alice, “ but
we can’t afford it! That’s a verandah.”

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42 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH,



that’s. these stripey covers cousin Greenoffs have on
their windows.”

“ Awnings,”

“They’d cost as much asa verandah,” objected
Lucy.

Still their minds all ran on ‘that subject. The
house stood back on a well kept and shaded lawn,
and the awnings would be more delightful than
verandahs all around. So they thought and inquired

and planned, and finally made for themselves some
wonderful cheap awnings, with covers to go under
when it rained, and ropes to pull them up, and a
framework satisfactory in the extreme.







like an umbrella, looked solemnly at his rejuvenated
home.

Mother Thomas, going home with her sewing under
her arm, from spending the afternoon with a neigh-
bor, saw the group camping and came up to find
what they were about. ,

“Why, how fine we are!” exclaimed she.
your house done?”

“Clear finished! And O, isn’t it sweet!” cried
Rome. “I’m so glad we got everything just fixed in
the summer time when the trees are green. I'd feél
sorry if it had to stand out in the snow when it looks
so new!”

“Got

“We're sitting here taking our lei-





















































sure to admire it because we’ve been



























































































so long about the work,” said Sweet












“JUST PRETTY ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING,’?

Then they sat down en the lawn and looked at their
house quite half a day. It was a beautiful place. It
looked like a sea-side cottage. None of them had
ever seen a sea-side cottage, so this simile did not
occur to them; but they pronounced it with one
accord “just pretty enough for anything !”

Arthur, in knickerbockers and blouse, and his first
boots, and a straw hat so broad that it quenched him



Alice, smiling. “We've been nearly
two years planning it all and raising
the money to fix the house. Haven't
we, children?”

“That’s because girls are so full of
notions and so slow,” cried Jack. “If
we'd been all boys we’d had it done
long ago!”

“Yes, and what a sight it would
have been,” said Lucy. “A whittling
place, a sleeping place and an eating
place, and all doors so’s you could run
in and out easy. That’s a boy's
house!”

“Now, Loo!” remonstrated Ben,
“this is part a boy’s work, and you
seem to think it’s pretty creditable.”

“It’s first-rate!” said Mother
Thomas, shaking with good-humored
approval of all.that the Bunch did,

“But you ought to sce the new
rooms!” cried the twins.

“And the kitchen!” cried Arthur,

“And the china closet!” said
Allie. “O, you must come in and see it all!”

So they took her amongst them — some pulling and
some pushing her, the tall ones calling her attention
upward, and the short ones bespeaking her attention
downward— and showed her first what improve-
ments they had made in the sitting-room, the band of
dull Indian red at the top of the wall, a case of
books -on a table, given them by Joslyn Greenoff,



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their attempts at “applied art” on some cheap bits
of pottery, and the effect the awnings produced in
the room. Then they dragged her to the wing-room,
fresh and new, the wood grained dark by Ben’s
untrained but really imitative hand, the chamber set
the best their hoarded means could buy, the
grand easy-chair, put together of rough wood by Ben
and covered and stuffed by the girls ; then into the
closet pantry which their budding architect brother
had introduced between the dining-room and kitchen,
with a window where the dishes could be handed
back and forth, and with such shelves! and such
suug locker arrangements with lids, for bread, cake,
etc.

Last of all Mother Thomas was constrained to
view the glories of the new kitchen, raised from its
former low estate of shed ; and, though she had pre-
viously seen all these things piecemeal, not one but
many times, she expressed as much astonishment
and joy over the completed whole, as if her eyes had
never before rested on a moderately comfortable
house,

“Stay to tea with us,” begged Lucy, who, having
done her week’s baking, felt sure of a tolerable bill of
fare.

“Ves, do!” urged ‘all the Bunch, when a shadow
pushed over the door-step and across the parlor floor
and quite into the dining-room, where they were
almost clamoring in their eagerness and joy.

“There’s some one at the door. Maybe it’s
Cousin Joslyn!” exclaimed Jack.

They made a charge on Cousin Joslyn, but it was
their guardian, Lawyer McKay. He was a welcome
comer, too ; though they were all just in tune with Jos-
lyn’s happy nature at that moment, and would: have
loved, of all things, his criticism or approval of their
work,

Mr. McKay had to go over the whole round which
Mother Thomas had just finished. They asked his
opinion of the wing, and desired to know if he didn’t
highly admire the band of Indian red under the parlor
ceiling,

“We'd like to put a new carpet in the parlor,”
said Allie, “but we can wait for that.”

“Yes, till after we have bought an organ!” cried
the twins.

** And some more books,” said Ben.

“And some pictures!” exclaimed Jacl: “What



does a fellow care for carpets? I just as hef tum-
ble down on the bare floor, if I can have something
pretty overhead to look at. These pictures that
mother made at school are real nice, but they make
a fellow want more.”

Sweet Alice observed that their guardian viewed
their improvements with a grave and clouded face.
She and Ben Bolt as the heads of the family felt
their responsibility. She did not wish him to think
they had been indulging in prodigal expenses.

“We put a rug carpet in the new room,” she
observed, calling his attention to it. “It didn’t take
nearly as much carpeting asif we hud covered the
floor; and is so much prettier with the border! I
bought that with the money I meant to get anew
summer suit with, but I didn’t really need the suit as
much as we needed the carpet. Ben made that stain
for the floor-border. When you see how little it cost
us to make these changes, Mr. McKay, you'll be sur-
prised !”

“It’s very pretty,” said guardian.

Lucy, while the others were acting as ushers, had
touched up a quick fire in the kitchen stove and set:
the kettle to boil. She now rolled out the table, put
in an extra leaf, and they heard her rattling with
much importance in the new china closet.

“T did all the carpenter work myscl!,” said Ben,
“and got the lumber at the lowest figure — and the
paints, too. There’s a good deal in getting your
materials cheap.”

“You're an energetic, bright lot,” said Lawyer
McKay. Still he appeared no less troubled than.
before.

“ We just used the interest of our money,” observed
Jack, with importance, “and some more that we
earned and saved on purpose.”

“ And now we’ve got lots of room!” cried Remus..

“*Plenties !”? cried Rome.

“Just as pretty a home as anybody need want!”
wound up Jack.

“They do enjoy anything so much!” remarked
Mother Thomas to the lawyer, shaking her portly
figure with sympathetic laughter.

“You’ve used the interest of your money,” said
Mr. McKay, queerly, “and have been putting your
spare earnings into these improvements ?”

“Yes, sir!” chorused the Bunch with faint appre-
hension.



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“We thought you were willing we should go ahead

and make them, sir,” said Ben.

“Twas. ment you could make.”

“My gracious !” thought Mother Thomas ; “if the
man has any fault to find, why doesn’t he out with it
instead of talking so scary —just when they’re tak-
ing such comfort in everything!”

“ And — wasn’t it the wisest investment ? ” inquired
the Bunch, all of them turning up their eyes on him,
solemnly — except Ben, who stood on a level with
his guardian and, therefore, looked straight at him.
Arthur’s straw hat was pushed to the back of his
head —he was the baby still, and manners were not
rigidly enforced on him —his hair strageled down to
his eyebrows, his immense, serious eyes were spread
wide, to take in the full measure of some calamity
which Mr. McKay appeared to hold over their
heads.

“No,” said their guardian, slowly. “If I had
known then what I know now, I never should have
advised it,
ing you toput your means upon the house. Iam
afraid you are going to have trouble, children.”

A breathless waiting for the worst,

“There is another claimant to this property.”

The younger ones scarcely understood.

‘Another party has a title to it.”

“That won’t do him much good, I guess!”
exclaimed Jack, hotly. “Our father left this house
and two lots to ws /”

“But it seems there was a flaw in your father’s
title.”

“Didn’t you think it was all right, Mr. McKay ?”
asked Alice, piteously, very pale about the mouth,

“Of course I thought it was all right !”? exclaimed
guardian, “I never examined into the title very
closely ; but White, after he had settled up your
father’s property, turned over the papers to me and
told me you had your home and your lots. The
taxes have been paid regularly —”

“T’m going to Mr. White this minute,” said Jack,
“and ask him if anybody owns our house and lots
but ourselves |”

He darted across lots for John White’s.

“White was appointed administrator,
said Mr. McKay. “I was appointed guardian.
is a good and honest man.

you know,”
He
I suppose he knows

I should have been very far from allow-:





nothing about any irregularity in the title, and such a
thing never occurred to me until I got a letter ves-
terday setting forth a valid claim of another party,
and demanding possassion.”.

“ Possession!” gasped the Bunch — except Arthur,
whose eyes expanded more, if possible, and drank in
whole draughts of the doleful tidings,

Lucy, drawn from tea preparations, stood lean-
ing disconsolately against the dining-room door.
frame,

“Sit down, Mr. McKay,” said Allie, faintly, realiz.
ing that she wanted very much to sit down herself.
Ben wheeled the large chair towards him and ne sat
down, looking really distressed among his wards
Alice sat down and took Arthur on her lap. Mother
Thomas, who had a constitutional distrust of law and
lawyers, also entrenched herself in a chair, and pre-
pared to support the children through the danger
now threatening them. Rome and Remus interlaced
arms and firmly propped one another. Ben took a
stand similar to Lucy’s, and leaned with one brawny
arm above his head. :

“If father bought and paid for this property, Mr.
McKay,” said he, “and got all the papers for it, isn’t
it ours?”

“If the papers are right,” replied guardian ; “if he
made his title good. There are very many instances
of defective titles; and a piece of real estate will
change hands again and again, the lawyers never
finding out that another party has the rightful claim
till that party turns up to make his claim good. J
suppose you might have gone on comfortably all
your lives in this house—some of you—if a certain
man hadn’t left his affairs, when he died, in the hands
of a very sharp person. That person now claims
this little piece for the estate, on the grounds of an
informality in the first purchase.”

The Bunch were mystified but greatly distressed.

“ Nothing but a quit-claim from these original own.
ers could make your title perfect.”

“Couldn’t we buy a quit-claim, then?”
begged to know.

Mr. McKay shook his head.

“ Everything depends on what they may choose to -
do.” ,

“It’s a shame,” cried Rheem, “if our father paid
out his money for our house and other folks can ga
and take it from us!”

Ben



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“Tt’s just as bad as can be!” assented Maude,
‘crying. “It’s stealin’ things!”

“Tt’s unfortunate,” said guardian, “truly. But
the law doesn’t’ rob, and, especially, doesn’t rob
orphans. We'll see what we.can do.”

John White now entered with Jack panting at his
heels, and, after gravely exchanging greetings with
Mr. McKay, asked to have the case repeated to him.
The two men went into the guest-room — alas, that
its first use should be such a funeral-like one !— and
held a consultation. John White had administered
on the very small Dogberry estate, and had done it
to the best of his ability. He had seen an abstract
of the lots and considered everything safe.

“Do you think they’d better fight this? ” he asked,
greatly disturbed. “If they haven’t the means for it,
Ihave. [I feel like I ought to see the thing through.”
John’s granite-like face showed the quartz and feld-
spar now, instead of its usual mica-like glints of fun.

“Frankly, no,” said their guardian. “There’s a
minor on the other side, too. They’d get involved
in endless suits, or get judgment against them; for
the thing’s very clear. I wouldn’t have had this hap-
pen for a year’s income!”

“It’s a shame!” cried John, “ discouraging the lit-
tle tribe so, when they’re so full of hope! More energy
than half the grown folks — and just got their house
fixed up to their idee!”

“There’s this,” said Lawyer McKay, indicating a
‘point on which to fasten hope. “The Dalrymple
estate is very large. This is a stray bit of one of
Dalrymple’s ‘investments in Western lands. In this
locality it isn’t very valuable to the estate. If there
wasn’t a minor heir on that side, too, I might get a
quit-claim deed from that estate which would make
these children safe.”

While their friends were conferring the Bunch
huddled together in the parlor. Mother Thomas,
secretly indignant at being shut from a consultation
in which she felt a vital interest, went home, pained
and excited over the probable fate of the children
and they remained for some time without speaking. ,

Then Sweet Alice, unable longer to bear the strain
of controlling herself, wiped two oozing tears from
her eyes and murmured :

“What sia we do if we have to lose our home?”

The twins took up the wail;

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And Arthur emphasized it by opening his mouth
even wider than his eyes, and joining the melan-
choly chorus with a whoop of grief:
“ No-o home!”

CHAPTER II.

BLACK SHORT-HAND.

AFTER his short consultation with John White
Mr. McKay went home again. He paused at the
door to cheer them up as well as he could.

“At anyrate you have possession,” said he, “ and
will keep it until the matter is settled one way or the
other. We'll do the best we can.”

John White walked to the railroad station with
him, quite roused and anxious.

How different their house looked to them now!
They got up and marched over it again. They
lamented in the spare room. They regretted the
beauty and finish of the china closet. In their
wrath and desolation they wished they could say
“ Abracadabra!” and turn the kitchen back into a
shed !

“That lovely band of Indian red!” said Lucy.

“Our awnings!” exclaimed Rome and Remus,
tremulously. “We'll take them off—so we will!
We'll carry them away with us!”

“ But where shall we carry them to?’ said Allie.
She and Ben gazed at each other.

“Well, don’t let’s cry till we’re hurt,” urged Jack.
“Mr. McKay says we’ve got possession and can
keep it till we’re turned out; and if they go to turn
us out we'll shut the doors and windows, and — and
— and — yes, we'll fight’em !”

Jack saw an imaginary host of big harsh men
armed with clubs and true titles, and his soul rose in
resistance.

“There’s no use in our talking,” said Ben—as
the Head of the House he stated plainly their posi-
tion to thém all— “if we have to give up our home
we'll just do it, and get another the best way we can.
Perhaps the time’s coming for us to stand by each
other |”

They drew closer together.

“There’s our four hundred,” exclaimed Rome.

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“Ves, we'll have a little left,” observed Jack, “ for
there’s my hundred, too.”

Sunday passed dolefully. On Monday Allie went
to school as usual. Ben put in a good day’s work on
one of the buildings which were habitually rising in
New Town. - Jack did his station business, and Loo
kept the home machinery running. But in them all
there was asecret solemn looking towards the impend-
ing crisis. At four o’clock Rome and Remus came
home from school with Arty toddling between them,
He deserted them near the station and went to his
Jack ; and they went straight to the loft over the sta-
ble to carry out some literary work which they had
planned.

This loft had no windows except broad chinks
between the boards ; but they considered it a delight-
ful sort of studio. For ceiling it had the brown and
pointed roof ; and the swallows, like low murmuring
musical-boxes, played continually under its eaves.
The floor was very clean. There were two stools,
anda table made of a box set on legs, with a lid
which raised, disclosing treasures of copy-book frag-
ments and bits of blank paper torn off letters, In
one corner —and convenient to the studio, like an
Italian apartment — was Maude’s own special pri-
vate residence, her cupboard preserving all the
dishes ever broken in Dogberrydom; her table,
made by Remus, and_ slightly uneven-legged like a
kangaroo, and both her rag and china dollies,
Raggy, with oblong head and stiff crosspieces of
arms and her pencilled features half defaced, lay
sprawling out in her blue calico, looking very much
discouraged ; but the China, whose charming name
was Helen Evelyn Rosalie Dogberry, sat up in a lit-
tle rustic chair made of roots, and kept house beauti-
fully.

“Susan,” said Maude to Raggie, “you do look
ridiculous poutin’ down there. I’d switch her jf I
had the heart, for showing such a disposition ; for I
set her up straight at noon and this morning, too,
and she kicks over every time. But maybe she feels
bad about us going to lose our place, and doesn’t know
what in the world she’ do for a home |”

“Maybe she’s sick,” said Rheem, beginning to
search his breeches’ pockets for a stub of a lead pen-
cil, taking out a bunch of string, some flints, three
paper birds, a half-shelled ear of corn, two knives
(one swapped and to be delivered up the following



morning for a jew’s-harp, which the other boy forgo»
to bring that day), some nails, and a small padlock
and key, and half a dozen matches.

“Let me have my key,” said Rome, “maybe she is
sick. Ill unlock my house and see.”

She very gravely received the padlock and key
just mentioned from her brother’s hand, and, step:
ping to an imaginary door rattled the two together.

“Lock, lock, lock, lock! Now it’s open. Susan,
what’s the matter with you, my sweet child? Aren't
you well? Or have you lain down on the floor just
to show. your naughty temper? Look at Helen Eye-
lyn sitting there like a little lady!”

Here she changed her voice to a tiny plaintive
whine and spoke for Susan.

“Ma, she won’t let me have the chair at all! She
sits in it all the time, and I have to stand up or lean
across one of the cupboard shelves !”

“What, Helen Evelyn, won’t you let Sister Susy
sitin the chair? You mustn’t be selfish with your
sister !””

“Yes, ma, Susy may have it.”

“That’s a good girl! I guess you can both sit in
it. Now kiss each other.”

he bumped their faces together. Helen Evelyn’s
nose appeared worn away somewhat by greetings of a
similar character on harder substances than sister
Susy’s cheeks. And she had lost one foot, but did
all that she could genteelly to cover that defect
The foot had wandered to school in her ma’s pocket
Maude meant to sew it on again—it being a china
foot on a cloth joint — but, in an unguarded moment.
she traded it off to another girl for some chewing
gum, which Allie prohibited her chewing. So it wasa
dead loss; for the girl wouldn’t trade back, and
Helen was injured for life. Perhaps this circum-
stance made her heart tenderer towards this doll, for
all the handsomest clothes fell to Helen ; but favorit
ism did not spoil her sweet disposition.

Having crowded her two children into the root.
chair, Maude drew up the table before them and
gave them a bit of wholesome and nourishing candv
for their supper, with a great many bits of broken china
from the cupboard shelves for them to feast their eyes
upon. Susan was still slightly perverse and stuck
one foot upon the table, declaring that Helen Evelyn
squeezed her out of the seat; but her mother
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“Come on,” said Remus, “I’ve found it!” produc-
ne from a fold of his pocket, where several fish-

ing Tee,

hooks were embedded, a speck of lead pencil to
which he carefully gave a point, and in doing so
reduced its size so much that it wabbled on the
paper between his finger and thumb.

“T must put ’em to bed first.”

“©, let them put themselves to bed! We'll never
get our letter done.”

Rome took her key and, retreating, again made
magic passes with it.

“Lock—lock, lock—lock! Now the door’s
jocked. Here, put up the key for me, Rheemie.”
Then she returned to their sanctum and studio.

Remus was already on a stool with the fairest half
sheet of paper before him, sucking the lead pencil
stump. He took the key absently and slid it into his
trousers’ pocket. .

“Now, don’t lose it,” exhorted Maude, in her
usual formula; “for what ’ud I do if those children
should be locked in, and their clothes should take
fire and I couldn’t get to them!”

“T won’t Jose it!” cried Remus, spurning the idea,
as he always did, though his daily path was sown
with lost doll-house keys, and he had once been
obliged to force the invisible door with a corn-coh
that Maude might get in to her starving dollies.
She now brought her stool close to his, and put her
arm around the back of his little vest.

“Do you spell dear with a big D or a little d?”
inquired he.

“ Big,” said Maude.

He wrote laboriously. ‘* Dear —”

“Maudie, how does Cousin Joslyn spell his
name?”

“JT don’t know. Ill run and ask the girls.”

“Don’t you!” cried Remus, bringing her down in
full flight. “We weren’t going to tell! We were
going to write our own selves!”

The truth was that they instinctively knew the
family pride would keep the older ones from pouring
the tale of Dogberry calamity into Joslyn’s bosom.
But no such pride hindered them, and they did not
want to be hindered by anything else. Joslyn was a
mighty power in their eyes. His fertile nature had
often added to their joys. It was now the very lux-
ury of trouble to display it before him. What he
would do they did not know, Something tremen-



dous, probably, One thing they were sure of, and
that was his warm — his real comforting sympathy.

“Well, how do you think it’s spelled?”

“Don’t write it, Puta J and wait till we get
through ; then maybe we can think of the rest.”

“Dear J.—”

“ Say Mr. McKay came and told us we hadn’t got
any house or lots.”

“How do you spell McKay? I wish there wasn’t
so many names! I guess [’ll put it K—’n’ then we
can fix it. ‘Dear J—,K. says we haven’t any
property’—that sounds better than lots. Property.
Le’s see. P-r-o-p —”’

“ P-i, pi, proppi — ”

“Aw, pshaw! don’t le’s say property, it’s so long.



P-R-o-p— ”

“pis SEB

he’s say residence —that’s what folks call their
houses. R-e-z, res—”

“R-e-s, Rheemie !
residence ?”

“O,I can spc it; but it takes so long to write,
and this pencil slips so! J’]l put it R.”

“Little r, or else we’ll think it’s somebody’s name
when we come to read it over,”

“*Tear J—, K. says we haven’t any x.’
Ill say ‘We feel very bad.’ ”

“Ves, write that; and put in ‘ All of us do—awful
—even Metempsychosis!’ He'll know we mean Arty,
for that’s what he calls Arty.”

Don’t you know how to spell

Then



48

Remus wrestled along until he came to Metempsy-
chosis. Then he and Maude gazed at each other,
and without a word he put it M.

“Tell him ‘We would love to see you and the
other relations.’ ”

The spelling-shirk was now chronic. When Remus
came to “relations ” he made another phonetic charac-
ter, and his work got pretty rapidly down the page.
Maude would have taken a turn at the pencil, but
Rheem imagined himself the better scribe, and told
her they better not waste any writing-paper on her
experiments ; for they might soon be driven into the
world without a scrap. Submitting to his decision
she contented herself with prompting him.

They poured forth their souls and made a very
expressive letter in intention ; and then they tried to
translate it out of the original.

“Read it over and hear how it sounds, Rheemie.”

“DEAR J —: K. says we haven’t any r. We feel
very bad, all of us do, awful, even M. We would
Love to see you and the other R. There is some-
thing wrong with our t. Somebody else has better
t. We might get aq, but there isa young h, Vou
ought to see our house. It is r and has A at all the
If we have to leave it we shall feel d.
The dolls are well. Loo broke a g and I was glad
to have it in my playhouse. I caught sixteen fish the
last time I went. We got good bait in our garden.

Your loving C,
RHEEM nee

windows.

Mauprt DoGBERRY.

“I get all mixed up!” cried Rheem, puckering
his soft eyebrows at his twin. “I forget what some
o’ the letters stand for!”

“J, that’s Joslyn; and K, that’s McKay; and r
that’s —”’

“We've got in three t’s!”

“Well, r stood for relations once, I remember.”

“We haven’t any relations! Now that ain’t right,
for we were going to tell him something about the
house. And down here it says: ‘ You ought to see
our house. Itisr.’ Now ¢za?¢ ain’t relations. Our
house ain’t our relations !”

“That was repaired ; and then it has A, you know
— awnings!”

“O, yes! ‘There is something wrong with our

od

{—

to leave it we shall feel d —’ dreadfully.



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“ Title — ”

“It sounds mighty queer, doesn’t it? ‘If we have
‘ Loo broke:
ag—’goblet. I saw her break it. But we’ve got.
the fish and the dolls mixed. ‘ Your loving cousins.’
We'll have to study over this and find out how to.
spell the words before we send it, or Cousin Joslyn
won’t know what we mean.”

“We can hunt the,words in the big dictionary, I
tell you, Rheemie,” proposed this devoted sister, “I
can run and bring it out here now!”

“No,” cried Remus, “T’ll put the letter in my
jacket pocket, and we’ll hunt the words when the
rest of them go out to sit in the Air Castle or play
croquet.”

“And to-morrow we'll get a stamp and envelope
and send our letter.”

The business of the studio was now finished, and
they climbed down the ladder and went to the
house.

But they never sent that short-hand letter to
Joslyn, When Jack came to supper he brought the
mail, two letters ; one addressed to Allie, the other
to Ben. Allie broke her envelope first and read

aloud :

“My CHARMING COUSIN AND THE WHOLE BUNCH:
I write in a hurry to say that we are off to the Arkan-
sas Hot Springs, almost without warning. My
grandmother, Mrs. Wiley, has been failing greatly.
The physician thinks the baths and the climate may
do her good. Of.course mother goes with her, and
Wiley ( Mrs. Wiley’s woman ) with them. And they
imagine there is something the matter with me,
though I cannot be convinced of it myself; but as
they need me to look after them, and I haven’t had

any vacation from the bank for an age, I shall go and

get as fat as the heat will let me.

“The house will be shut up, probably for the
whole summer; for if Mrs. Wiley can bear it we
shall take her from place to place. We are really
very much alarmed about her. She is quite old, and
her life has to be very carefully guarded. She was |
delighted with that white shawl you netted for her,
Allie, and sends her kindest remembrances, in which
mother joins. ‘Bless you, my children!’ Be good,
all of you. I should love to rush in among you
before we start ; but we start to-morrow, early, and I



TITE DOGBERRY BUNCH. 49

have everything to attend to. Will write again.
With loads of appreciation,
“ Cousin JOSLYN.”

‘Poor dear old lady!” said Allie.

But Rome and Remus looked at each other in a
onsternation peculiarly their own. How should

hey reach Cousin Joslyn with a letter if he was start-
‘ng out to caper all over the country ?

Ben broke his envelope, and his troubled face over
his letter stopped any comment which would have
been made upon the first one.

“Out with it, Ben Bolt,’ said Jack, stoutly.
“That’s Mr. McKay's office envelope. Have we
got to tumble out?”

Ben handed the letter over to Jack, who read it
with a ring as if he defied its terrors.

Guardian had another message from the party
claiming their lots. The ground was wanted to build
agrain elevator upon. The claim would certainly
be enforced, and the ground taken possession of as
soon as the law allowed.

“ A grain elevator!”

“On our ground!”

“ Maybe right in front of the house

“ What is an elevator?” cried Rome, between her
obs.

“Why it’s what they go up and down-stairs in
when they don’t want to walk,” explained Remus,
just as tearfully.. “I saw one in the hotel at Danport.”

“We don’t want any nelevator!” said Arty, very
red and white with his emoticns. “We won’t have
it! We'll tear’t down !”

1?



“Tt isn’t that kind of an elevator, Rheemie,”
explained Ben, with a husk ta his voice. “It’s a
high building to store grain in. And there isn’t any
use in our making a fuss.”

The girls tried to staunch their eyes, and Remus



‘Wwr’LL TEAR "Tr Down!”

flung away five or six tears with his finger tips.
“T tell you what le’s do,” said Jack. ‘‘ We’ve got
our house done.: We enjoyed fixin’ it, and put our -

money and time on it. Now le’s have some good out.

of it! You never can tell what’s going to happen,
do your best. So le’s have one royal good time to
remember !”









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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.
PART It.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER III.
RED SHORT-HAND.

HIS philosophy struck kindred sparks in the
rest of the family, and they at once prepared
to have a good time,

The supper dishes were soon on their shelves, and
the house as trim as a new schooner. Then they
made another procession to look at all their improve-
ments, and rejoiced over everything, Jack declaring
he was glad after all that they had such a nice look-
ing place to leave.

“It’s more credit to us than the old house, and
whoever lives in it will feel obliged to us.”

“It’s a home,” said Allie. “The next people can’t
help knowing that.”

For fear this subject should grow moister, they ran
out on the lawn and trooped up and down over
every familiar spot. Rome and Remus swarmed up
into the Air Castle, and Arty bruised his shins trying
to follow. Loo put a pansy band all around his hat.
Then they all played croquet, till it grew so dark
the balls were hopelessly hid by the grass, and then
they brought chairs out, and cuddled in them or on
the stoop, close together. Loo had some spice cook-
ies in the pantry. She brought them out, and they
munched and were happy. By mutual understand-
ing they let their future alone, and told stories, and
jokes, and rhymes. A freight train rumbled past,
and they watched through the trees the glare of its
eye, and a solitary figure or two darting back and

. fcrth on it.

“No, 8,” said Jack, with business address, lifting
Arty up on his knees to watch it. If there was one
thing on earth more attractive to Arty than locomo-
tive power, he had not yet discovered it. He stood
on Jack’s legs, bracing himself by Jack’s scalp, and
‘strained his eyes till the freight was quite lost in





darkness, and even its two ruby rear lamps were
obscured. Then he slid to his feet, and sat down
again on the step, murmuring:

“ The Big Black Horse!”

“Say ‘The Big Black Horse,’ Arty!” cried
Rheem.

“ Can’t say it.”

“OQ yes, you can!” said Jack. “We've said ita
hundred times. Cousin Joslyn won’t make you any
more poetry if you go and forget it.”

Arthur wriggled on the step and professed himself
able to say “pieces” of it, if Jacky would do it, too.
Jacky, therefore, darted off like a mother-bird luring
her young one to fly, and Arty flopped alongside as
well as he could, very glib with-some of the lines and
making a mere mumble of the others. In this way ”
they had really recited “The Big Black Horse” a
hundred times, thereby greatly edifying their family.

“The Big Black Horse is my heart’s delight,
I run to watch him by day or night.
I waked in the night and I heard his hoofs
Come making thunder past walls and roofs.
He snorted coals, and they flew up higher
Than even the glare of his eye of fire.
He panted and rushed and my breath I hushed —
How awful to be by his tramping crushed ! —
The houses shook as his carts flew past,
All barred and darkened except the last.
A rose-red light hung over its dash
Perhaps so the driver could see to lash
Any hangers-on, who might love to crash
Through dark — through cities—through water-course,
At the heels of the glorious
BIG
BLACK
HORSE!

“The Big Black Horse wears a brazen bell,

In towns and at crossings he rings it well—
‘Get out of my way, little sons of men,

The Big Black Horse must go by again!’
Burnished and clean is his panting hide-

You can see a bright throb dart along his side!





He often draws carr.azes, long and fine;
So strong is he, I have seen a line
Of five or six follow in his course.
He can draw Zots of people —can that black horse!
He isn’t afraid of a narrow road!
Just give him a foothold, he’ll pull his load.
But pit-falls have caught him as fierce he strode!
Then people have cried over many a corse !
But / should cry, too, for the
BIG
BLACK
HORSE!

“The Big Black Horse gives a ringing neigh
When the curb is put on him his speed to stay.
His mane is a lovely, changeable roll,
Gray, brown, pearl-color, or black as coal!
He tosses it back and it streams out grand,
You can see it curl far across the land.
And when I am tired, and want to go
To seek more places than those I know,
And to think as fast as his mane can flow,
He says: ‘Come on, I will take you so!’
He drinks from a cistern built on stilts,
And the man who feeds him, he almost wilts !
For he is a creature of fire and force —
Ah, 4ow I love him !—that
BIG
BLACK
HORSE!”

After “The Big Black Horse” they proposed a
story —not exactly a serial, but still a story, handed
from one to another “ to be continued.” This was a
favorite Dogberry amusement, and often afforded
them a great amount of fun; and one imagination
stimulated another, though each story-teller gave the
tale the twist of his own peculiar genius,

“You begin it, Jack.”

“Let Allie begin this time. She’s the oldest.
And let’s go this time in the order of our ages.”

“Pitch in, Sweet Alice,” :

“* Pitch in’ is slang, Rheemie,”

“Well, then, walk up to your crib!”

“That’s a great deal worse! Those things are not
manly. They sound like the Bee Hive people.”

“Well, you know what I mean. Start the ball!
Give her asend! It won’t come our turn for ever
so long, Rome. We can be making it up to piece
on.”

“Start up, Allie.”

After being exhorted thus several times, Allie
started up with:

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‘and it was her



51

“Once there was an old woman who was bent half
double, and she was very, very old. She lived ina
large city, in a beautiful house, and had many people
to wait on her. She had three orphan grand-children
whom she was educating, and they gave her more
delight than anything else, when they were good and
tried to learn kind manners and lovely ways. The
eldest and youngest were boys, named John and
Jacob, and the
second was a
girl, named
Mary.”

(“What ugly
names!” mur-
mured Rome.
“When it comes
my turn, I’m
going to change
them |”)

“John was
tall and studi-
ous, Jacob was
chubby and
playful, and
Mary was very
graceful and
very fond of
music. She
would sit at her
piano hours,
singing and
practicing diffi-
cult studies;

greatest desire
to go abroad
and study music
with the foreign
people who
know it so well.
‘When I am a
grown woman,’
she would say, ‘if grandma will let me, I will get my
big brother to take me, and we will travel and study.
It would be so lovely, too, to stay month after month
in Milan, and learn the Italian method.’ Then—”
said Allie, whose forte was not story-telling, wishing
to cut short her introduction — “go on, Ben,”



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Ben came up to the work with little relish, but per-
fect good-nature, and rubbed his temples with his
knuckles to stir up his brain.

“O, yes! Well, one day the good old grand-
mother was taken very ill and died, which
straightened her out, you know. The three children
felt very badly — ”

(“That’s just as mean as mean can be!” cried
Rome. “I was going to have her take them to a beau-
tiful ride and make a picnic for them. But then—
J can make her come alive again!”

“Keep still, Rome,” urged her twin.)

“They felt very badly,” continued Ben, “and
“they felt worse, when the crossest and sharpest rela-
“tion they had in the world came to live with them.
“This aunt made Johnny take his drawings and his

‘wood-carving out of his own room into the attic, .

~where he had no room at all among the old lumber.
“She would not allow Mary to practice because the
qpiano hurt her head, and little Jacob soon became
lean because she dieted him so strictly. But John
' ‘studied away, for he wanted to become a first-class
architect and builder; and he often said to himself:
‘When Iam aman, and am making money and get-
ting a fine reputation, I will take my brother and sis-
ter to live with me and leave Aunt Nettle to com-
plain herself to a shadow. I'll build a handsome
house of rough gray stone. No basement. Six rooms
on the ground floor, but only three on the upper floor
besides the passage. One for Mary’s music-room,
one for Jacob’s play-room, and one for my work-
room.’ Go ahead, Jack.”

“He didn’t build his house anywhere except in his
head, did he? Well, one day John got very mad,
and concluded he wouldn’t stand it any longer, so he
took his sister by the hand-and Jacob under his arm
and started for the train.
platform and went in to buy tickets, and when he
came out his brother and sister were gone, so he was
obliged to start out on his travels by himself. He
felt very badly, and concluded to go to California to
make a fortune, after which he.could hunt the others
up and build that house for them. But when he got
to California he found that the fortunes had all been
made and a good many of them lost, and he jumped
ona ship to go to China, but the ship was wrecked
on one of the Cannibal Islands, which the mission-
aries have never reached.

He left them on the depot .

The cannibals killed and.



cooked all the fat passengers, but put John in a coop
to feed, and he thanked his aunt whose worrying had
kept him thin. While the cannibals were trying to
put flesh on-him, his brother and sister were in a
strange city, for they had gone off cn the wrong train,
and their aunt was hunting for them all; go on, Loo.”

“My gracious ! John in the Cannibal Islands, and
his brother and sister away off in a city the other side
of the world. Well, the cannibals ate him up —”

(“No—o” cried the twins.)

—“And Mary found a placé to work, and kept
her younger brother with her and sent him to school.
At first she made dreadful bread and forgot to put
the sugar in her cookies, and got scolded. And
Jacob tore his clothes, and she never could keep his
heels in; but it was so nice to try and keep people
comfortable, that after awhile she got on very well,
though she often sighed to see her brother that the
cannibals had eaten —but she didn’t know that. I
don’t believe I can think of anything now. Oh, yes:
one day her aunt happened to come to visit at the
very house where Mary was, and as soon as she saw
her, she took Mary and Jacob by the ears and led
them off home!”

“Ho, pshaw!” said Rheem, taking up the thread,
discontentedly. “Le’s see. One night John woke
up—”

“Jn the cannibals?”

‘No! he didn’t get eaten ; that was a make-believe,
like they have in stories: they had him just cooked
ready —I mean just ready to cook — when something
scared them, and they put him up again. And one
night he waked up while they were all asleep, and
took a boat and slipped off. He'rowed back to the
town he started from, and looked all over the depot
for his brother and sister, and his aunt happened to
get off the train with them then, so he found them,
and she found him and took him home and shut him
in the garret. He concluded he would fix up the
garret and live there; so he made a whittling place
in one corner and built a play-house for his sister.
thought of a lot more, but I’ve forgot it!”

“And one day his grandma came up-stairs,” began
Rome eagerly, “and told the children to come down ;
their aunt was gone home.”

‘But the grandma was dead!”

“ Oh, that was just a make-believe, like they print
in stories. So they came down, and she had them



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all dressed up in
their pretty clothes,
and took a. lovely
basket of lunch and
called the carriage,
and they all started
off for a picnic,
They came to green
woods where the
grass was soft and
thick —”

(“ What a refresh-
ing sight to John
after the Cannibal
Islands !” )

“ And Clarence —
his name wasn’t
‘Tohn’ a bit !—saic,
‘O grandma, I will
always be good
hereafter! And the
others said they
ee aS would. And they
EF Shad an elegant time.
se} Go on, Arty.’”

“ An’ en,” said
Arty, after hanging
back a moment, “they got on train, and they rode
and they went and they rode and they went, and
it sounded ‘cling! ciing! cliag!’ an’ they never got
off any more at all !”

“So John, and Jacob and Mary are still moving!”
laughed Alice. “ Well, children, we must move too.
It’s time to go to bed.”

Still they lingered a little while, lapsing into silence.
One of them presently struck up the “Home of the
Soul.” Amuse themselves as they might their thoughts
came back to home; they sung it heartily, And
before separating for the night they were moved by
an unusual impulse: they kissed each other all round,
and shook hands, half laughing and merry, but still
with tears in their eyes.



















SHE FLEW TO THE FARTHEST PART OF THE
LAWN.



So, having had one more good time they went to
bed and to sleep. Arty still slept in his long crib in
the girls’ room. Maude, also, had a small bed to
herself.

In the night Allie dreamed she was choking.
Some tall being with wings, or a mass of heavy
drapery, settled down on her neck and began to press
her breath out. She struggled and woke to find her
nightmare continuing. She was smothering ; the room
was full of smoke. She sat up dazed and unable to
think. The open window was obscured, though when
they went to bed there was moonlight. Color now
came out in the smoke. It bloomed suddenly, and a
fearful roaring and crackling filled the whole house.

She was helpless and speechless! It seemed ages
before she could raise her hand and lay it on Loo.
Her voice sounded down in her chest and horribly
hoarse and strange when she could utter:

“Loo, the house is on fire!”

Loo sat bolt upright, and said, “ What is it?”

Then the truth bursting upon her, she uttered
piercing screams and sprang to the floor ; it crackled
beneath her feet. She pulled at Mande, and smatch-
‘og Arthur up ran to the door with him in her arms.
At the opening of the door, jets of fire burst through
their carpet, swept up the window-casings and ate up
the light curtains like a flash,

“Maudie,” said Alice, hoarsely, snatching the child,
and wrapping the bed-spread around her and dragging
her shoes on, “run —run for your life, while I wake
the boys!” She took the water-pitcher and dashed
water on the child’s head as she started, and rushed
out herself, still carrying it in one hand, panic-stricken.
The boys’ room was near the head of the stairs.
There were but two rooms and one long, narrow hall
on the second floor. The hall was now a furnace.
Alice ran, covering her head and face, and stormed
at the boys’ door. The floor was parching her tender
feet, She poured out the water on them and dashed
the pitcher against the door. Ben’s and Jack’s voices
were in clamor. They dashed out, dragging Rheem
with them and shouting “ The girls!”

“Girls! girls!) The house is a-fire!”

“ They’re all out, boys! Run! run!”

“Come on, Allie —”

Their voices all died in a choking gurgle. Creep-
ing close to the ground they got down the stifling
stairway. The closet under it was roaring like a



54 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.



furnace. But they all reached air and ran into the
dewy grass. ‘The roof was one mighty blaze. Dis-
tant cries were beginning to ring through the village
of “Fire! fire!”» Men with pails came running and
scaling the fences ; but the well was in the kitchen.
‘There were no hose, no fire-engines, and sheets of
flame were waving out of the very windows.
“Where’s Arty?’ was Jack’s exclamation.

“Loo brought him out in her arms,” cried Alice..

“There are Maude and Rheem, and there’s Loo!

“The barn’s burnt!” exclaimed Ben in consterna-
tion, watching the falling timbers of that little pile,
“that must have set fire to the house.”

“Loo, where’s Arty?” cried Jack, again.

“Why, he’s right here by me. No,heisn’t. Arty!
where is he? I just put him down. He’s gone to
Allie. - Arty!”

Jack darted to Allie, and screamed in her ear,
“Do you know where Arty is?”

Allie screamed back over the terrible roar and
crackle, “ He’s safe —he’s with Loo, I told you!”

“He isn’t! I bet he’s left in the house!

“Loo brought him down first one, Jack!”

Jack, panic-struck for his pet brother, dashed into
the house and made for the stairs. He had on his
trousers and boots, but nothing to protect his head ;
and Allie who knew his desperate courage, was wild
with despair. She felt fully assured that Arthur was
safe, but nothing could convince Jack of that at this
moment, She seized one of the men by the arm and
pointed after her brother, screaming that he was
going up-stairs again —he would be burned to death!
The man shouted to Jack, and ran up and down
shouting to others — and the roof fell in.

Allie ran. She flew to the farthest part of the
lawn, and fell on her face in the wet grass, shaking
with paroxysms of sobs and cries. Jack was dead!
Dear Jack was killed! How could she ever look up
again! An unsteady rustle through the sweet clover,
a whispering beside her, and a hand on her neck





made her conscious that Arty was beside her, but
she hardly noticed him. Loo and the twins were
screaming near the falling house, and she heard Ben’s.
hoarse, despairing cry of “Jack! Jack!”

O Jack, Jack, the dearest, the manliest boy! How:
could they live with Jack gone! The timbers gave:
another crash, and sparks streamed away up to the:
zenith,

Arty rustled off again, howling with distress and:
terror. The child was in such a fright that he had
hidden himself. The glare showed him Loo, hanging,
with her face down on her arm against a tree, and
the twins crying in their night-clothes beside her.
He toddled to them, and just then Ben and two of
the men came carrying something between them.

“The jump stunned him,” said John White.

“Water — quick!” cried Mr. Thomas.

“O Jacky,” cried Arty, “what’s the matter, Jacky ?’”
He fell down’ at Jack’s feet and hugged his legs.
with loud lamentations.

The rest of the family were around him in an
instant, but even in the strong glare of the fire they
could not recognize him. His hair was burnt off, his.
face blistered as if it were half roasted —no eye
lashes, no eyebrows left,

Dr. Darling knelt down by him. Allie took his
head on her shoulder. The doctor gave him restora-
tives, and covered him with wet cloths. “ Afraid he’s.
swallowed fire,” said he, and immediately made him
swallow something else.

“He jumped out o’ the back window,” said Mr.
Thomas, with a melancholy shake. “The roof nigh
about caught him, but I guess he was pretty well
charred, anyhow.”

One side of the house swayed and fell in, sending
up another long stream of sparkles. Nobody noticed
it. The Bunch’s fate of homelessness was quickly
written out— written in flame-red short-hand. But
they paid no attention to that : they stood around Jack.

(To BE CONTINUED.)





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PART

Il.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.

CHAPTER IV.
TRIBULATION,

HEN Jack raised his puffed eyelids and
blinked at his brethren and sisters, the first
thing his groping hand touched was Arty’s head.

“Arty!” he gurgled.

“ Jacky!” howled Arty.

“T thought you were in the fire!” said Jack, with
a freer breath. Arty would have thrown himself on
Jack’s neck, but was held back. Jack, however,
reached after him.

“Where is he? I heard him speak, but I can’t
see him. I guess something’s the matter with my
eyes!” said Jack, with a short chuckle.

“Something’s the matter with your whole face and
head,” wailed Loo, the twins joining her in a chorus
of “ah—hoo—hoo!” “ You’ve got all your hair
burnt off, and you’re blistered to a crisp!”

“You dear boy,” murmured Allie, “why did you
run in the house again when I told you Arty was
safe?”

“Don’t know,” said
“To enjoy it as long
burnt down?”

“Can’t you see it’s all one heap of flames, and
the walls all fallen in but that one on the north
side?”

“T can’t see anything. Am I blind, doctor?”
asked Jack, feeling the doctor’s whiskers and specta-
cles.

“We'll try to keep you so for awhile,” replied Dr.
Darling, fastening bandages on his head, crosswise
and up and down, until his nose and mouth were the
only samples of it visible. Mrs. Darling, who had
brought the bandages, stood near by, comforting
Rome and Remus. Rome still trailed the counter-
pane like an Indian princess.. Rheem had on his

Jack, grinning with agony.
as possible, I guess. Is it



hat and boots and a long night shirt. Ben was
nearly dressed ; but Allie did not know how scantily
she was attired until a neighbor wrapped her in a
long shawl. And as for Loo, she stood weeping and
trembling in somebody’s coat.

“You can walk, now, can’t you, Jack, boy?”
asked the doctor.

Of course he could. He reached out and they
lifted him up. Raising his boots high in the air and
plunging dizzily he showed them how well he could
walk.

* Still, you won’t mind my keeping one arm argund
you, will you, deary?”’ said Alice.

The doctor took his arm on the other side, and
Arty towed him in front by one of his broken sus-
penders,

“We'll take him right over to our house,” said the
doctor, “ and Arty and you must come with him.”

“Loo and Ben will go to my house,” said Mother
Thomas, grabbing them both with determined hands.
“Poor young ones, how you look! Though, for that
matter, I haven’t got on much more myself! ”

“Vil take these chickens,” said John White, ap-
propriating Rome and Remus. “Bub’s got his
boots on, and I'll carry the girl.”

“ But I want to see how Jack is all the time,”
wailed Maude, hanging to one of John’s big fingers.

““O, you may come and see him all day to-morrow,
after Priscilla gets a stitch of clothes on you.”

“ Children,” called Jack, painfully, to all the sepa-
rating Bunch, “ we had one more good time, didn’t
we? But we’ve given up the house sooner than we
expected to!”

Mr. Thomas was heard growling at a little dis-
tance what a shame it was that orphan children
should be used so, and if there was law worth call-
ing law it would give them their lots, anyhow.

“They needn’t have given possession till fall,
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2

“O, let ’em go ahead with their elevator, now,’
laughed Jack, who had to be very merry and chuckle
a great deal to keep from groaning.

“Tsn’t this yours?” asked a boy, thrusting some-
thing into Alice’s hand as she moved off with Jack.
It was her watch and chain. She always slept with
it under her pillow, and instinctively grasped it in
one hand as soon as she waked Loo. It had fallen
in the grass after she got outside.

“Thank you, dear. Yes, it’s mine.
watch, Jack. That’s saved.”

“Good!” said Jack. ‘“Doesn’t it seem funny,
though, that the band of Indian red (oo-00!), and
the china closet, and the new bed-room furniture
(00-00! ), and all our duds, and the swings and the
books aren’t anywhere at all?”

“Don’t cry,” comforted John White, picking up
Maude and her trail. “I'll get ye home to Priscilla,
presently, and then you must go to bed and stop
chattering your teeth and shaking,”

“Helen and Susan are burnt, too! ” shuddered
Maude. “Everything is burnt up. I didn’t know
last night that I’d never see them again!”

“T wonder what started the fire!” speculated
John, as he stretched long steps over the ground.

“T had some matches in the stable. Six, I guess,”
confessed Rheem,

“You young scamp, did you?”

“ But we never struck any!”

“You dropped them around, and something
set them off. Maybe you stepped on’em yourself
and lighted ’em, and never noticed it.”

“ And the root chair,” Rome added to her inven-
tory, “and the table and cupboard! And I haven’t
any dolls!”

The dismal little pair before the end of another
half hour were put to bed by Priscilla, and about
morning they fell asleep.

It was ten o’clock when Rome woke from her
sleep of nervous exhaustion, She was in one of
Priscilla’s spare bed-rooms, on a great feather-bed,
which had the peculiar smell of all its class to such a
degree, that the faint sweet scent of the rose-em-
balmed sheets could not take it away. The wall was
covered with a greenish paper, its ornament being a
vine, the leaf whereof was the size of a sunflower,
but was evidently a pumpkin leaf. And some of
Priscilla’s best dresses hung from nails above the

Here’s my

-roses on



head of the bed. The room was so small that
Maude felt squeezed in it. A flowering shrub shaded
the window, and the low reaching arms of the apple
trees thrust themselves against the panes. There
was a bowl and pitcher on the wash-stand, but when
Rome slid to the floor she found no water in them.
Neither had she
any garments
with which to
make her toilet.
She slipped out
barefoot and in
her nightgown
into the keep-
ing-room.

Priscilla was a
Yankee woman,
and all the New
England ways of
a past genera-
tion which she
learned from
her mother and
grandmother
were carefully "|
and thriftily pre-
served in her
clean shaded
In this
room there was
a fire-place,care-
fully scoured,
and black and
gilt chairs, with
their
straight backs,
placed in lines
along the wall.

In one corner
stood a huge
clock, with a case big enough to hide two or three
children in, weights like sledges, and iron hands.
The Arabic figures made a circle on its yellow face,
and O, how slow it talked!

“Tick ”’—a time for due deliberation, and then,
forcibly —“ tock!” No hurry. None of the click-
etty-clack of modern clocks. It looked like a giant.
Maude considered how flat it could crush her by

















































































































house..









“SETH THOMAS.”



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH, 57



dropping a weight upon her, and what a real iron rod
one of its iron hands could prove. All of a sudden
it began to rattle as if it would certainly choke to
death, and never catch its breath again while time
lasted, and then it struck!—struck? It banged! It
beat ten awful strokes into her head, and she jumped
from the floor at every stroke, her black-lashed eyes
blinking and her blonde head dodging. And then
the old monster settled down as if nothing had hap-
pened, or ever would happen again, and said: “Tick”
— deliberation — “tock!” and kept on saying it
with increasing solemnity.

O, what a clock! She saw the name “Seth
Thomas” printed on its face, and it became an ob-
ject of greater fear on account of having a name.
For, of course, Seth Thomas was the clock’s name,
or why should it be printed there. The name
sounded strong when she timidly tried it on her ears,
and it sounded unbending. Besides Seth Thomas,
there were in this impressive room two pots of paper
roses, one on each corner of the mantel, and two small
silhouette pictures on the wall, of a sharp-nosed lady
in acap anda turn-up nosed gentleman with a high
shirt collar, and a long settee without any rockers.

Maude was so afraid Seth Thomas might make
some other demonstration, even more frightful than
his choking, that, clad as she was, she dared not lin-
ger here, but ventured to open the door into the
dining-room. Through this she saw Rheem washing
potatoes out on a porch, in a pair of Mr. White’s
trousers hanging to his toes, though they were rolled
up until they were as bunchy as a Turk’s, and in one
of Mr. White’s linen coats which swept the ground.

“Here you are!” said Priscilla, briskly, coming
out of the spring-room with her hands full of fruit
for pies. -“‘Go into the spring-room, and wash, and
Pll bring you some clothes.”

Maude patted across the floor, and found towels
- and abundant water, and peppermint stalks in the
water, which gave it extra virtue in her eyes. The
destitute child took her bath, and dressed her tan-
gled hair with a comb which her hostess provided.
She had shoes, for Allie put them on her at the last
moment before they ran from the burning building.
Priscilla came in presently with an overskirt of her
own, and a long calico sacque which made the child
look like a dwarf woman, all waist and arms.

“There’s your breakfast,” said Mrs. White, point-



ing to the warming oven; and in it Maude found
some lovely toast and broiled chicken. She also had
a mug of milk and a sweet roll. It was a breakfast:
to make an orphan forget her troubles. After eating
it she went and sat down by Rheem. He had his.
potatoes washed. These he carried to Priscilla, who.
was in the full tide of putting on the dinner to cook,
and then he sat down to take counsel with his twin.

“Rheem,” she exclaimed, “Jle’s start right straight
off to see how Jack is!”

He glanced down at his apparel and said, reluc-
tantly :

“Don’t you think we better wait till about dusk?”

“QO, no! What if Jack was dead!” :

“Jack won’t die. He and Ben got their clothes
on. I wish I’d got mine on.”

“Rheemie, what we going to do for clothes to
wear?”

“J guess we better go to work and earn some,
right off.”

“* But we can’t work in borrowed things.”

“Maybe Mr. and Mrs. White would fix some
things for us, and let us pay for them working after-
wards.”

“And never go to school any more? And never
see Ben and Allie and Jack and Arty and Loo?”

“Na—w! Just till we can get something to wear.
Then Mr. McKay will tell us what we must all do.
I’m going to ask Mr. White to hire me as soon as he
comes in from work.”

Rome endorsed her twin’s plans as she usually
did. He followed the fieldward road to the men,
and she turned all her energies to assisting Mrs,
White. She laid the table and did many little er-
rands. I have said Priscilla was not as fond of chil-
dren as her husband. She was a taciturn woman,
kind mainly, but not winning. She scarcely spoke
to Maude all the morning, although she felt great
compassion for the child. Her mind was taken up
with her work. She was planning ahead the churn-
ing, the preserving, the baking.

At half-past eleven, sharp, Maude was allowed to
ring the iron bell hanging on a forked post in the
back yard; and, in prompt response to it, the men
and horses trooped into the barn-yard. By that time
Rome was really tired. She had been so anxious to
please, and taken so many unnecessary journeys, and
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disapproval if she sat down, that she was quite tired.
At table, among the jolly and voracious farm hands,
Remus broached his proposition to work for board
and clothes, and John laughed heartily and patted
him on the back.

“ We'll see about that,” said he. “This afternoon
I am going to drive into town. You and sis can
go along and take a look at the rest of them.”

This the two children gladly did. Maude’s cos-
tume was heightened by a grave black straw hat of
Priscilla’s, entirely too large for her. But everybody
was so compassionate over the burnt-out Bunch that
she found her attire only heightened the interest of
her position.

Jack said he was doing royally ; but his blistered
‘face was terrible, and his eyes had been dressed and
bandaged again. Allie had been in the school-room,
Arty with her. To lose a day was to lose some frac-
‘tion of her salary, and she dared lose nothing. She
looked very well in Mother Darling’s clothes. Much
better than Loo in Mother Thomas’; for, Mother
‘Thomas being portly and Loo very slight, she was
obliged to overlap and girdle in, and still go about
looking quite like a timid giraffe in an elephant skin.
Ben had also been at work, but the Bunch now con-
vened for council. Mother Darling’s babies (she
had babies in every stage of infancy) rolled about
among them, and crowed or squalled or uttered irre-
sistible fragments of speech. Mother Darling her-
self was even more charming than when surrounded
only by her own army. She winnowed the babies
out and kindly left the children to talk by them-
selves. Some of the older babies picked up some of
the younger ones, and struggled along like cats car-
rying kittens. All of them were chubby, and all in
miraculously-kept fresh white clothes.

The dazed Bunch, huddling up to Jack’s settee,
didn’t know what to do.

“We can’t stay as we are another day,” said Ben.
“T must rent a house and put you into it.”

“I wonder if Mr, Joyce will give anybody else my
place?” hinted Jack, anxiously.

“IT wish I had a dress,” murmured Rome, feeling
a vague dread of: Mrs. White’s personality envelop-
ing her within that awful basque and overskirt.

They were all unusually still and got hold of each
other’s hands. It was almost a Quaker meeting,
after all. Off their own domains, uprooted and



———

flung one side like weeds, the Dogberrys were some-
what wilted.

When they separated again — after one of Mother
Darling’s exquisite teas, which they tasted sparingly ;
for the former young householders were feeling them-
selves a burden on the community — it was agreed
that Ben should summon them to their next meeting
as soon as anything definite was decided upon.

Rome and Remus went home with Mr. White, and
both of them with lumps in their throat.
ages ago that their house was burnt.
got used to it. They felt lost in a boundless sea of
homelessness. They missed the cheerful stir of
home when John set them down in the shady or-
chard before driving into the barnyard. Frogs were
uttering lonesome cries, and all the summer insects,
from the shrill cicada to the musquito, filled the air
with minor chords. To crown all, a whippoorwill sat
in the orchard and jerked out his doleful exhortation,
until Maude’s heart swelled to a mountain of heavy
throbbing flesh. Priscilla had all her work done ;
even the milking pails washed and turned upside
down on the garden palings. She sat on the back
porch busily stoning fruit for the next day’s canning.
Her impassive features looked so stolid that Rome
sat down very meek and quiet on the lowest step, ©
and Rheem was still and meditative one or two steps
above her. They felt quite burnt out and bereft of
every tie on earth, Ah, the songs, the scamperings,
the cheer of Dogberrydom!

“Le’s play ‘Hi tally O,’” said Remus, sturdily.
And then he remembered that two would make a
scanty fox hunt.

“Have you a croquet set, Mrs. White?” he
asked.

“No. We don’t have time for such nonsense.”

This was a witherer. Were all royal good times
nonsense ?

“TI believe I'll go to the barn,” said Remus.
twin skipped up and patted along beside him.

It seemed
Everybody had

His
They

"were humbled and aimless, and snubbed by fate and

depressed. When they reached the barn John was
gone to a far off pasture to feed stock.

Before the last red streaks faded out of the sky
all the White family retired. Remus went again to
a bed in the corner of the immense long room, where
the hired men’s joking jarred his sore little heart a
long time before they went to sleep, and their snor-



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ing his weary ear when they did finally drop off.

In the green-vined feather-bed closet Rome lay
listening to Seth Thomas. How awful he was!
Nothing else sounded through her silence and des-
olation except his “tick!’—and then he kept her
breath suspended and her eyes strained — “tock!”
If Loo were there, or Allie, or if she could put out
her hand and touch Arty in his crib! . What if some-
body should come there in the night and carry her
off! How easily anyone could climb off the ground
into her window! She said her prayers, begging
fervently that she might not feel afraid any more ;
but, whether her faith was weak or her nerves
strained, she was almost as much afraid as before.
Then Seth Thomas was taken with his hourly fit,
and rattled and- banged nine fearful bangs, and she
could not, for her life, help trembling lest he might
walk his wonder boots right in at her, and stand glar-
ing down with those awful eyes into which they put
the key when they wound him up.

CHAPTER V.
DESPERATION,

THE next day it rained, and Ben did not come.
The day after it rained harder. It was only a
mile to the center of New Town, but none of the
White household had any errand there, and no mes-
sage came out to the twins. The third day it had
got in the habit of raining and kept on the rest of
the week. Mr. White was obliged to go away ona
business errand, which he called “looking up stock.”
If the house was somewhat drear when lighted by
his hale and genial presence, what was it with him
gone, and the rain over it like a jailer! Rome felt
that she could actually gallop five times the distance
which separated Rheem and her from the rest of the
family ; but how dare she undertake such a feat in
Priscilla’s borrowed clothes — through the rain?

Never before had these two children felt the actual
galling restrictions of poverty. Their outlook was
bad enough, but their present was terribly wounding
to their delicacy and native independence. They
overheard Priscilla remark in her unruffied and terse
way, that she didn’t like to have children around un-
derfoot! Underfoot! They, late householders, and



actual heirs to a cash fortune! ‘This fortune now
began to look large in their eyes. They consulted
about it in whispers, in the porch corners, or cuddling
in the prim sitting-room together. They were still
mindful of their characters as guests, and tried to
show appreciation of such kindness as was given
them ; for they had entertained, and knew how heavy
on the hands a sullen or dissatisfied visitor is. But,
every day, they seemed to sink deeper into the posi-
tion of little dependents and pensioners. Neither
could have analyzed the feeling, but both were de-
pressed to the last degree by it.

The sun was in time obliged to shine out once
more, and he came most gloriously when he did
come. It was a crystal morning, trembling drops
hanging on every point; the grass so fresh that
every blade seemed just born; the air so clear that
every object was cut out with distinct edges in it;
the larks and wood thrushes singing as if they would
hlt their souls out and die in the next gush. Rome
and Remus were so glad they slipped down the front
lane and jumped like colts. New Town roofs and
and walls were plainly visible, and Rome and Remus
climbed upon the garden palings looking in that be-
loved direction, with some hope that now the clouds
would roll off their prospects, too. They saw a fig-
ure plodding across the wet fields towards them, and
the air magnified so that Rheem was sure it was Ben.
They watched it like two forlorn, but spirited mari-
ners on a rock in mid-ocean, and waved their hands
to the sail coming to their rescue. The sail waved
back, and even sent them distant halloos. When it
got a little nearer they found it was Jacey Dixon,
with his pants girded as usual at the waist, but turned
up in the legs until his knobby and bespattered
knees poked out. Jacey slouched up, and they felt
more enthusiasm at seeing him than he ever before
roused in them.

“How do you do, Jace? Did Ben send you?”

“No, I guess he ddz’t/” replied Jace, myste-
riouly, grinning vacantly at them. Rheem was on
top of the fence with his legs through the palings.
Rome was poised like a hen, but suspended flying,
and even her own breath, to hear Jacey.

“ Are they well?” she cried.

“T guess so,” replied Jacey.
you knew about him.”

“No we didn’t. We haven’t seen any of the chil-

“ All but Jack — and



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aed





dren since Tuesday. It’s rained so, you know.”

“ Are you going to stay here always?”

“ No!” cried Rome, with sharp energy. She
couldn’t bear to think of such a thing.

“What you goin’ to do, then?”

“Why, we’re waiting till Ben comes for us.
we're going home /”

“Ves, we’re going home /” said Maude.

“Ho!” said Jacey.

“Did anyone send you out here?” asked Remus.

“No. I just come myself, When I saw the oth-
ers goin’ off I wondered if they was runnin’ away to
leave you.”

“What you mean?” cried the twins.

“Why, didn’t you know they’ve all gone off?”

“ Who's gone off?”

“Your folks. They went on this morning’s train.”

“You're just a-storying.”

“Mebby I am! I guess I seen ’em, though. I
like to know what you've going to do, now.”

“ Tace Dixon, you tell us what you mean by saying
the rest have gone off and left us!”

“T don’t mean nothin’. I saw ’em get on the
train. And I heard you two was out here, and I
wondered if they was leavin’ you here to get shut o’
ye!”

“*Oh — hoo!” wailed Maude, breaking into pas-
sionate sobs and tears. “But Jack isn’t gone, I
know. He was all blistered in the fire, and the doc-
tor had his eyes fastened up!”

“ Yes he is, too,” said Jacey with solemn triumph.
“Two or three people led him. He’s gone blind in
his eyes. Stone blind! I heard the neighbors say
he was goin’ to Chicago to have his eyes ampitated.”

“He isn’t blind!” cried Rheem, with vain resist-
ance.

“He is, too,” said Jacey. ‘“ Blinder’n a fish-worm.
He can’t work no more, and he’ll have to go the
poor-house.”

“He won't, either!
we'll give him that!”

“You needn’t feel so big. I guess you haven’t !
The rest is goin’ to git all you’ve got and take it
with them, to buy clothes and things with ; for Jack’s
hundred dollars won’t more’n pay for gittin’ his eyes
ampitated !”

Jacey clawed the spongy meadow sod with his
toes, and looked as if he enjoyed himself. Rome

Then,

I guess we’ve got money and





wept copiously. Rheem’s voice trembled, but he
sturdily pursued his investigation.

“ Allie ain’t gone, I know, ’cause she’s in school.”

“Well, she is, too. They got somebody to take
her place. And she took Arty.”

“Loo wouldn’t go!”

“T bet she would! They all three had some new
clothes on they’ve been sewin’ at all the week.”

“ Ben said he’d get a house and then send for us,”
gasped Remus.

“Fie’s been gone to Chicago for three or four days, _
and he sent down word to the rest when to come,
too.”

“ And they left us!” wept Maude.

“There isn’t a word of it so!” affirmed Rheem,
fiercely.

“Well, you just go over to New Town and see!”
challenged Jacey.

“T will,” said Rheem.

“Well, come alorig,” said Jacey.

Maude, clinching with despairing hands the tops
of the pickets, watched her twin striding with manly
steps across the meadow, trailing John White’s linen
coat in grandfatherly contrast to Jacey’s bare, trot-
ting legs. And I cannot begin to tell you how for-
saken and terrified she felt on the big earth, though
it was so bright. Of course; it wasn’t all so—a bit!
But, if such a thing could be so! She turned over
the terrible possibilities in her mind, and they rolled
up mountain high. If somebody could take their
lots, and their house could burn down — but no, in-
deed, the rest of the Bunch would never go off and
leave two of the young ones so!

The sun grew hot before Rheem came back. The
earth steamed, the leaves began to cast startling
shade in the vivid light; but she sat on the picxeis,
bare-headed and almost breathless, waiting for her
twin. He appeared at the farther side of the past-
ure; he came nearer, and, as he approached, Maude
could hear an irrepressible, minor note which
sounded like “boo-hoo!” till he came so near she
could see the tears dripping down his downy rounded
face. The linen coat swayed behind him, and his
little shirt collar was thrown back, as if he could not
bear its pressure on his throbbing neck. Maude
now took flight from her long poise, and flopped over
the fence to stagger up to him, and slide her arm
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a

“What's the matter, Rheemie?
Dixon hurt you?
be!”

“No,” sobbed Remus,
down, “they are gone!”

“ Not Ben and Allie? ”

SeVies isin te?

“ And Jack and Arty?”

“Yes, they are!”

“And Loo?”

“They've all gone and left us here!”’

Ob, desolation! They lifted up their voices and
wept together, until Priscilla in the kitchen heard
them, and looked out toward the milking pasture to
see if anything was the matter with her pet calves.
Rome and Remus, behind the farthest palings of the
garden, were in another direction.

“Who told you?” asked Maude, clinging to the
last straw of hope.

‘““T went and peeked in at the doctor’s, and none
of them were there. And I peeked in at the school,
and none of them were there. And I saw Mr.
Thomas, and he said they dd go in the early train
this morning.”

“O, I wish we’d run over last night, then they’d
taken us along!”

Did that Jacey
He’s just as naughty as he can

now completely broken

“umph, I don’t!” said Remus, hotly. “I don’t
want to stick in where I ain’t wanted! ”
“Not wanted!” repeated Rome, aghast. It was a

new view of herself to see herself not wanted in the
home Bunch.

“They’ve gone off and left us,” hiccoughed Re-
mus, indignantly. ‘‘ We can go off by ourselves, too |
We ain’t going to care!”

Maude was not quite sure for herself.

“T want to see Arty !” she broke out.

And, upon second thought :

“T want to see Allie and Ben!”

And, her heart being now wide open:

“T want to see poor Jack —and Loo!
hoo!” :

“I don’t want to see any of ’em!” said Rheem,
with bunched up eyebrows. “I don’t care anything
about ’em!”

“Yes, you do!” said Rome, decidedly. “ And,
maybe they sent for us and the word didn’t get
here.”

“ Ho!

Oh-

Couldn’t get a mile!”





“Or, maybe they're waiting to buy some new
clothes to send back to us.”

Remus shook his head, sidewise, this motion in-
dicating that clothes were not going to salve his deep
indignation at this late day.

“What we going to do?” then inquired his twin.

This dried his eyes and roused his energies.

“We've just got to look out for ourselves!”

Maude believed him, and waited to see which way





NOBILITY IN DISGUISE,

he would look. But, with feminine tact, she put in a
pebble to turn the stream.

“T believe Mrs. White wishes we were at some-
body else’s house.”

“Well, we won’t stay much longer at Aer house !”

“Nobody wants us, Rheemie.”



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“Well, we don’t care. Le’s sit down and study
up what to do.”

“We da’sn’t here. We'll get Mr. and Mrs. White’s
clothes dirty. Oh, 2eem, why didn’t you hold up
that coat-tail?”

“JT don’t care how splashed it gets,” replied the
boy with calm deliberation. “T’ll sit down in that
puddle with it if ’m a mind to!”

“Don’t!” begged his companion in tribulation.
“ Le’s climb over in the woods and find a clean log
where it’s shady.” .

This they did. It appeared on reviewing the situa-
tion that they were both too dejected to plan with
any brilliancy ; and moreover, their costumes limited
them to very narrow boundaries. .They were too
honest to carry away the borrowed clothing, which at
present served them as a covering, though it did not
by any means render them objects of envious admira-
tion. But they were one in wishing to get away from
under Priscilla’s feet.
at it was truly desperate. They had a pair of boots,
a pair of shoes, some underclothing and a bed-spread
between them. No other clothing or portable prop-
erty. And whither should they depart, since nobody
wanted them? It was a hard problem.

“ We might go to Chicago, too,” suggested Maude,
with a sneaking desire to be near the others of the
Bunch, in spite of their strange desertion.

“ Wouldn’t they all stare to see us come walking
into town!” speculated Remus, which observation
was avery just one when their travelling suits are
taken into consideration.

They consulted, and wagged their heads for about
sixty minutes by Seth Thomas’ slow calculation ;
though Ae could know nothing about it, away off in
the shaded sitting-room, staring straight ahead of
him, and choking regularly every hour.

Priscilla got dinner ready, and thought a great deal
about pickling. Her husband rode ito the yard
before the household sat down, and as soon as he
entered the house he asked for the children.

“They’re around somewhere,” said Priscilla.

‘“‘T’ye brought some clothes for them,” said John,
opening the sitting-room door and tossing a bundle,
directly in front of Seth Thomas’ unwinking counte-
nance, to the settee, “and some news,” added John.
“What move do you think that little tribe has taken

now? Doc. Darling says Jack’s is a bad case. The

Their situation as they looked:





eyes are pretty badly hurt; he’s afraid the boy’ll
never see again. Anyhow, he thought the boy better
go to a good oculist. It’s an expensive thing, and
they all broken up and burnt out so, Ben went up to
see how he could manage. Those young ones are
either lucky or so plucky they won’t be beat. He found
something to do, and went straight and answered an
advertisement in a daily about some rooms, and
rented some, and the woman he rented them of took
afancy to him. I suppose the young one told her
about his sisters, and she wanted to know if one of
them could tend to her housekeeping for her. So
Ben, he sends down for the whole pack. And they
all pack up except our two. Allie had to buy some
ready-made clothes to fit them out, and McKay’s to
take *em up to-morrow—he’s going up anyhow on
business. I reckon they’ll pass two such little chaps
over the railroad for nothing, and if they won’t, Ill
see they get their fare paid. Allie sent a note telling
them all about it with the clothes. The train stopped
at Carver City for breakfast, and she run up town
and got the things and sent them right back ; Joyce
give ’em to me to bring out. She said she was
uneasy about the two young ones for fear they would
feel cut up at being left a day behind, but it’s in
Jack’s favor; they want to get something done for
him as quick as they can. Ho, Rheem!” cried John,
stepping to the edge of the porch, “ho, Maddie!
Come here! got something for ye. Where ave they?”

“Oh, not far off,” said Priscilla, “they'll get hun-
gry and come in pretty soon —sit down to dinner.”

But Rome and Remus were some distance off,
stepping along in the densest part of the woods, like
a pair of white Siamese twins, the spread folded
equally over their tropical garments, and Rome, feel-
ing more humiliation than her mate who had less
delicacy and more love for adventure, of course, was
saying. under her breath with a sob, “It’s just as
mean as dirt, so it is!”

John White, going into the sitting-room to unfold
his weekly paper after dinner, found on the door-step
his linen coat and loaned trousers lying folded nicely
beside Priscilla’s long calico basque and overskirt,
and his kind lips pulled themselves away out in front
of his face for a mighty whistle. He took one step
into the dining-room:

“ Jerusalem artichokes, Priscilla!”

(TO BE CONTINUED.)



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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.
PART Il.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER VI.

MISS GAFF, AND SMALLER FRY.

HICAGO

opened
her arms not
unkindly to the
Bunch. How
huge and love-
ly she looked
to their village
eyes! They
came—not by
hack, I assure
you, nor by
street car, but
quietly patting along on their own feet, through
street after street, over crossing after crossing, to
the building in which Ben had rented rooms, and
Allie, who gave up her school to stay by the others,
hoped to find employment. They led Jack between
two of them. Arty was a good traveller, and only
asked to hold some one’s dress or hand while his
great eyes took in all the strange sights, and his
boots kept time with the family march.

They had no luggage to move.

The house, when they arrived before it, towered
high above their heads and was squeezed. in a long
row of houses, all so exactly alike that they looked
like palings in a fence; all painted -alike, but with
different numbers on their foreheads. It was built
of brick and approached by a flight of steps. They
approached it and rang the bell. The street was not
a stylish one, but it looked very nice, and Loo
thought she got a glimpse of the lake from the top of
the steps.

“What lake?” asked Arty, who had been quiet






during the whole day’s run on the train, absorbing
everything with his eyes.

“Take Michigan,” replied Ben.

“What is Lake Michigan ?”

“ A great big pond,” replied Jack.

The door was opened by a German girl, with a
good-natured but stupid look. They made quite a
formidable little party on the steps, and she stared
at them.

“We are the folks who are to live on the top
floor,” said Ben.

At this she opened the door wide, and they all
entered.

“Ts Miss Gaff in?” inquired Ben.

“No,” replied Minnie, in the high key peculiar to
German voices. “She gone to see her patients.
She been home to dinner-time.”

“We'll just go up-stairs,” said Ben ; and they pro-
ceeded to mount, the girls walking on either side of
Jack, and’ Ben leading Arty, who toiled up flight
after flight, puffing louder on every landing.

“My gracious, Ben! are we going to the sky?”
asked Allie.

“Sometime, I hope.
the fourth floor.”

The stairs were uncarpeted, but they were built cf

But just now we’re going to

dark, rich-colored wood. There was a heavy, sub-

stantial air about the whole building.

When they got to the top they found a kind of ves-
tibule, which opened into a set of rooms, five in num-
ber. Allie looked around, wondering blankly how
she should ever furnish them, They were pretty as
they were, however. The walls were finished in
rough plaster, and every room done in a particular
kind of wood. That one overlooking the street was
finished in oak, the one next it in cherry; a small
entry and the bath-room, which divided these two
from the rest of the set, were in walnut, and the re-
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ash. Real woods, polished, without any varnish.
The windows were double, and. each sash contained
but one pane of plate glass. There were two gas
chandeliers, and gas coming through burners at the
sides of the rooms. Loo was impressed with the
‘possible beauty of the place, and especially with the
grates ; there being one in every room except that
one designed for the kitchen, where a small range
waited.

“We sha’n’t have to buy any stoves!” she ex-
claimed in ecstasy. “These are lots prettier than
the old Franklin, too!”

“Isn't the rent awful high?” asked Allie, suspi-
ciously.

“It’s two hundred a year,” said Ben, “but we
might have had to pay half as much more for the
worst kind of places. Rents are always high in
towns; and mind, Allie, the rent’s to come out of
what Miss Gaff pays you for keeping house for her.”

“T Aope I'll suit her.”

“The reason that we get these rooms so low is,
that Miss Gaff bought this house in the row, and she
won’t take anybody for tenants except folks who hap-
pen to please her, She’s very particular. I guess
our being from the country was a good deal in our
favor. There are three floors besides the basement.
She has the first floor ; the second one’s empty, and
we took the third. All the families in the house
can have their washing done in the basement. There
are drying places and all.”

“But think,” cried housekeeper Loo, “of dragging
the water for cooking clear up all those stairs, and
carrying slops down —”

“Look here,” said Ben, stepping up to the kitchen-
sink near which he happened to be. He turned on
the cold water, then the steaming hot water, and they
all saw it sink away with great admiration. They
were initiated into all the mysteries and conven-
iences of the flat—even Jack, who poked his finger
under the hot stream and jumped, saying, “ Christo-
pher Columbus!” and, while his quick hands felt sil-
ver faucets, or smooth wood, or promising grate,
could not help crying out: “Oh, children, I wish I
could see!”

“Bless your dear old head!” said “Allie, patting
his bandages, “you shai see after ’while!”

“Jacky,” cried Arty, pulling him by the trousers’
leg to something he admired, “can’t you see: this?



Jacky, look right tight at it— can’t you see it?”

“Id rather see you, Muggins. Give me a good
square hug, will you? A good square one, mind,
not one of your little squeezes.”

Jack dropped on his knee, and he and Arty
clasped arms around each other for the “ squarest ”
and heartiest kind of an embrace; then Arty put
some sugar kisses on the tip of Jack’s visible nose,
and not a disappointing “dog-kiss” among them.
Arty was five years old, but always Jack’s baby.

“Now,” said Ben, “ let’s sit down and see how we
stand,”

This rather contradictory thing they proceeded to
do. They camped in a huddle on the polished
floor.

“Pve got,” said the young pater-familias, turning
out the contents of his pocket-book, “after paying
for four of us — Arty was passed — ten dollars! We
don’t owe a cent in New Town.”

“That’s a blessing,” said Allie, “ and,”’ turning
out her own portemonnaie, “ after paying fifteen dol-
lars for things for Maude and Rheem, and part for
the clothes we have on —we girls —I have twenty
dollars out of my last month’s salary.”

“ And there was the Association Fund,” said Jack,
“that we put in Mr. Joyce’s safe over at the station.”

“We put that into the house, you know.”

“O yes, so we did. I’d just drawn my money be-
fore the house burnt, so I’ve no cash to stock in,
now. I’d ’a got a place to be telegraph-operator,
soon,” mourned Jack, aside.

“Thirty-five dollars. That’s a pretty slim stock to
go to housekeeping on!” :

“Yes, but it’s considerably better than nothing.”

“So it is!” they all exclaimed.

“We must pay half a month’s rent in advance out
of it,” said Ben ; “ but I go right to work the first of
the week, and we can get things as we need them.
First thing I do, I’ll order a load of coal to cook
with.”

“ And where’ll we put it?” cried Loo, aghast.

This led to a pilgrimage to the coal-closet, which
they found on opening a smooth-finished door in the
vestibule.

““The man that brings it will find the closet,” said
Ben.

Then they camped again. Allie took out her lead-
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needed at once. She hesitated, looked anxious.

“ Our rent out, Ben, how much will that leave ?”

“Twenty-seven doilars and sixty-two and a half
cents.”

“Then there will be Rome and Rheem’s fare? ”

“T think they’ll come half price. I'll settle that
with Mr. McKay.”

“We're under obligations to all the good New
Town folks who took us after the fire. I’ll crochet
white woolen sacques for all Mrs. Darling’s babies
before Christmas’? —then the magnitude of this un-
dertaking appearing to her, Allie amended, “or, for
as many as I can. Well, say we have twenty-seven
dollars.” ,

“We'll not need cupboards,” said Loo, pointing to
the sheived closets.

“And we can camp with very, very few dishes un-
til we get more money. Six plates, six cups, and sau-
cers —O, the spoons, the knives, the forks! how
they’ll cost!”

“Don’t forget assorted platters,” put in Loo, “ and
four or five vegetable covers, and ¢.we/ve little fruits —”

“Loo Dogberry, do you know we shall have to buy
every potato and every scrap of fruit we eat? -We
have no garden, now!” :

“We'll Aave to get pots and pans and a broiler —”

“No we shan’t,” cried Ben, opening a closet be-
side the end of the range and showing the range’s
full outfit. :

“OQ, what a blessed place!” cried Loo, in ecstasy.

“What are we going to sleep on?” inquired Jack,
whose head was, even then, aching uncomplainingly
for a place to lay itself.

The rest stared at each other, aghast.

“If we buy as much as one bed-room set,” said
Allie, in despair, “it’ll take all we’ve got, and leave
nothing to Ha food ; and we mustn’t think of car-
pets!”

-“ Why een we?” cried Ben. “They aren’t the
thing in this kind of a house. Look at the floors!
Do you suppose they finished them up in that way
to. be covered? Miss Gaff says all they ought to
have is a drugget in the middle ; and we'll buy drug-
gets when we get farther along.”

Loo looked at the narrow, glistening boards not
unkindly.

“They'll be easily washed,” she said.

“T'll go,” said Ben, after profound thought, “and



buy two large mattresses and a little one, and some
coal, and something to eat, and a mighty few dishes,
That seems best, doesn’t it, Allie? The mattresses
will cost about fifteen dollars. We can put ’em up
on bedsteads when we can afford the bedsteads. It’s
so warm we sha’n’t need covers.”’

“That'll do firstrate,” said Allie, “and we'll pick
our bed-rooms. O, we'll get fixed up lovely one of
these days!”

“T tell you, now,” cried Jack, “take that hundred
dollars of mine and get what you want. You can
get it of Mr. McKay, treasurer.”

“No, sir,” said Ben, firmly, “we won’t, my son.
You'll need it all; and, as to the children’s money,
we'll never touch that. Suppose anything should
happen to us older ones, they’d have nothing to fall
back upon.”

“ Now, Loo,”
what we must have.

said Allie, ‘ let’s make a list of only
Plates, cups —I wonder if we

can’t do without cups ? — knives — knives and forks.

Oh dear!”

' “Something to eat,first,” begged Ben. ‘The easi-
est way would be for us all to go to a restaurant, but
we can’t afford to think of it. Loo, couldn’t you
heat the kettle and make some coffee? And I’ll get
a baker’s big loaf aud some potatoes ad I think a
beefsteak would be best for us.’

They were agreed on that, Loo admonishing her
market-bound brother not to forget salt and butter.

“For this time,” said she, with alacrity, “when
Pve broiled the steak, PI cut it up and put it be-
tween slices of bread — with this big knife; and
here’s a dipper, we can take turns drinking out of
that !— O, milk, Ben, milk and sugar!”

Ben made memoranda and shook his head.

“We'll have to be very careful,” said he.

“ Ben, what sort of woman is Miss Gaff? ” inquired
the bandaged boy, who was obliged to paint inward
pictures for himself now.

“Well, she’s real nice.
short, but pretty thin.”

“Ts she pretty?” asked Allie,

“ She’s — good-looking.”

“What did the girl mean by saying she had gone
to see her patients ?”’ asked Loo,

“Why, she’s a doctor!”

“A doctor! I think a woman doctor must be hor:
rid!” ©

She isn’t very tall nor very



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Jack tugged
at his bandages.
“Bring her up!

Let me see her. I

never saw a woman

doctor in my life.”

“T tell you, now,
she’s smart!’’
cried Ben. ‘“Any-
body could tell
that by looking at
her, and to see
her get into her buggy when it’s brought to the door,
and pick up the lines and drive off.”

’ “Does she wear a plug hat and carry pill-bags?”
asked Jack, excitedly.

“No! what are you talking about! She wears a
pretty little hat, and takes her medicine in a kind of
case, though I guess she always has a lot more hid
about the buggy. She makes lots of money.”

““EHow do you know?”

“When I was here the day I came for rooms, four
or five persons called for her. She has her office on
the first floor at one side of the hall.”

Allie was looking dejected. She did not enjoy the
‘situation.

‘‘T’ll have to send coal first,” said Ben, returning
to the original subject, as a matter of course, “ and
I'll send it from the very first coal-yard I see; and
some kindling. ” 4

He was going out into the vestibule when a pat of
steps coming up the stairs made him pause.

“Here she comes, I do believe!”

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“Oh, you’re there, are you, Pater
familias? Did you bring your
family?”

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Ben, push-
ing the door wide ; “‘ here they are.”

Miss Gaff came in among them;
she wore a black cashmere, trimmed
with silk, fitting her closely, but
trailing slightly; a gold watch and
black woven guard ; her heavy brown
hair was coiled on the top of her
head, and straight, unruly bits of it
strayed into her neck; spotless collar and cuffs, a
round gold brooch ; a pleasant face with a reddish
tint, large eyes and broad nose: this was Miss Gaff.

An atmosphere of beneficence tempered with a
tendency to harmless prejudices, entered with her.
The children-all rose up from the floor. She made
first for Jack: :

“Why, what’s the matter with the little man’s eyes?”

“ He was the one that got burnt, ma’am.”

“ Badly?”

“So he’s been bandaged ever since.
told you that our house burned down?”

“Yes; and I must have a look at those eyes.”

She turned towards Allie: “This is your oldest
sister ? ”

“ Yes, ma’am, the one that is to keep house for
you. And this is Loo and this is our baby, Arty.”

Miss Gaff shook hands with all of them ; she had
a long, slender white hand, soft, but firm to the touch.

“Well, make yourselves at home,” said she. ‘Of
course, Miss Allie, you'll want to get things running
comfortably up here before you begin with me. How
do you like the flat?”

The Bunch chorussed heartily that they thought it
was splendid

Miss Gaff led them over it again, and showed them
conveniences which they had not discovered.

“When will your furniture come?” she asked.

The Bunch looked at each other, and from smiling
shamefacedly, proceeded on to a broad laugh.

“When we earn it, ma’am!” said Ben.

“Oh, you lost everything in the fire. That was too
bad.”

“Yes, ma’am, and we’re obliged to go slow in get-
ting things till we can make things work around right
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“Tt was too bad, ” repeated Miss Gaff. “But I
thought there were seven of you?”

“ The twins are coming on to-morrow. ”

“Twins, eh? Well, how are you going to arrange
your rooms ?”

It was very easy to be confidential with Miss Gaff.
They all ran and showed her which room was to be
the boys’, which the girls’, which the dining-room and
which the parlor. She was very cheerful and _ busi-
ness-like. And for their encouragement told them

‘how hard she had worked in her own life, first to
support herself after her father, who had been, worth
several hundred thousand dollars, failed; and next
to learn her profession and next to get established
in it. :

“ But there are people now,” said Miss Gaff, en-
thusiastically, to the Bunch, with pardonable pride in
her success, “ who have faith in no other physician,
and who telegraph back to me for orders when they
leave the city. Some of the very ones who thought
medicine was not a fit calling for a woman! ”

She was full of oddities, and queer confidences and
kind impulses. She was a lady about thirty-six years
old, with an older benignity about her which suited
her style and profession.

Ben offered her half a month’s rent in advance.
This was simply a guaranty of good faith on his part,
for the arrangement was that she should pay Allie a
hundred a year over and above the rent—if the plan
proved mutually agreeable. But coming in without
bag or baggage, Ben and Allie both felt that their
respectability demanded an advance, for fear unfore-
seen circumstances might terminate the engagement
before it was fairly entered into on Allie’s part.

Miss Gaff put their money back into Ben’s pocket-
book herself, strapped it up and told him not to let
her hear of it again. She then told them all to come
down and dine with her, and would hear of no ex-
cuses, after which she went down-stairs and Ben took
Allie with him to select such necessary articles as
their money would buy.. They ordered coal and
bought matresses ; and having fully thirty-five dollars
since the rent was not deducted, gratefully got a table
and some towels, besides the kitchen supplies Ben at
first proposed. The table-ware demanding time and
consideration, they postponed selecting any until next
morning, for Miss Gaff might wait dinner for them.

“We'll picnic for breakfast,” said Allie.





Minnie did not let them in. She was serving up
dinner.’ Miss Gaff’s coachman opened the door and
showed them into a parlor through the second door
in the hall. It was a very queer parlor. The other
children had been rung down and were surrounding
Miss Gaff, while she showed them some of the bottle
wonders of her museum. One whole end of the
room was a cabinet, carefully covered with glazed
doors to keep dust and meddlesome fingers out of
Miss Gaff’s treasures. She had pickled toads and
snakes of the strangest species, from the flat-headed
copper-snake of the North, to the asp of Egypt. She
had a shark’s jaws with three rows of horrible notched
teeth in it; an Aztec’s skull; fossil pappooses ; res-
urrection plants looking like dried branches, but when
she put one in water it spread out delicately, as full
of life as the freshest flower; minerals and fossils
without number, all labelled and in the nicest order ;
a stone full of garnets, and any quantity of quartz
with heavy gold streaks leading through it. Miss
Gaff seemed to have pushed these precious minerals
into a corner, and rather to dislike the sight of them,
at which the children wondered, but they afterwards
learned why. The beloved part of her collection
was the bottled monsters ; she pointed at the beauty
of their construction and gave an animated little lec-
ture on their habits in life. Arty, however, was best
pleased with an exhibition she gave them with a little
gray cone, the size of your thumb-end. She touched
a match to the tip—it began to hiss and rise up, scaly
fold over scaly fold till it lay a coil-of-dust-snake on |
the table. He never saw such a firework before.

Minnie rang the bell and Miss Gaff led her guests
out to dinner. Loo was crowded back, and making
a misstep pushed the door behind her; something
began to clatter in that corner at the end of the cab-
inet: she looked, and sprang straight up with a
shriek, for there was a human skeleton dancing airily
on nothing and seeming to make fantastic offers of
its hands to give her a swing!

“Oh, don’t be startled,” said Miss Gaff, looking
back ; “its only Bony; I dissected and put him to-
gether myself—with some assistance about cleaning
the bones.”

Loo felt profound respect for Miss Gaff, but her
flesh crept on her own bones in spite of reasoning.

“ Hollo! what’s this?” exclaimed Ben, “ I’nstep-
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“Let me see,
turtles |”

“Tt’s a rosette off a slipper, isn’t it?’ asked Allie.

But she dropped it like a coal as its pointed tail
and groping head appeared and disappeared.

Miss Gaff laughed, and gathering it up tenderly
carried it into the dining-room and placed it in a sort
of terrapin-pen, where tortoise-backs in as many
stages of development as Mrs. Darling’s babies were
slowly disporting themselves. Before sitting down to
table she showed them her aquarium, which was
beautiful. Miss Gaff allowed no one to attend to it
but herself, and built up the arch of stones in the
middle of it a-fresh every morning.

“I always rise at about five o’clock, ” shesaid, “TI
cannot sleep in the morning, and it usually keeps me
till business hours finding my pets and renovating
their houses. Where is Stripey?” she exclaimed,
looking about blankly ; “why, he’s slipped out of his
box into the room, some place !”

“Who is Stripey?” asked Loo, beginning to feel
cold streaks down her spine.

“Oh, he’s my little spotted snake—but you needn’t
feel afraid of him a mite, he’s perfectly harmless —”

“O—o—oh!” cried Allie, with a little shriek —
“something’s on my foot — round my ankle!”

And in sympathy with her the children all began to
execute a kind of war-dance.

Miss Gaff, laughingly, stooped down and disen-
tangled her pet from the trembling girl, and held him
up in her hands, to show how harmless he was. But
his scaly back, his sinuous length and diamond
points of eyes made them instinctively shudder with
ancient hatred of the snake, while they sincerely tried
to admire, ,

“Naughty boy,” cooed Miss Gaff, while she’ put
him back into a box half full of earth, and furnished
with all the conveniences of snake domestic life,
“did he get out and look all over de house for his
mistress, and get on de Strange lady’s ankle? He
often coils round my feet,” she explained to the
Bunch, “and lies sunning himself there while I am
studying, with the tip of his tail curled around his
neck, as contentedly as a kitten.”

The children tried to fancy his snakeship purring,
to complete the picture of his innocence. They sat
down to table and found a bountiful dinner. There

Why, it’s one of my little shell-

was roast veal, a great variety of vegetables, but first



of alla very nice soup; and dessert plates of pie
and an iced pudding, with cheese, waited on the side-
board for the change.

“Minnie cooks decently,” said Miss Gaff, “but
she needs some one to look after her all the time.
Now she has forgotten to put on the salts!” She
touched a bell, Minnie appeared, and breathing apol-
ogies when she found what was wanted, produced
the salt-bottles from a shelf of the side-board.

As she came in, a bound, a scuffle anda bark fol-
lowed her, and six dogs, wagging their tails nearly off
and all attracted to Miss Gaff as planets are pulled
to the sun, jumped up in bunches and by pairs, and
singly on the back of her chair, licking her face.

“Why, why, why!” exclaimed Miss Gaff, who had
now finished pouring the coffee, “couldn’t dey stay
out one evening, but must dey come to see dey mis-
tis anyhow?”

“Yowp !” yelled the Newfoundland.

“Woo—wooh!” declared the snowy Spitz.

“Wee —e!” whined an ebony-nosed terrier twist-
ing himself nearly in two with delight.

“ Bowwh!” burst out Lucky, a house-dog, so
heavy and awkward and large that his tail, which kept
up a circular motion like a windmill, was in danger of
knocking over something or some small person.

Wix, a shaggy black and white mongrel who looked
like a dwarfed Newfoundland, went off into a succes:
sion of barks, and a very slender, graceful hound
placed his paws on the table and looked at all the
company.

“Shall I put them out, ma’am?” asked Minnie,
about to return to the kitchen.

“No; let them be; they want to get acquainted
with the folks. Wix, my little boy, put your hair out
of your eyes!”

Wix, whose shaggy locks half hid his bright orbs,
certainly made great efforts with his tail, but wag he
never so hard, he couldn’t wag his eyes clear. Miss
Gaff gave him a bite of veal and all the other dogs
made a focus of their noses in the spot where Wix
snapped it. Arty was greatly amused, but he drew
his legs up under him when the hound’s cold nose
investigated the backs of them.

“Do — they — stay in the kitchen?” inquired
Alice, with some hesitation.

Miss Gaff laughed. “Were you ‘going to give no
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“Oh, no!” exclaimed Allie.

“ They have a kennel of their own in the back
yard,” continued their mistress; “a separate apart-
ment for every dog in it. They get along splendidly
together. I daren’t let them run in the streets, so I
give them the run of my rooms. Sometimes I take
one or two in the buggy with me. They are quite a
happy family. ”

The dogs, whose voices had been joining in a low
growl over a plate Miss Gaff had filled and set for
them, with a napkin under it, on the carpet, now
raised a terrific snarl and several yelps, while Wix
came toward her carrying one paw, and tears in his
eyes if one could see them.

“You naughty boys!” cried their mistress, “ just
when I’m telling how peaceable you are! Did they
bite his foot ?”

She reached down and took the plate away from
them, and they all wagged their tails and squatted in
pleading repentance; but not another morsel were
they allowed to have before company; she made
them all go and sit in a disconsolate row by the wall,
where they blinked, or licked their chops or snapped
at a fly—exceping Wix, whose foot had fallen a prey
to some of his brethren’s ill-nature ; him she allowed
to sit beside her skirt, and this favor so elated him
that he beat the floor with his tail to that degree it
seemed he would either break through into the cellar
or irreparably damage his tail. As dinner proceeded
and Miss Gaff’s protecting kindness towards all
creatures became more and more apparent, the chil-
dren were quite fascinated by her. Their company

seemed good for her, also; she was very attentive to.

their wants, and as busy as the matron of avery large
orphan asylum. She ate very little herself, but Allie
observed she was an exquisite epicure, and even dis-
turbed by the way dishes were set on the table. Allie
resolved when she took Miss Gaff’s housekeeping in
hand to take the table-laying into her own hands and
make a fine art of it. Minnie changed their plates,
and they took dessert. Miss Gaff had new coffee
made and ordered down a certain old set of painted
china cups to drink the dessert coffee from.

“ By the way, ” said she, “have you bought table-
ware yet?”

“We're going out to pick some in the morning, ”
began Ben.

“You needn’t. I have a dinner set in the closet







that I never use —I don’t like the pattern, and 1 like
to mix my table ware now, and not have things so
uniform. You can use it till you get rich and proud
enough to refurnish your table according to your
minds. ”

“But if anything should get broken,’
anticipating the distress of such an accident.

-“ Pooh! Take it and use it. Minnie, wash up
that dinner set we never use, and take it up-stairs.
Come here, sirs,’’ said Miss Gaff, immediately, bring-
ing the dogs out to turn aside any grateful speeches,
“now sit up!”

They all set on their haunches, the Newfoundland,
the lubber, the hound, the Spitz, the terrier and Wix.
Their fore paws hung down helplessly and their tails
moved in meek chorus. She gavea little speech on
the duties of dogs in civilized communities, and dis-
missed them with a pat upon the head of each, and
they went to their kennel to be fed by Minnie. Miss
Gaff took the children back into the parlor, and hav-
ing noticed that they could examine curiosities with-
out handling or injuring them, she begun a little
business chat with Allie. She liked the girl’s fresh,
lady-like appearance. Allie was now twenty, but
looked much younger; the school-room had given
her manners a certain precision, but country freedom
and the constant company of the rest of the Bunch
had kept her face undinted and unfaded.

“T have two people,” said Miss Gaff: “ Minnie,
and Jacob, my coachman. His room is in the base-
ment, and he takes care of himself. Minnie does
the laundry-work in another part of the basement.
She is a good girl and not very wasteful ; but I need
some one to oversee the house all the time. I don’t
like her to touch this room except when I am by;
she has no idea of the value of a collection. Doyou
see?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Allie timidly.

“Well, I have my dresses done out of the house,
always. But I never get a morsel of time for plain
sewing and the house suffers for it. D’llshow you my
rooms,” said Miss Gaff; which she did. Her own
chamber was a sort of gymnasium, with trapezes, In-
dian clubs, dumb-bells and health-lift. “I take ex-
ercise before I dress, in the morning,” she explained,
“after my bath.”

There were besides her private rooms, a kitchen
and pantries, the dining-room, a store room and Min-

? said Loo,



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nie’s bed-chamber. All of these were abundantly
furnished. Allie was to sleep up-stairs with her sis-
ter, which pleased her, but the rest of her life was
to be below.

“I don’t want you to imagine,” said Miss Gaff,
“that you must stay close here, like a prisoner. Only
keep a supervision of everything — as if it were your
house instead of mine. ”

Sweet Alice began to feel solid satisfaction in the
prospect. She received keys and a set of account
books, and declared herself ready to begin next day,
for the Bunch’s domestic affairs were in a state which
her presence could not help ; and Loo was the trained
housekeeper.

Jack groped for an ottoman and pushed it up in
front of Miss Gaff.

“I wish our other two children were here,” said
he, “and I wish I could see you.” His tone was
one of such undisguised admiration that Miss Gaff
laughed.

“T want to examine your eyes, my son, first thing
in themorning. You're going to Dr. Marlowe’s?”

“Yes, ma’am. ”

“ He’s very good — very good in his specialty. I’ll
drive you round there when I start on my rounds,
and get his opinion.”

“You're real good,” said Jack.

“I wish Maud and Rheem could see these,” Loo
was remarking, uncertain whether they should ever
again have the entree of this museum-parlor. “Miss
Gaff, ” she called out mildly, “didn’t these beautiful
yellow-streaked white rocks come out of a gold mine?”

“Yes,” snapped Miss Gaff, pulling her eyebrows
together so that a deep, upright wrinkle stood be-
tween them, “ that’s where father’s money went.



Mines, mines, mines! And after losing everything
else in speculating he lost himself prospecting a mine.”

“How?” begged the Bunch.

“Disappointment and fever,” said Miss Gaff,
“Don’t speak about it any more. I never talk of it.”
She reached out and took the hand of Arty who was
leaning against his eldest sister, and telling Loo to
“never mind” when that tender hearted girl tried to
apologize, began to talk nervously to him in German,
much to his astonishment.

“ Bibchen, wie befinded sie sich.?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Arty, widening his eyes.

“ Ach, so?” said Miss Gaff, laughing. “ Sprachen
ste ein lied;

“Die Rose, die Lily, die Taube, die Sonne,
Ste liebt Ith ernst alle in liecbes wonne :
Leh liebt sie nicht mehr, Ich liebe”



“T can’t understan’ that,” said Arty.

The bell rung. Miss Gaff was in request to see a
patient on the other side of the city. She called for
Jacob and the pheeton immediately, and had her hat
and gloves and sacque on, to a nicety, her case ready
and her remedies forecast, before the Bunch could
marshal themselves to bid her good evening. They
went up-stairs and she drove off.

“Tm glad the twins will sleep more comfortably
than we do, to-night,” said Alice, when the matresses
were brought up from a dray, and she gazed at ban-
daged Jack, and felt how cool the lake winds could
be even on summer nights.

Rome and Remus were at that moment stretching
their weary limbs under a walnut tree, and looking up
at the dark sky.





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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.
PART II,



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER XIX.

CHILDREN OF’ THE WOOD.

T was a fine spreading walnut tree, in fact a noble
I specimen of its class, but it didn’t seem to suit
them.

“If we weren’t so tired we’d look fora /oller tree,”
said Remus.

“Yes,” responded Rome, “I’d rather be ina hollow
one. But dears get in them, don’t they?”

Remus was cross: he was hungry: he was beaten
back,

“I just as lieves as not one would eat us up.”

Maude demurred. “TI don’t want to be eat up. I
rather have something to eat myself!”

They cuddled quietly awhile. It was a warm even-
ing in the woods; the murderous mosquitoes were
thick, and hunted the children till they hid clear under
the spread which looked like a collapsed tent. Occa-
sionally an industrious mosquito bored through this
and brought the blood and a start out of their unpro-
tected little bodies.

Rome’s mind was busy with stories of children lost
in the woods, and a “large animal bounding out of
the bushes towards them.” In the story it always
turned out to be the family dog seeking them, but in
their case she knew it would prove a bear if not a lion
oran elephant! If a rabbit startled the grass her
heart jumped.

“What’ll we do for breakfast, Rheemie?” she in-
quired, facing between whiles their prospect of indefi-
nite fasting.

Rheem snored.

She repeated her question. He snored louder.
From this delicate hint she gathered that the mind
masculine did not wish to be disturbed further, and
she took a turn in the spread and tried to snug down
in the roots of the tree. They had two deep little
cribs, tolerably cushioned with leaves, but the ants



were there before them and came out and bit the in:
truders,

“T can’t stand this!” cried Remus forgetting his
snore and bouncing out of his crib.

“Neither can I!” cried Rome, bouncing up also.

“Let’s climb the tree and sleep in the limbs,” sug
gested her brother, and she agreed rather doubtfully.

They pulled themselves up the shaggy trunk of the
walnut, and when they reached the first large timbs
Remus had an inspiration ; he bade his twin stand and
hold by the trunk till he fixed what he meant to, and
she watched in wonder. He ripped the spread down
the centre and tied the halves in tremendous knots to
even limbs, making two pretty white hammocks. He
tested the strength of both hammocks himself and
showed Maude how reliable they were, She crept
into hers and lay down in ecstecy, slightly lessoned by
the hold which a persevering mosquito had upon her
shoulder. It was ten feet above the ground, but the
knots were stout ; it was near enough to her twin for
her to reach over and touch his head if she got fright-
ened, and deep enough for her to roll over without
tumbling out. They swung like a pair of complacent
bats and fought mosquitoes with renewed energy. All
they needed now was food and clothing and a pocket
map of the road to Chicago to which city by tacit
agreement they were making their way, to overwhelm
with surprise and remorse the seceded part of the
family.

A mother-bird up higher in the tree, stirred and
scolded her wakeful babies. Rome started up and
grasped Remus.

“Tt’s a Bugaboo!”

“Tisn’t! It’s a bird.”

Rome nestled again and slapped mosquitoes. How
fierce was their droning war-cry, how sudden and’
sharp their attacks, how persistent their boring.

“TLet’s tell stories,” said Remus, swinging his ham.
mock and pretending to be in a state of oriental en-
joyment,



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72

“{ wish I could hear Arty make some,” sighed
Rome, “he’s so cunning! Don’t you remember that
one he used to say about ‘There was an old woman
sat down to ’pin, and she heard somefin go boo-ah!
boo-ah ! boo-ah! and she looked up and there was a
great big bugaboo bear.’”’

“Qh, pshaw!” snuffed Remus, glancing around
the darkened landscape over the side of his hammock,
“who wants to hear about bears ? ”

“Wouldn’t you be scared if you’d see one?
can climb trees, can’t they!”

Bears





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“Keep still,” hushed Remus, which caution made
his twin grab at him and cry out in a startled voice —
ce Why? 3

Her own ears told her why. A swish, swish, swish
of shrubs and a crackle of dry sticks on the ground
announced the near presence of something. She cow-
ered like a little lady snail in her shell.

“Hullo, you, up there! have you
selves ?”

Remus now cowered too, half in dread and half in
shame ; it was John White’s voice; the dear old fel-
low who was always pulling them out

hung your-







of scrapes, stood at the foot of the











tree.

































“T heard you talking, so you





needn’t hide! What’s that you’ve
swung up — that white stuff?”



“11's A BUGABOO.”

“There aren’¢ any in these woods; they were all
killed off long ago.”

“Rheemie, did you ever hear the story about the hunt-
er that a bear ate up? When the country was new.
I guess it was in these woods. I always got scared
when I thought about it. The folks found his boot
and his gun and his bed. Oh Rhemie, how’ll he res-
urrect out of the bear and how’ll his head resurrect
to the rest of him?”

Maude was quite overcome and shut her eyes, shud-
dering.



“ Our spread,” piped Maude, look-
ing down at him, her heart lightened
by the sight, though they had run
away from his house.

“Well, what are you doing here?
Have you turned out to run wild
in the woods?”

“We're going to Chicago,” said
Remus, showing his head.

“Yes, you look like it! ‘Rockaby
baby on the tree top, when the wind
blows the cradle will rock.’ Well,
what’s the matter with you young-
sters, anyhow? Went off without
your dinner, or any clothes — kept
me hunting for you all the after-
noon ; you ought to have told Pris-
cillaif you wanted to have a scamper
in the woods; we’ve been uneasy
about you.”

“She said we were underfoot,”
burst from Rome’s troubled bosom,

“Oh!” laughed John, and he chuckled awhile un-
der the tree; “she can cook good dinners, though,”
he added by way of apology for Priscilla.

“ The rest went off and left us,’ said Rheem, shak-
ing his head with some threatening intimation of what
he would do yet.

“And Jacey Dixon said they didn’t want us,”
added Rome ; “and we had no clothes and no money,
and we were going to Chicago to show ’em we could
come anyhow!”



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. “We wasn’t goin’ to tag ’em, though!” corrected
Remus with spirit. :

“Yes. Well, Jacey Dixon usually tells the whole
truth and nothing but the truth, doesn’t he? For in-
stance, the time he saw Arty going to the old tannery
in Billy’s rag-sack ?” ;

“T went my own self and asked Mr. Thomas, too,
and 4e said they’d all gone to Chicago.”

“And did he say they had to leave you on account
of buying ready-made clothes to send back? and that
Lawyer McKay was to take youup to-morrow? He'll
be disappointed when he calls for you and finds you’re
not there,” said John.

He smiled, The hammocks both gave an uneasy
squirm. :

“Allie got off at Carver City, and ran up street
while the train waited for breakfast, and bought
clothes to send right back to you ; she sent a note, too.
Mr. Joyce gave me the bundle at noon!” John added,
more as a soliloquy than a remark, “ Priscilla might
have made them some things, but she’s so busy with
house-work I guess she didn’t think about it.”

Rome and Remus leaned over the sides of their
hammocks with sheep-faced looks which the dusk
could not veil. :

“Hadn't you better come down,” said John, “and
go home and have some supper? TI guess you can
stand our house one night more!”

His thrust and the rankling of family troubles quite
pierced Maude’s tender heart. She began to cry.
Remus crawled out of his hammock and began to
untie it, with sturdy grunts at every hard pull.

“I like to stay at your house first-rate, Mr. White—
(uh !)—but I thought we oughtn’t stay there always
—(uh !)—and we didn’t know what they meant. Ben
said he’d send word what we were to do—(uh !)—this
is hard to untie!”

“He did send word from Chicago: Jack’s eyes
were so bad they started with him almost as soon as
they got the word. He has to be doctored.”

“Jacey Dixon said he was blind as a fish-worm!?’
" wept Maude, adding this to her general grief,

“Well, so he may be,” said John, gravely, “if some-
thing isn’t done for him early.” He reached up his
arms to take the wandering little girl down as she
scrambled backwards. Remus unfastened the other
hammock and dropped with both of them. He and
Rome wrapped themselves up like Choctaws. Remus



hung back but Maude was glad to return to civilized
life. John White gave one of his forefingers to each
of them, and these new Children in the Wood,
trotted along beside him as trustfully as the less for-
tunate ones of the old story went with their bad
uncle.

He said nothing more to upbraid them, but all that
great mountain of remorse which they were going to
pile on their family, rolled back upon themselves!

Said Remus to Mr, White — incidentally :

“I hope the rest won’t hear about — our thinking
they’d leftus. It might hurt their feelings !”

“T hope they won’t,” said John.

“Do you suppose Mr. McKay will tell them?”

“Not unless somebody tells him.”

“ Doesn’t everybody at your house know we came
off?”

“T guess nobody knows the whole thing but Pris-
cilla and I, and Priscilla never talks much; that’s a
good thing,” said John, slily, “ quietness is.”

“Yes, it is,” said Remus.

“Now I'll tell you what to do. You can slip in
the front way ; the bundle of things is on the settee,
You can pick them out and put them on before you
come to supper. They’re waitin’ supper for me, and
the rest’ll all be on the back porch, or about. And
we needn’t say that you took off my coat and pants
and Priscilla’s things, for fear of s’iling them before
you started on your ramble!”

Rome rubbed her cheek against the big forefinger
which led her and said, “Youre the loveliest man I
ever saw in the world |”

CHAPTER XxX.
JIPPETY.

The rest of the Bunch did not hear of the twins’
distrust and flight, therefore, until they burst into
Miss Gaff’s top flat and told it themselves! go-
ing from one member of the family to another with
kisses and penitent squeezes. Mr. McKay brought
them to the street door and left them: he was too
busy to climb up and see his wards that day, and
they were glad of it when they considered the un-
furnished state of their rooms. He told Allie the
two young children came over the road for nothing,
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a a a ae ee ee,

he would look in on the Bunch the next time he
came up, he hurried off.

Like bees in a bee-hive, the Bunch fell to system-
atic work. Ben was employed in building: but
before he had been in the city many weeks his ambi-
tion took definite shape. He meant to learn archi-
tecture ; the architect under whom he was working
proved a friend to him, and though all he could then
earn was scant for the family emergencies, he looked
forward to a career of satisfaction and success. All
his spare time he put upon his favorite study ; he had
the free use of the architect’s office, of evenings, and
it never saw a more earnest thinker and planner than
Ben. He got himself opportunities to see the best

buildings in the city ; he was always going about with.

pencil and paper in his hands or just inside his vest
pocket. Loo did her best with the home; her work
was lightened, too, by somany conveniences. By de-
grees the necessary furniture came in, then a rug or
two. Miss Gaff forced bed-clothing upon them until
they could buy some ; the boy’s room was made cosy ;
then the girls added comforts to their own; so by
stages they got another comfortable footing in life.

The first time Remus went to look at the city he
felt as if he had come into a fortune. A new indus-
try rose up before him. Of course he and Maude
were sent to one of the ward. schools, but there were
the mornings and evenings — and the morning and
evening papers! He set up as a newsboy; his pink
cheeks and bright eyes and crisp business manner
gained him customers; there were business men
whom he regularly waylaid and who regularly bought
his paper. Maude felt a thrill of pride when she
heard his voice ring out in the street : “ Inter-Ocean,
sir?— Journal? have a paper? Here’s your Inter-
Ocean,” &c. The little fellow paid a regular weekly
sum into the family fund, and kept some nice ten-
cent pieces over. It was well he could help, for Allie
could only give them the rent now, a help they did
not feel, never having paid rent in their lives, and
Jack was in darkness.

Poor Jack was driven by Miss Gaff according to
her promise, to the oculist’s the very next day after
his arrival. The doctor did not say very much, but
shook his head at Miss Gaff, Jack was jolly, but it
did not suit his temperament to sit and be waited on,
or to be led “like an old blind beggar” by one of the
Bunch to the oculist’s for treatment, 3



“Get me a little dog and string,” said Jack, “and
atin cup for the pennies. ‘ Pity a poor blind man,
good people! This helpless being with a family of
six children dependent upon him, was blown up in a
powdermill and came down without eyesight!’ ”

After some days he was made to lie still all day
long in a darkened room, and dieted sparely. Then
Arty played around him and probably kept him from

despairing. Maude came in and told him the won-

derful things which happened at school ; Remus pie-
tured the glories of journalism (2. ¢., the selling of
the journals) ; Ben talked architecture to him ; Loo
told him when the lake looked particularly blue in the
glimpse she had of it over the housetops: Allie came
up-stairs, put her arm under his dear, old aching
head and gave him his dinner with a spoon. And
Miss Gaff was a whole host of entertainers; Jack re-
joiced when. he heard her coming, snapping guitar
strings in her throat—an inimitable habit she learned
when achild. She thought of a hundred ways to di-
vert him.

“Tf I turn out blind,” said he, “ I don’t know of any-
thing I can do except grind an organ, with Arty for a
monkey. Will you go and be monkey for Jacky,
my man?”

Oh, yes, Arty would be monkey.

“T can telegraph,” said Jack; “I can read dis-
patches by ear easy enough, and work the machine
with my eyes shut. I wish I had a battery here.”

Miss Gaff brought up to him not a battery, but a
small patent machine on which he could tap messages
and keep in practice. This pleased him so much that
she meditated on putting a real battery within his
reach, for at that time she had her own opinions about
Jack’s ever being able to see again.

She gathered the Bunch on the first Sunday of their
settlement under her wing — or rather over her head,
and carried them to her church and Sabbath School.
There might be other places of worship in the city of
Chicago, but Miss Gaff would have none of them.
By her gardening hand the Dogberry Bunch were
carefully planted in that church and watered with Bi-
ble lessons every Sunday. She was very learned in
Bible lore anda person of great influence in the church,
and they were very glad to get into such a Sabbath
family party, instead of venturing, shy, unstylish and
lonely, into the great rich churches to-worship.

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and sit down for a comfortable half-hour undisturbed,
she wrote to Joslyn at Hot Springs, telling him all that
had befallen her house, and the changes in their base
and prospects. But she added, she had great hopes
of Jack’s eyes, and Ben was happier than ever before
in the chances before him, and Loo thought gas, and
hot and cold water in the house were so nice, and
Rheem, the dear little fellow, had taken, of his own
accord, to selling papers, and both he and Maude
were improving faster in those graded schools than
she ever imagined possible, while Arty was growing
so nicely, and was full of wonder and interest in every-
thing. As for herself, she never knew how tired she
was of the school-room until she left it to be Miss
Gafi’s housekeeper. And Miss Gaff was so nice! It
was a wonder how many nice people there were in
the world! She sent her dearest love to Miss Wylie,
and hoped she might inprove in health every day:
she repeated her very dearest love —for that little old
lady of a past generation had a tender hold on Allie.
She closed with kind messages to his mother, and
gave him their present address, telling him if he came
to Chicago the Bunch would be heart-broken if he
passed them over.

Allie’s business at Miss Gaff’s was exactly suited to
her tastes. She had a pretty bijou home to control,
“Bony ” was not a pleasant companion, but she grew
to have a kind feeling towards even him; the snake
and the turtles and dogs grew endurable, and she
was allowed to lessen their territory ; they kept to
themselves ina sort of Arctic torpor, untill Miss Gaff’s
evening return, like the return of the sun, thawed them
out to frisky demonstration. Miss Gaff had a library
of finely selected books, and quite a little gallery of

- costly and exquisite pictures. She kept this as sacred
as Bluebeard’s room until her confidence in and affec-
tion for Allie opened all the doors to that young house-
keeper.

Allie superintended the table, and took care of the
clothes when they came from the laundry, and kept

the rooms pretty, as only a tasteful, refined girl can
do, and after some instruction and experience, did the
marketing, with avery great relish for it. She de-
lighted to go out very early and tread her way among
all the odd assemblage on market mornings, to con-
sider Miss Gaff’s taste in this or that, and to plan the
bill of fare so as to secure the greatest variety at the
least cost. It pleased her greatly to see Miss Gaff
lift her eyebrows over some unexpected luxury at
table, and to hear her exclaim, “ Bless us, my
child! what a treasure!” Miss Gaff sat at the
head of the table, and Allie sat opposite, the lady
doctor declaring they made quite a comfortable fami-
ly. She received a certain sum every week for cur-
tent expenses, and kept accounts strictly. On Satur-
day evening she made a full report to Miss Gaff and
closed the account for the week. It was very satisfac-
tory to Allie.

As the greater part of her salary went to cancel the
rent, to be sure she had little for her personal expenses,
Thave yet to see the young lady who will admit that one
hundred dollars a year — twenty-five dollars a quar-
ter—is adequate pin-money! Allie applied her first
twenty-five dollars principally to family purposes. But
then Allie was one of those girls who have a talent
for looking pretty with very small outlay.

Summer went by and the Industrial Exposition
opened with the Autumn. Mr. McKay wrote Ben
that the Dalrymple trustee had put up an elevator on
their old garden spot, and New Town was nowa grain
market for the surrounding farm lands. He said he
had examined into the titles very carefully, and there
was no doubt the Dogberry title was defective, and
nothing but a quit-claim from the original owners
would ever straighten matters, and from possession
being already taken it did not seem probable the Dal-
rymple estate would be inclined to compromise mat:
ters. Hewas very sorry; though on the other hand,
he was glad the children were doing so well.





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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.
PART Il.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER XX.— (ContTINUED.)

JIPPETY.

O% day Alice received a letter from Joslyn con-
taining the news of Mrs. Wylie’s death. She
had reached home before she died, but only lingered a
few days after they brought her back to Danport.
She went to sleep holding Joslyn’s hand between her
two soft shrivelled palms, and did not wake again.

Allie was arranging her dinner-table when the post-
man rung with this letter. Miss Gaff took luncheon
at eleven past, and dined between four and five, unless
she had guests to delay dinner. So it happened that
the doctor found her housekeeper shedding some
tears over this letter as she came in fresh from a
brisk drive. She put her kind arm around Allie’s
broad shoulders. She spoke cheerily, with one of her
bright smiles.

“Why, what’s the matter, my dear!
ing you such good news!”

‘““Mrs. Wylie is dead. She was a lovely old lady,
and so kind to me. She was very old.”

* She developed fully, she lived her life as a woman,
and passed into ripe old age, did she? Well,
don’t cry, my child. We mourn for those who die
violent deaths or whose disregard of the laws of life
cuts them off. Idiots!” cried Miss Goff, mounting
one of her hobbies and beginning to gallop. “ When I
see every day what fools people are, and how they
misuse themselves and entail misery on their children
and then lay the blame on Providence, it makes me
so mad I can hardly stand it! Where did this Mrs.
Wylie live?” she added mildly, climbing down from
her hobby.

“In Danport. Cousin Joslyn says he and his
mother have devoted nearly their whole time and
thoughts to her this summer.”

“She is gone like a ripe sheaf of wheat.

And I bring-

When



you and I die I hope we shall be full of deeds if not
of days. You may ring in dinner now.”

“Oh, my good news,” added Miss Gaff as they sat
down. “I have the latest news about Jack.”.

“The doctor thinks his eyes will get well!” cried
Allie.

“Yes, but he’s not to know too soon, or he’ll tear

‘the bandages off and be wanting to rush out at his

precious railroad work. I’m glad to see you brighten
up.”

This news Allie found time to communicate to Loo
immediately after dinner and Loo and she squeezed
each other ecstatically but very quietly, for Jack’s ear
was by this time nicely educated. Then Loo whis-
pered it to Ben when he came home, and she and
Ben shook hands upon it for several seconds. Arty
and the twins were not there. It being Saturday af-
ternoon they were at the people’s cheap show, the
Exposition.

It was the second week of the Exposition, and Re-
mus, to whom it had an inexpressible charm, had
“done” it once or twice before. The first time he
took Loo, grandly paying her way out of his newsboy
money ; and now he felt quite competent to conduct
his twin and the baby through the crowds. He set his
red lips firmly and told Arty not to be afraid, that
great noise was only machinery set in motion. Noth-
ing was more fascinating to Arty, though he felt safer
if he held by Rheem’s pocket. Some grown-up peo-
ple jostled them, and one mountainous Dutch woman
almost swept them down like sail boats, as she, a full
rigged Great Eastern, rushed: past.

“Here, take my arm,” said Remus to his mate,
“and Arty, you better let me lead you. We can keep
together nicer.” So with Rome on his arm and the
baby by the hand, like some complacent pater-famt-
“ias he proceeded to show them the Exhibition. They
passed rows of buzzing saws and belted wheels, whole
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balmy hot-house air lulling their senses, and the im-
mense sky-lighted roof seeming to wander and roll
out new panoramas above them, The country chil-
dren had never seen anything so delightful. They
came to a grotto and a fountain, and Rome could
hardly believe her eyes; there were flowers on every
hand, and beautiful merchandise displayed in the
most enchanting manner. There was a bed-chamber
elegantly furnished, with even a grate and mantel in
it, and hung in satin, lace pillow-cases, lace counter-
pane — prettier than the friend’s room which was just
finished when their house burned down.

“But I tell you now,” cried Rheem, drawing his
- charges away from the displays of wax dolls and toy
carriages and every other desirable plaything, ‘“ be-
fore we look at these things or go up into the gallery
I want you to see the pictures! My goodness, Rome
you never saw sucha lot, and they’re nicer than moth-
er’s drawings were, too.”

“O Rheem,” cried Rome incredulously. But when
they promenaded the picture rooms she was con-
strained to own it.

A different sort of people appeared to frequent the
picture room, quite different from the rushers and
jostlers and searchers they met in the great hall.
There were a great many people sitting here with
catalogues in their hands and glasses to their eyes,
silently enjoying or criticising paintings.

The children wandered through room after room,
Remus reserving his grand sight till the last.

“Now, come on,” said he, “I’ll see what the man ’ll
let us infor,” and he turned down a quiet passage,
lined with printed admonitions to “go and see the
chariot race.”

“How much will you let us in for, Mister?” said
he. é

“Three ?— three little fellows ?
twenty-five cents a person.”

“But we’re such little fellows.”
. “Ob, Rheemie,” cried his twin in a shrill whisper,
“where you going! and spending money to see a
race! Arty might get run over and killed.”

‘I guess you may all go in for thirty cents,” said
the man. So Remus paid down three dimes with
manly precision, and they rounded a canvas screen
and entered a gas-lighted room, where perhaps twenty
people were at that time sitting on rows of chairs or
standing in groups, contemplating Wagner’s grand

The admission is





Chariot Race. Rome caught her breath: child as she
was the intense life of the picture thrilled her through
and through. A row of gas-jets brought it into start-
ling relief. The three little Berries stood looking up
at it with pure joy. How quaint they were them-
selves in their unstylish clothes and clear country
coloring!

“We'll get a seat,” whispered Remus reverently,
drawing his family as he tip-toed forward.

A very beautiful girl, letting her opera-glass sink
in her bare tinted hand, watched the group; her lips
curved at the corners, her teeth just glanced between
them. She called the attention of a middle-aged
lady at her side, but the middle-aged lady was intent
on the Chariot Race.

“Look, aunt Bryan ; do see this little boy!”

“The chiar-oscuro, my dear,” murmured aunt Bryan,
drawing her head back and turning it one side while
pursing up her eyes.

Remus noticed the young lady in one of his inter-
vals of taking breath between his long pulls at the
picture. She was the whitest blonde imaginable;
her hair the glinting kind which seems to sparkle as
the head is turned; her lips and cheeks blooming ;
her dress was elegant, with a dash of girlish coquetry
init. She was beyond doubt a child of the wealth-
iest class. She was a surprise to him, like the Chariot
Race itself. Allie was pretty, but this young lady
was wonderful. He looked at her with shy delight.
She smiled and offered him her opera-glass. He
took it and thanked her, and then his ingenuous little
face grew red.

“ How do you fix it?” said he.

She showed him how to fix it. He thanked her
again and held it carefully before Rome’s nose. And
after Rome had performed the delightful feat of
staring through an opera-glass he gave Arty’s big
optics a chance. Last of all he took a quick glimmer
himself, saw the black-browed charioteer and his
galloping horses start out even more distinctly on the
canvas, and the driver on the inside track grinning
through closed teeth, the excited Roman populace
and the soul-stirring confusion; then he gave back
the glass with a little bob of his head and another
“thank you.”

“Little pater familias,” said the young lady in the
lowest but clearest of voices, laughing charmingly at
him ; “are these your brother and sister?”



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“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you notice, aunt Bryan, he brought the little
girl in on his arm?”

“ He paid our way, too,” added Maude, proudly.

“fe did! he’s a nice brother, isn’t he?”

“He’s the nicest of everybody.”

They all turned to the picture again, but the young
lady kept her side regards on him, still smiling, though
half sad. She had one of those faces on which every
emotion was pictured; and when Rheem looked at
her again, which he could not help doing, for she was
fascinating, she said to her companion:

‘Now see, aunt Bryan, can’t you see some resem-
blance to Marty?”



JIPPETY,

“Ab!” said aunt Bryan, turning, and rustling all
over — she was portly and her dress very stiff — “the
little boy? yes, a bright eye — healthy little boy.”

Aunt Bryan took her glass and rustled to another
picture at the side of the room; not to examine it,
but to chat in an undertone with an acquaintance.

The young lady put her glove on Rheem’s little fist.
“Do you know who I am?” she said in a childish
way —she was just out of boarding-school and her
young-lady airs set lightly on her yet— “I am Miss
Jippety Dalrymple, and I once had a little brother like
you.”

Remus did not know what else to say, so he bobbed



his head again and said to her, all so bashfully:

“How do you do?”

“*How do you do!’ hear the little fellow ; you
dear pretty boy! How old are you?”

“Nine,” and he added modestly, feeling that his
card was called for, “my name’s Rheem Dogberry.”

“Marty would have been nine.”

‘““What’s become of him, ma’am?”

“Dead.” Miss Jippety swallowed with a little
gasp, and the tears rushed to her eyes. “A little
fellow in pants and kilts ; always called me Jippety —
my name’s Jasper — he’s gone — I never can have my
brother again— oh! the little darling! the little dar-
ling!” Her fair face filled with blood; she bit her
lip hard.

Rome and Remus looked piteously at each other.

“I never can get over it,” said Miss Jippety,
regaining self-control. “I rather have him with me
than to have everything else I want. If I had a little

brother like you I should be the happiest girl in the

world,”

Rome linked her arm in Remus’s, as if to prevent
Miss Jippety from kidnapping him.

He considered ; he did not know what to say to
comfort her. . A bright idea struck him:

“Our house burnt down. Id hated it awfully if
any of the children had been burnt up. As it was,
Jack’s eyes were burnt.”

Miss Jippety wiped her eyes and tried to smile
again. “Ah! Is Jack your brother? I’m sorry he is
hurt.”

“Ves, ma’am.
sisters.”

“Seven! What a gay family you must be!”

“Yes, ma’am; we always had pretty good times.”

“ And do you play papa to all of them?”

“Oh, no; they’re nearly all older than I am. Ben
plays the papa.”

“Why, haven’t you father and mother?”

“No, ’m.”

“Neither have I.”

“We got along very well, though,” continued Remus,
who now felt very confidential towards Miss Jippety,
“till our lots were taken away from us and our house
caught fire and burned down just when we’d put an
addition to it, and raised the kitchen and all!”

“Why, who took your lots? where were they?”

“In New Town. And I think it was a minor heir

I have three brothers and three



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Mr. McKay said, that took them and put up an
elevator on one of them.”

“What minor heir?” asked Jippety, opening her eyes.

“It was a minor heir that had the best title,” put
in Rome, “our father paid money for the land, but
the other folks had the best title ; and we can’t ever,
ever get it back unless the other folks give us a—
what is that we put in our letter to Joslyn, Rheemie? ”

“A quit-claim.”

“Yes, a quit-claim.”

The murmur of their voices disturbed several people
in the room, who turned their heads to look at the
group of children and the young lady. She sat in
silence with her brows puckered, and seemed to be
thinking.

“They built an elevator on your lots, did they?”
she whispered again presently. ‘What is the name
of the minor heir who took them from you?”

“TI don’t know,” whispered back Remus ; “I heard
but I forget.”

“And where are the lots?
State?”

“Yes, ma’am,”

“And your name is—it seems as if it must be
Marty, your face is so like his.”

“My name’s Rheem Dogberry, and my sister’s
name’s Maude, and my little brother’s is Arthur.
We lost Azm once. He ran off and got hurt.”

“TI didn’t like it at all,” said Arthur solemnly.

“And what did you do after you lost your house?”
pursued Miss Jippety, returning to the subject of the
lots; “did you have plenty of property besides ? ”

“Oh, xo, ma’am ; we hadn’t anything, except four
hundred dollars that belonged to Rome and me, and
Jack’s hundred. But the rest wouldn’t use that. So
we came up here to Chicago and got rooms and went
to work.” :

“Bless it!” how mannish it is,” said Jippety, pat-
ting his smooth temple. “Are you going to stay here
awhile longer?”

“Till Rome and Arty get tired of looking at the
Chariot Race. J never get tired of it.”

He fell to enjoying it once more, as Miss Jippety,
keeping her eye still on the children, crossed the
xyoom and murmured with her aunt.

“Jasper, my dear,” said aunt Bryan, speaking
nearly aloud, “ what freak have you taken?”

“ His face is like Marty’s, aunt. And it must be

In New Town ?— this





79

the very same elevator uncle was telling us about,
And they had nothing except those lots.”

“But your uncle is a man of business, and he knows
what is right.”

“Their father paid for them, and it seems so cruel
they should be obliged to give up their own for a
mere flaw in papers.”

“Now, Jasper, my dear, you don’t know anything
at all about it. Consult with your uncle when you go
home, and don’t let your impulses run away with you.”

“T shall be eighteen in a month, aunt, and then
I’m going to give those children a quit-claim for their
lots. Z dont want their lots. What do I care for a
trumpery grain-elevator !”

“I presume your uncle will care if he has invested
money for you in it. But there! do, child, control
your impulses.”

“I will, aunt ; I'll tell them I'll clear their title, so
my word will be pledged, and I sha’n’t have any
impulse to forget it.”

She went to Remus and put her hands on his
shoulders: “My name is Jippety Dalrymple. I
didn’t know about your land before, but I presume 7
am the minor heir, for whom it has been claimed, I
shall be eighteen in a month, however, and then I'll
give you that quit-claim — or whatever it is —so your
family will get their own again. Won’t you kiss me
for my little brother Marty’s sake?”

Remus flushed to his scalp, but he put his arms
and lips up and kissed her heartily,

“Ah, what a nice little brother you are!”

“But how much must we pay?” cried he, eagerly.

“Nothing — nothing —it shall all be fixed up com-
fortably.”

“ But we want to do the fair thing!” urged Reemie,
in a tremble of delight. “I never had any notion
you was a minor heir.”

Miss Jippety laughed her pretty laugh again. She
shook hands with Maude and also with Arty; but
she was a partial little lady, and gave Remus nearly
her entire regards.

“Well you shall do the fair thing —yox always
would do the the fair thing, Marty —” and with one
last little pat she rustled off beside her aunt.

“OQ Rome!” said Remus.

“O Rheem!” said Rome. ms

Then they both said, “O Arty!” and Arty said,
“O, what!”



80 _ THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.





“Why, that lady’s going to give us our lots back!
My gracious, won’t the rest of ’em be glad!”

Miss Jippety came back, more beautiful still for
being in a hurry, and therefore more vivid in eyes
and lips, and said, bending over the back of the seat:

“Will you give me your street and number?”

“Yes ’m;” exclaimed Remus, eagerly, “come and
see us, do!” She smiled at his hearty country ways
as she made a memorandum of his address.

CHAPTER XXI.
CONCLUSION,

“Yes?” said Miss Gaff when Rome and Rheem
and Arty rushed in upon her and Alice with this
news. “ But don’t count on it too much.”

“She said she could do it, Miss Gaff!
knew it was the minor heir!”

“Those children are always tumbling into good
fortune,” said Allie. :

“Oh, yes,” said Miss Gaff. “She gushed. It’s
-easy enough to gush, but people change their minds,
and there are her aunt and uncle who will probably
influence her against giving up what she might keep.
It’s a selfish world!”

“ You aren't selfish, Miss Gaff.”

“ Me? yes, I am — selfish as I can be.”

“ But you're lovely to us.”

“That’s because I like you. If I didn’t like you
I’d shovel you out of the house in no time!”

“T like selfish people,” said Rheem.

It was several weeks afterwards that Loo in her
kitchen was compounding a lovely soup for dinner.
Ben could not come home in the middle of the day,
so their meals up-stairs had gradually settled into
breakfast, lunch at noon, and dinner at six o’clock.
By that time all the Bunch clustered in. Jack was
there the greater part of the day to be sure: but
even Jack took his outings with his head tied up.
Loo walked him down-stairs, and up and down various
streets. Jack and Loo were more united than form-
erly. Of course Arty always walked at his right
hand and chatted about everything. But Jack’s tall
sister was very companionable, very sweet. Her arm
through his was gentle; her voice had pretty
cadences in it, Jack felt how womanly she was and
remarked :

We never



“Loo, I bet you’re getting better looking than
Sweet Alice.”

Loo laughed: a ripple laugh like the undulations
of her figure.

“TIT don’t see,” said Jack, “how you can do so
much work and take such care of the whole tribe and
have time to get pretty. I thought the pretty girls
were the ones that kept fussing with themselves all
the time.”

“It’s well you’re bandaged Jack, or you wouldn’t
admire me so much.”

“Twish I could take these bands off and try to
see — believe I could use my eyes a little!”

“Don’t do it for the world!” exhorted Lucy, and
from that time she watched him very narrowly. If
his impatient hands even went to his head, Loo
thought of some funny thing to tell him which in-
stantly diverted his mind from sight to hea-ing.

It was now November weather, sharp and clear.
Loo could see the lake tossing and masts rocking,
as she made up her soup. Jack and Arty had fol-
lowed her into the kitchen, Jack on a camp-chair
which Ben made for him, and Arty so close he might
almost be said to be upon Jack’s elbow. Jack felt
the knife with which she chipped the vegetables, the
smooth top of the table, the long, sleeved, pocketed,
tied-back calico apron in which Loo worked, and
which she hung in the kitchen closet when she came
to the head of the table in her neat alpacca,

“Lucy, do you ever get tired?”

“OF course I do, Jack-straws.”

“What puzzles one is how you can keep everything
going so, and plan and manage as Ben says you can,
and not wear out! Do you love to keep house?”

“T think I do,” said Loo; “I love to see every-
thing in order and everybody comfortable. A spoilt
dish or an ugly room just hurts me. Why, I believe
I could keep twice as many rooms as ours, but one
has to think ahead. I know what we’re going to
have for dinner next Friday, and I have my break-
fasts planned for all next week.”

“T tell: you what,” cried Jack, “if you get your
deserts you'll marry a nabob with a big house and
everything nice in it, and then you'll entertain peo-
ple tCyally, and I'll have a standing invitation ; but
won’t you hate to have a poor old blind man cane
in the corner, with a shingle pinned in front of him
saying, ‘ Please pity the afflicted ?’”



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“Not at all,” laughed Loo ; “for if I marry such
an old fellow it’s likely Ae will have the rheumatism
or be a chronic invalid, and I can nurse you both
together !’’

The door opened from the vestibule and some-
body came in saying:

“Who’s this I hear talking about being an old
blind man?”

Jack jumped up.
his voice!”

Joslyn took his hands, and then dropped them and
shook him by the shoulders and then patted him on
the head, then he kissed one of the long slim hands
Loo had just wiped nice and clean to give him, and
tossed Arty up, exclaiming, “ Hullo, Metempsycho-
sis!”

Before Allie, who piloted him up, shut the door,
Ben came bounding up-stairs, and the twins’ voices
were heard resounding on a lower flight.

Thus Joslyn was surrounded by the Bunch ; and
Miss Gaff followed to ask them all down to dine with
her. Joslyn pleased her. But as Loo had dinner
‘prepared and was ready to spread her table, she de-
murred, so Miss Gaff was kept to dine with the
Bunch. They all got around Joslyn and looked at
him with the hearty affection he appreciated so much.
He was handsomer, a very little thinner, but rich
colored, magnetic, cordial as ever. They inquired
about his mother, and about Mrs. Wylie’s last illness.
He told them how she had been taken from one
place to another, and how she died quietly with his
hand in hers. He mentioned in connection with her
death, how fond she was of Allie, and that she had
mentioned Allie in her will, leaving her a little legacy
of a couple of thousand dollars,

The children turned and stared at each other, A
couple of thousand dollars! It seemed very little to
Joslyn, but to them it seemed immense. Ben shook
hands with her, and the rest of the Bunch solemnly
followed his example.

“You are the quaintest lot!” said Joslyn laughing.
_ “Now how much are you going to put into the Asso-
ciation fund, Allie?”

“I ought to put in a great deal,” said she sin-
cerely ; “for we have had no surplus to start a fund
since we were burnt out.” 4

“Come into the parlor, do,” begged Lucy, “ you’re
crowding my range so I can’t lift my kettle lids, and

“ That’s cousin Joslyn ; I know



you'll be steamed full of dinner before I can serve it
up.”

“Yes, come,” cried Joslyn, “for I have something
to show Jack there.” He put his arm across Jack’s
shoulder and drew him along. Allie went ahead and
let down the shades and made the room as dark as
possible,

“T guess you forget, cousin, that I’m the organ-
man —where’s my monkey ?— yes, here’s Arty —
here’s my monkey—good people have pity on the
blind!”

“And here’s your organ,” laughed Joslyn, drop-
ping on one knee and giving Jack one arm to turn.

“With the most comical effect in the world, he made

a creaking in his throat and began to rhyme and sing
ina melancholy key. The whole spontaneous per-
formance was so like Joslyn that the Bunch ap-
plauded with ecstacy :

“ Ki-wee, ki-wow, I’ve tramped to-day
Till my old back with dust is gray,

My crank goes round, my one leg quakes:
Oh how an old hand-organ aches!

“ Ki-wee, ki-wow ;—ki-wow, ki-wee !

Have you acent you'll give to me?

Click !—caught my breath —sweet Spirit hear
My prayer, for I’m tormented here!

“ Ki-wee, ki-wow, I wander round,

The saddest thing above the ground.
No monkey trick amuses me.

Té yow ll not pay ll quit—Ki-wee-e |”

“Jack, my good fellow,” said Joslyn leaping up
and forcing Jack into a chair, “ your interesting fam-
ily are now around you; you have been in dark-
ness some months. The doctor decided at last to
let you have your bandages off — providing you re-
turn to broad daylight slowly —and as Allie said
they were to loose you from bondage this evening, I
begged the privilege of being the party to do it.
Here you are, sir. Can you look up and see your
interesting kinsman?”

Jack blinked even in the dark, and caught his
breath as the last wrapping fell.

“Well, I’m glad!” said he. “I caw see you. I’ve
had some blinks of daylight when the doctor was
dressing my eyes, but it hurt me so I could hardly
tell whether I saw or not. How’de do, Ben? I



82 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.







have’nt seen you since the fire! How’de do, Loo
—the giantess is going to be the prettiest of the
lot, Allie!”

Jack shook hands on all sides and the girls heartily
kissed him. Then he went about the rooms peeping
close at things, and followed by two or three of his
iamily who admonished him not to strain his eyes, not
attempt any print, and to shield his orbs carefully
when he ventured near a window. Arty, who trotted
close by as usual, patronized Jack thus:

“Jacky, what’s this?” laying his hand on a broom,



A MUST MOMENTOUS MOMENT,

“Oh, a hand-saw,” said Jack, good-naturedly,

“No, it isn’t! it’s a broom. Now what’s this?”

“ The letter O,” said Jack.

“No, it isn’t! it’s the table.”

“This is a pretty good looking place,” said Jack,
pronouncing on the whole flat.- “Oh! we're going
‘o do glorious things now that there isn’t a disabled
tue among us!”

“Jack is getting up steam,” said Joslyn.

“Vve been hissing with it for three months,”





SSS Se ee ee
said Jack, taking in a very long and loud breath,

“Tremendous things will grow out of this house
in the air I suppose,” said Joslyn.

Loo was laying the table in the dining-room, and
Alice and Miss Gaff, with evident enjoyment, were
helping her.

Jack had come back from his tour of inspection,
and camped on the floor near Joslyn’s feet,

“Well, we’ll amount to something I think. Ben’s
going to be an architect. Allie’s got such luck in
that money she can buy herself a piano and learn
music as much as she wants to.
Loo’s bound to make the most tre-
mendous old housekeeper that ever
lived, and I think Rheem will go
for printing or something about news-
papers, and Rome and Arty will be
celebrated for their good looks if for
nothing else! /’m in for railroading,
of course.”

“T shouldn’t wonder,” said Joslyn
mischievously,“‘ if I’d tease Allie into
coming and living with my mother
and me, some day.”

“T think that’d be just as mean
as mean could be!” cried Rome
with tears in her eyes.

‘We couldn’t break up the Bunch
that way,” reasoned Remus, seriously.

“Oh, by the way,” said Miss Gaff,
coming to the parlor soon, “the
postman has left a letter for you, Ben.
Did you get it?”

“T have it in my pocket,” cried
Allie. “TI forgot it.”

The letter was from Mr. McKay ;
and when Ben had read it, he said,
“Well!” with a light breaking ali
over his face. ‘“ Well, well!”

“She’s done it, has she?” said Miss Gaff.
“Well, that’s better than I expected.”

Mr. McKay wrote that the Dalrymple heir, imme-
diately on coming of age had cleared the Dogberry
title, and not only were the lots their own now, but
the building upon it was theirs.

This well-to-do family broke into joyful exclama-
tions. One declared their troubles were blessings in
masquerade ; another shouted that it was splendid !



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83



Jack bawled “Le’s all go to Europe!” Rheem
cried that she was the prettiest ahd nicest young lady
in Chicag» or America!—if you only could see her
eyes |! —and her hair!

“She said Rheem looked just like her little brother
Marty,” said Rome.

“Let's build a summer residence on the old
place!” cried Jack.

* Mo, no, let’s stay here,” said Ben, “where we
can make our way in the world.”

“Petter divide into two parties,” quizzed Joslyn,
“anc 30 cover both fields at once.”

The idea of their ever being separated seemed



ludicrous ; they all laughed at it, except Rome, who
thought of Seth Thomas, and Priscilla White’s close
bedroom, and felt lonesome achings come up in her
throat.

I cannot say that they all fell upon each other’s
necks, but they fell to their dinner, and Joslyn and
Miss Gaff exchanged amused looks as their earnest
talk went round.

Just there I shall leave them, their paths in life
indicated, their hearts all beating as one heart, their
hands clustering together; a cosy, warm, ripening
Bunch ; a Bunch of the truest lovers in the world.

FINIS.



A BIT OF LOGIC.



BY ROSA

CRAHAM,



ABY Berry sat at table,
On the great Thanksgiving-day,
Gazing down upon tie platter,
Where the well-browned turkey lay ;
Berry’s first Thanksgiving-dinner —_
What did ail this wee beginner ?
* Don't you like it, dear?” I said;
Baby Berry raised her head,

Gped her blue eyes big and solemn,
* Does ‘ou fink,” the answer sped,

“It was wight to kill the turkey ?
Don’t seem wight at all to me,
Tause —” but our merry peals of laughter
Drowned her words ; and shamedly,
This rare-hearted young beginner
Picked at her belated dinner ;
Sudden looked, in smiling mood,
Up from her diminished food,
And said: “TI dess t’was wight to ‘xill him,
Or he would’nt taste so dood !”



























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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~ ROCKY FORK



IR OME DECIR =

By Mary HarTwELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER I.
DOCTOR GARDE’S LITTLE GIRL.

ORE than twenty years ago the morning sun

looked down among the tall hills of central
Ohio, and saw one little girl patting along a path.
The path wound down through a hollow, and up, up
over wood-clothed heights which she thought nearly
touched the sky.

At first glance this little girl appeared to be a large
slat sun-bonnet taking a walk on a pair of long pan-
talettes. But at second glance one brown, thin arm
escaped from a short sleeve might have been seen
carrying a calico bag by its drawing:-string; and
under the pantalettes a pair of stout-shod little feet
skipped along. :

It was not more than seven o’clock.
meadow grass was glittering, and every bird known
to the State was singing with his morning voice.
When she reached the small run which twisted along
the hollow, and put her foot on the first of the step-
‘ping-stones which crossed it, the little girl could not
help stopping to gaze in the water. The minnows
played around the stone with a quiver of their tiny
bodies which fascinated the gazer. She stooped
cautiously and tried to catch one in her hand, but
sunshine on the pebbles was not more elusive.

“Good morning, little girl,” said a winning voice ;
and the little girl jumped up, reeled, set one foot in
the water, and brandished her reticule in the effort to
regain her balance. The sugared butter-bread and
sweet cookies tumbled against currant-pie and cher-
ries, and all settled to an upside-down condition as
she finally got on the bank and saw a gentleman pre-
paring to trip across the stones.

It was an uncommon thing to meet any one, and
especially a stranger, on that long two-mile path to
school. But it was a wonderful thing to meet such a
grand stranger. She dropped a bobbing curtsy, and
the gentleman, having crossed, stopped and smiled.
He had glittering black eyes, and curly hair and
whiskers, glittering teeth and boots, fine clothes,

The tall

and altogether the look of a “town gentleman.”

“Whose little girl are you?” inquired this town
gentleman affably, rubbing the wet soles of his boots
on the grass.

Under the long slat sun-bonnet a round face
blushed all about its blue eyes and quite back to its
auburn hair, and a timid voice piped from the calico
funnel: “ I’m Doctor Garde’s little girl.”

“Ah? where does Doctor Garde live?”

“Right back there in that big house.”

“And who lives in this house I just passed?”

“Mrs. Banks. Her little girls go to school with
me.”

“Ves, -And where do you go to school ?”

“Tn the school-house ’way at the other side of the
hills.”

“OQho—many children go there?”

“ All of ’em in our districk. There’s Willeys’, and
Pancosts’, and Harris’, and Halls’, and Banks’, and
Martins’, and me, and my little sister’s going when
she gets big enough.”

“Ves. Well, thank you.
course of the day.
your school-house ?”

“Yes, sir. But you must turn to the right at the
big sand-banks, and cross the foot-log over Rocky
Fork by Hall’s mill.”

The gentleman nodded, and passed on smiling as
Doctor Garde’s little girl dropped him another curtsy.
She skipped across the stones and hastenedl up rising
ground to the Banks’. Theirs was a weather-beaten
domicile, part log and part frame, with a covered
stoop at one door on which Tildy sat plaiting her
long hair preparatory to going to school.

Tildy, it must be confessed, was a raw-boned girl,
but with a low-browed, serious face. Her nature
leaned to the solemn side of life, as her sister Teeny’s
leaned towards what was merry. Matilda liked to
sit in the grass and dress her locks, or to watch from

I may call there in the
Does that path lead back to

the doorstep the rocks and glooms on each side of
her home.
Teeny appeared within, tying her bonnet, the



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string of her reticule across her arm. A bunch of
old-fashioned pink roses was pinned to her dress,
which hooked in front and was just long enough to
sweep her heels when she walked. Teeny was a big
girl who felt quite a young woman, since she was
“going on” fifteen, ciphered in long division, and
had finished a sampler with her name, “Christine
Banks,” embroidered under a beautiful piece of
poetry. “We're takin’ curran’-pie for our dinner to-
day, Melissy,” announced Tildy solemnly as Dr.
Garde’s little girl ran up.

“I got some, too,” she responded with triumph.
So little made a triumph in that region and time.

“’Tain’t sweetened with sugar.”

“Tis too! I saw Liza put in heaps.” She sat

LZ

BET NS
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“WHOSE LITTLE GIRL ARE you?”

down on the steps and explored her reticule. There
was rather a sorry mess in its depths, but the slices
' of bread were reduced again to their proper basis,
and the other goodies piled carefully on them.

“Why don’t you call me Bluebell?” she suggested
with a rather hopeless accent,

“’Cause that ain’t your name,” said Tildy, strictly.

“I guess my father always calls me that.”

“’Tain’t your name, anyhow. Your name is Me-
lissy Jane Garde, goin’ on eight ‘years old.”

“It’s just Melissy,” cried the younger, doggedly, as
if she would like to disown that,

“My mother called me Bluebell, too, and she’s
gone to heaven. I sh’d think you might call me
what my mother called me.”

“Your name’s Melissy,” repeated Tildy, looking
with undisturbed eyes upon the distance. Here the
argument dropped, as it usually did. The defeated
party turned to other things.

“TI pretty near fell in the run. The’ was a man
come along and scared me so. He was prettier than
my father!” exclaimed Melissa, pausing after this
climax; “that is, dressed up prettier; and he said
he was coming to school to-day. I wonder what he’s
coming there for?”

“Prob’ly it’s somebody the directors is sending
to whip us,” opined Matilda with serious resignation.
“They say Mr. Pitzer ain’t strict enough,”

“Oh, do you s’pose it is?” cried the credulous little
girl beside her. “I never got whipped at school yet.”

“Now, Tildy,” exclaimed the pink-faced elder
sister, stepping out, “if you don’t hurry up we’ll go
on and leave you.”

“T think I'll stay at home,” said Tildy, reflecting
on-the fine stranger’s probable errand. 4

“No, you won’t,” cried her mother’s voice from an
inner room, making a pause in the monotonous rattle
of a loom; and though it was a plaintive voice and
not very decided, Tildy was moved by it to get her
sun-bonnet and follow the other two. They were
making a round of the garden, to gather pinks, holly-
hocks, bouncing-betties, bachelor-buttons and aspar-
agus sprays. Having tied up a bunch apiece, they
left the house and began their root-matted and rocky
ascent. There were levels above where the woods
made a twilight at noon, where ferns crowded to
their knees, and some stood as high as their waists.
Who could help stopping to inhale that breath which
is no plant’s but a fern’s?

“There’s vinegar-balls on this oak,” remarked
Tildy, casting. her eyes up as they passed under a
dark-leaved tree. So, sticks and climbing being
brought to bear upon the tree, one or two small ap-

_ple-shaped bunches were brought down to yield a

tart juice to sucking lips. I do not pretend to say
the balls were wholesome. But the same lips loved
the white, honey-filled ends of clover-blossoms, tens
der sticks of sweet-briar when stripped of its skin,
and they doted on “mountain-tea” a winter-green of
three rich fleshy leaves, which clung all over these
heights in fragrant mats. The three girls were lovers.
of Mother Outdoors. Melissa especially gloried in
the woods. The. noble tree arches, the dew, and
sweet earth-smell filled her with worshipping joy. It
was so nice to be a little girl with a sun-bonnet hang-
ing off her shoulders by the strings, and the great
woods cooling her face, and sighing away off as if
thinking up some song to sing to her!

In due course they came to three giant ridges of



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sand. These stood in a clear place, and nobody in
that region troubled himself about the geological
cause of their existence in the heart of the woods.
There they were, too tempting to be resisted. Me-
lissa dropped her reticule, Tildy seriously followed
her example, and Christine forgot her dress hooking
in front and her claims to big girlhood. All three
mounted the dunes, sat down, gathered their clothing
close about their feet, and shot down the sides as if
on invisible sleds. This queer sort of coasting was
great fun. When it seemed expedient to adjourn,
they shook the clean sand from their dresses, and the
eldest and youngest untied their low shoes to turn
them upside down. Matilda being barefoot and
therefore free from such civilized cares, improved the
time by taking an extra slide, which was too much for
the other girls, so they tried it again.

Thus the morning waxed later. So by the time
they crossed the foot-log over Rocky Fork and ap-
proached the log school-house, “books” were ac-
tually “taken up.”

The school-house was chinked with clay and had
double doors which opened close beside a travelled
road. The woods and heights rose behind it, and at
one side a sweep of play-ground extended into a
viney hollow where hung the grape-vine swing for
which all the girls in school daily brought pocketfuls
of string.

CuHaPpter II.

MR. PITZER.

Christine stepped over the threshold and dropped
a curtsy which dipped her dress in the dust. Ma-
tilda followed and was taken with a similar convul-
sion on the same spot. Then the smallest bobbed
violently; all this homage being paid to a somewhat
threadbare man who sat behind a high desk opposite
the door.

Continuous high desks on a raised platform ex-
tended around the walls, and continuous benches
_Yan in front of them. Here sat the elders of the
school—the big boys and girls, with their backs to
smaller fry who camped on long benches set along
the middle of the floor, swinging their heels and
holding spellers in their hands. The benches were
made of split logs, the flat sides planed smooth, and
the round sides bored with holes into which legs were
stuck; as these legs were not always even, boys at
opposite ends of a bench could “‘teeter-totter” the

whole row of urchins between them. There were
no backs against which you might rest your shoulders,
but any tired little fellow might lie down if he took
his own risks about rolling off. There had been
teachers who would not allow the muscles thus to
relax. But Mr. Pitzer was a kind, soft-hearted old
man, who, as Matilda has hinted, was not considered
strict enough. He had taught the school many sea-
sons.

The directors said he might do for summer, but
each winter they determined to engage some strap-
ping modern pedagogue who could control the young
men and wild young women who sallied knowl-
edge-ward during the long term. Still Mr. Pitzer
was found in his place. He taught manners and
morals as well as the common branches, and _ his.
sweet, severe face under iron-gray hair became
stamped on every mind that entered the double
doors.

The tardy pupils, unchallenged, hung their bonnets
and dinner-bags on nails in the wall, Teeny took
her big-girls’ seat, and straightway lay flat on her
desk in the agonies of writing a morning copy, while
the other two sat side by side on a bench murmuring
the first reading-lesson. A hum like the music of
many hives sounded all over the room. “ T-i-s — dis, —
d-a-i-n, dain, disdain,” crossed “ in-com-pat-i-bil-i-ty ;”
and the important scratching of slate-pencils in the
hands of ciphering big boys, seemed to supplement a
breathing and occasional sputter of quill pens.

“First Reader may stand up!” cried the master.

Bluebell’s class, including her tall friend Matilda,
formed in a row in front of the master’s desk, each
holding his reader clinched before his face.

A polished walnut ferule lay at Mr. Pitzer’s hand,
and the text-book sprawled on the desk. He wore
spectacles of so slight an iron frame that the glasses
seemed suspended miraculously between his stern
eyes and the eyes turned up to him. Like a com-
mander giving some military order, he now cried
out: “ Attention !”

At the signal every girl dipped low and every boy
bent forward with a bow. It would have been a mis-
demeanor for the girls to bow and the boys to curtsy,
and they knew it. Then the boy at the top of the
class began to read in a voice which could be heard on
the opposite side of the road; he was followed by a
timid little girl who put her nose close to the book and
spelled and whispered ; and she in tum by a merry
girl who had been put back from the Second Reader



4 ROCKY

in one of the master’s pets, for pronouncing ships
wrecked, “shipses rick-ed.” Very little did she care,
for, knowing the First Reader by heart, it was easy for
her to rattle off the story of wilful Ralph Wick and his
nurse with the roses. Bluebell read in a clear, sensi-
tive, appreciative voice, and Tildy followed. They
spelled the words which the master pronounced to

FORK.

monotone, excepting little Jo Hall, who was such a
mite of a fellow, yet so smart he knew almost as
much as the master. Jo had ciphered farther into
the jungles of arithmetic than anybody else, and could
parse as fast as his tongue would run. He always
had his atlas lessons, and some said had been clear
through the geography, while his writing was so won-



BLUEBELL,

them, and had another lesson set. The military order

was then varied :

“ Obedience!”

At this they saluted as before, and took their
seats. j

Business went on as usual. The large girls recited
in smart, high voices, and the boys blundered in

derful, the master sometimes let him set copies when
he himself was very busy.

“Somethin’s the matter with the master this
mornin’,” whispered Tildy to Bluebell, as they wrig-
gled around trying to rest their backs.

It was true. He stalked about with his

under his coat-tails, sticking his under lip out,

hands
Even



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Jo Hall’s grandiloquent rendering of Fourth Reader
text could not draw his mind from some internal
strain; and after recess the trouble came out.

Mr. Pitzer read the rules of the school. Whenever
he had heard complaint, he brought out those pon-
deroug rules and visited them upon the pupils that
they might know what he required of them, even if he
did not exact it. Every listener, except the new or
very dull ones, knew those rules by heart. They
were written on tall cap sheets in the best of flourishes,
and covered the whole duty of boy and girl.
"To-day the master read them with frowns and a
sonorous voice.

“ ARTICLE THIRTEENTH!” he thundered at last ;
“ Every boy or girl in going to or from school shall
treat with civility all persons whom they meet upon the
highway, he or she making a bow or acurtsy as the case
may be. It shail be a high misdemeanor to treat 11n-
politely any stranger or strangers in the schoolroom, on
the play-ground, or the highway.”

And here as if to test Mr. Pitzer’s pupils in their
behavior, a-strange man did step over the threshold,
taking off his hat as he did so.

The schoolmaster stopped and glared. But Blue-
bell’s heart came into her-mouth. She felt unreason-
ably terrified and trapped by fate. For it was the
curly, glittering gentleman who had promised to
come to the school-house, possibly on that dread
errand suggested by Tildy—to whip the whole
school !

CHAPTER III.

THE GEOGRAPHY-SCHOOL TEACHER.



“May I have a few minutes’ conversation with
you?” said the fine stranger to Mr. Pitzer. The
schoolmaster bowed stiffly, said “ Certainly, sir,” with
some pomp, and came forward. He evidently felt
distrust, not to say hostility; but after ARTICLE
THIRTEENTH, he was bound to set the school an
example in politeness.

There was a stricture around Bluebell’s heart while
she watched them talking in low tones near the door.
The stranger was pliant, eager and voluble. Oh, Zozw
he did want to get at them all with his stick! Would
Mr. Pitzer give them over to such shame and pain!
She reflected about the black ripe cherries in her
reticule, and wished she had propitiated the good old
man by giving them to him at recess. The school
stopped droning, and held its breath, just as the earth

FORK. 5

does before a storm, to catch some hint of this collo-
quy. Mr. Pitzer seemed more and more mellowed to
the man’s proposals. ‘The curves of his stern face
turned upwards; he nodded his head at the end of
every sentence; and finally, leading the way to his
high desk, he told the school that Mr. Runnels had
something important to impart to them.

Bluebell shut her eyes, and cowered. Little Jo
Hall sat bolt-upright, and all the big scholars turned
around on their seats.

“He’s going to begin with them on this bench,”
whispered Tildy to Bluebell. Mr. Runnels smiled
with his teeth and picked up the ferule.

Oh, how earth brightened again as his business un-
folded! The faint, worm-eaten odor of the glass-
smooth bench which she clutched, seemed quainter
to Bluebell than ever before. She had heard the
Fourth Reader class sing out the tale of Ginevra;
and that chest, “carved by Antony of Trent,” had
just such an indescribable, pungent smell, she felt
certain, as the desk and seats of this school-house.
It had always given her a pleasant sensation; it now
added to her joy; her heart expanded; Mr. Runnels
was avery nice man. He did not even hint that a
school ought to be whipped wholesale; Tildy Banks
didn’t know anything about it. His errand was to
organize a geography school!

“The method,” said Mr. Runnels, “is altogether
new. I have a fine and complete set of painted maps
representing every part of the earth’s surface, and
the exercise of storing the mind with this important
science is not only vastly improving, but novel and
delightful. All of you speak to your parents. ‘The
charge is trifling, but the benefit will be lasting.
Everybody is invited free to the organization of the
school to-night at Harris’ chapel west of this school-
house. All the boys and girls and young people of
the next district will be there. So don’t fail to urge
your parents to bring you. So many bright eyes,”
said Mr. Runnels with a charming smile —

The school giggled with delight—

—‘so many intelligent faces, instructed by a wise,
kind master—”

Mr. Pitzer straightened his back and smiled
around —

—‘“must surely take an interest in this beautiful
globe on which we live.”

Mr. Runnels went on and gave them a short Jec-
ture on geography. He told them anecdotes of that
ignoramus who did not believe tle world was



6 ROCKY FORK.

round and turned on its axis, because, if this were
the case, his father’s mill-pond would spill all its
water.
few of them had ever thought of the earth except as
an expanse of rocks, trees and robe-like ‘sward, cleft
by the Rocky Fork.

Mr. Pitzer and the geography teacher parted with
ceremonious bows. The schoolmaster himself made
a few cautious remarks to cool his own enthusiasm ;
but the next class, which was the grave elders’ arith-
metic, constantly broke out with fractional questions
about a different science.

At last the sun had retreated from the middle of
the floor to the very door-sill. By this token they
knew it was high noon. Spellers were laid straight
on the benches around the wall, desk lids were shut
down over their miscellany. Eyes looked expectantly
at the master, and all arms were folded. He uttered
one magic word: “ Dismissed !”

The school seemed to turn a complete summersault :
every child projected himself like an arrow toward
the door, whooping, singing, scampering and tum-
bling. Chaos surged to the brown wooden joists.
Some nimble little boys got on the desks and gal-
loped around, while others slipped out through the
windows, which were set sidewise instead of length-
wise in the log walls, looking like windows that had

lain down to dream. The master, swinging a thick -

wooden cane, walked to his house which was near.
It might confer distinction to go home to one’s din-
ner, but this distinction was not courted even by chil-
dren who lived in sight. Could anything be more
delightful than that noon hour! ‘Was it. only an hour
—that time stuffed full of events as a month? It
was the kernel of all day, at any rate.

Bluebell and Tildy went to their playhouse to eat
dinner. This summer residence was formed bya
triplet of trees growing so close together as to forma
deep alcove. The floor was carpeted thick with moss
which Bluebell and Tildy changed every few days.
They had some gnarly chairs, which you might have
called chunks. Hanging their sun-bonnets up on
scales of bark, they ate their dinners in society, much
as foreign people attend the theatre. For all about
them were similar boxes, or residences, whose occu-
pants visited, and exchanged samples from each
others’ reticules, so what was cooked on one side of
the district was tested on the other side.

Amanda Willey and Perintha Pancost knocked at
the bark door of Misses Garde and Banks, and were

The children laughed uproariously, though

Stet

bidden to come right in and take chairs. The resi-
dence being already comfortably full, however, and
no chairs visible, they staid outside and took grass,
which was farmore comfortable. Tildy and Perintha
swapped a fragment of cherry pie and a bit of rather
stale cake, while Amanda gave Bluebell a piece of
her cheese for some cherries. These were grave
transactions, each party examining what she received
with due caution, excepting Bluebell, who was willing
to fling her repast right and left without considering
whether she got its equivalent or not. Amanda
Willey was a large-faced, smiling girl with very smooth
hair cut short around her neck. Over her ordinary
dress she wore a long-sleeved pink sack, and a
pink apron tied about the waist like a grown wo-
man’s. The costume was most pleasing in Bluebell’s
eyes.

-“T got a black-silk apron,” she observed, smooth-
ing and patting Amanda’s drapery. “I’m going
to ask Liza to let me wear it to geography-school.”

“Tm going,” exclaimed Perintha Pancost. “The
man’s to board at our house. He had his breakfast
there.”

“T ain’t,” said Tildy. “He looks like a ras-
Mebby he’s come down here to rob folks.”

The blue eyes, brown eyes and hazel eyes around
her stood out at this suggestion. Tildy spoke as if her
acquaintance with rascals was thorough.

“T don’t think that’s very smart of you, Till Banks,”
said Perintha, the “raskil’s” hostess. “My pa and
ma don’t have robbers at our house. He’s the
pertiest kind of aman. I like him.”

“So do I,” decided Bluebell with a sigh of relief.
Her credulous nature had been staggered by Matilda.
“T’ll take my Noey’s Ark book to read in at g’ography
school.”

The boys, having swallowed their dinners, were
already shouting at “Bull in the Pen,” when the
girls gathered to take turns at the swing. How sweet
these allotted ten or a dozen rushes through the air
were, with some swift-footed girl running under you
to send you up among the branches! The glee with
which you grabbed a leaf, your slow reluctance in
“letting the old cat die,” and another succeed you!
The number of games of “Black Man,” “ Poison,”
“ Base,” which can be crowded into one noon, has
never been computed. Every muscle is strained, the
hair clings to pink foreheads, lungs and hearts work
like engines, and the outdoor world is Zoo sweet to be
given up when that rattle of the master’s ferule against



ROCKY

the window sash is supplemented by the stern call of
“ Books |”

Drenched in the dew of health,. every little body
rushed again to the hard benches. Bluebell told her-
self she always liked afternoon, it seemed so short;
and as the sun stooped lower and lower, a lump of
homesickness grew in her for the old weather-stained
house, her father’s return from his daily rounds, and
the baby’s tow head and black eyes which were sure
to meet her at the lower bars. Then there was the
spelling-class which crowned every day’s labor. Or-
thography may not be the most important element of

FORK. 7

while Amanda Willey’s voice could scarcely be heard ;
some pupils answered “half a day;" and for others
there was a hurried cry of “absent,” not always cor-
rect, as in the case of John Tegarden, who shook fist
and head many times at Jo Hall for shouting absent
to his name when he was there in the body. Jo
ducked his shoulders, and intimated by lifting his
eyebrows, grimacing and nodding, that this was an
oversight on his part. And John was obliged to
carry his grievance outdoors, as he was the first
boy on his bench. Dinner-bag and cap in hand, he
stopped at the door to scrape and say “ good-evening |”



































































































































































































































































































































































































































AT THE PASTURE BARS.

education, but Bluebell thought it was, and she had a
genius for it. While Tildy swung sleepy legs, Blue-
bell mentally counted her own “head-marks,” and
speculated on what the master’s offered prize might
be at the end of the term. Classes succeeded each
other, and the sweet dream-producing hum went
on, until Bluebell found‘herself again going triumph-
antly “down foot,” having scored still another head-
mark.

Then the roll was called, while reticules, bonnets
and caps were slyly gathered off their pegs and passed
from hand to hand, that no one might keep the others
waiting. Jo Hall responded to his name with a shout,

to the master, receiving a stately ‘ good-evening ” in
return, Thus one by one they filed out, each child
stopping to make that grave salutation, until the
master was free to close the double doors and fasten
them with chain and padlock.

It was more than two hours till sunset; but there
were long shadows in the woods, and an evening
coolness was stealing over the beautiful earth.

The Rocky Fork foaming over boulders or spread-
ing into still pools at the feet of beaming trees,
shaded, variable, but clear as spring water, cut the

-home path in two, and was spanned by a foot-log.

The wheel of Hall’s mill turned lazily here, and the



8 ROCKY
mill-race made Bluebell’s brain unsteady. Not so
the shady pebbles in the stream. She sat and

watched them after crossing until Tildy’s voice up
the ascent gave her warning to hurry.

All the country was in that afterglow of sunset
when she reached the pasture-bars behind the house.

FORK.

And of course there was the little sister at the bars,
her curly tow hair dovetailed at the back, her black
eyes spread and both white claws clinging around the
wood.

“ Some tump’ny’s tum!” she cried.





ROCKY FORK.



By Mary HartTwELL CaTHERWOOD.



CHAPTER IV.

COMPANY.

HE announcement that there was company did

not prevent Bluebell from climbing the bars

and giving Roxy a warm hug, but rather added
strength to the embrace.

“You little darling, it’s been so long since I saw
you! Ear-ly this morning sisser went away. Who’s
come? Hope it isn’t somebody that'll keep us from
playing and having a good time.”

The tow-headed sister spread her nervous little
hands and attempted description while trotting along.

“Lady with turls: nice, nice lady!”

“Ts father home?”

“No.”

“ Doesn’t Liza know who she is?”

“No, Liza say, ‘Take off your fings. Doctor be
home pretty soon.’”

“Oh, It’s somebody to be doctored.”

“It’s tump’ny !” urged Rocco. “We goin’ to have
plum p’serves for supper.”

This settled it. Liza was a discriminating house-
keeper who did not regale calling patients with her
best preserves. The doctor’s house was also his
office where people came for medicines or treatment,
and the Rocky Forkers were willing to make it a free
hotel; but Liza was not.

Liza had been spinster mistress of the house for
twenty-five years. Her mother died only the year
before her cousin Doctor Garde and his orphans
came, and the short, plump, merry, quick old maid
had taken care of her mother for a longtime. She
liked taking care of people. It was really for the



ROCKY

privilege of taking care of the children that she
rented her premises to her cousin. He came with
two babies, and a new medical diploma to build up a
practice among the hills, and threw himself entirely
into work, leaving Liza to bring up the children as
she saw best. She was a woman with a wholesome
soul, and they all got on comfortably. While she
thought the doctor remarkable in his profession, and
felt pride in his cases and cures, outside of that, being
considerably his senior, she took the attitude of a
protecting aunt.

To-night the children saw her standing in the back

FORK, 3

that half nursery, -half bedroom, which the children
occupied with Liza. of then
mother’s furniture: a mahogany closet of drawers,
bulging in front; a stuffed rocking-chair in which
Bluebell told the little sister stories; a crib, and a
trundle-bed which was not pushed under Liza's white-
valanced and quilt-covered four-poster, but stood
under a window that the cherry-boughs scraped. ‘The
room was whitewashed as fair as a lily, even to the
hewed wood joists. Liza’s dresses hung on_ nails
along the wall, and Bluebell’s hung beneath in a row
which she could reach.

It contained some



THE TUMP’NY.

door, looking comely and important, her black hair
sleeked down to her cheeks.

“M’lissy,” she exclaimed—for when Liza was
anxious or graye, she gave the child her baptismal
name — “ go into my room and put on your blue calico,
and your white stockings and slippers. Vl come and
braid your hair.”

“Who’s come, Liza?”

“Tt’s some of your kin. Mind, now, don’t go
through the sitting-room.”

Then Bluebell knew that the awful presence was
there. She walked on tiptoe past the closed door,
Rocco at her heels, and slipped up the staircase to

Her heelless slippers and fine open-work stockings
came out of the chest of drawers; and she was soon
struggling to hook the blue calico, but ineffectually,
when Liza came up like a breeze, brushed anc braided
her hair in two short tails, tied the tails with yellow
brocaded ribbon from her own ribbon-box, and looked
her over approvingly.

“ Now don’t forget your curchy,” she admonished,
“Come here, Rocky: Iet me braid your hair, too,
while I’m about it.”

Rocky demurred, but it was no use.

)

Tier lint
locks were swiftly made into two tiny strands and also
tied across with yellow ribbon, giving her an ancient



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e5f49f64c0f929843da921f06c59d65f4bf47d4f
'2012-02-10T10:29:25-05:00'
describe
'823545' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBUV' 'sip-files00001.jp2'
3eba90bc320db75986a6debc472e679e
ae5cc8a337d7800a1effaf4b04b030800662ef75
'2012-02-10T10:27:33-05:00'
describe
'434156' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBUW' 'sip-files00001.jpg'
9a92ce61816d3da1f843cc2ebe6910a6
ba4dd0f317e1a14aa273591229bd7a6177edea71
'2012-02-10T10:22:41-05:00'
describe
'119174' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBUX' 'sip-files00001.QC.jpg'
8561aca5d17b3f002e73f482c472fe5d
cc4c5c9c42215d47d1cd8db912d8be13b8eb1acf
'2012-02-10T10:31:01-05:00'
describe
'19778188' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBUY' 'sip-files00001.tif'
a6fc1023c00d3ca8ae24d01ca72431d2
0ace2c303342ef4f355f116066b8e2c103aae1f2
'2012-02-10T10:11:22-05:00'
describe
'36436' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBUZ' 'sip-files00001thm.jpg'
a6823e3557d557b26d71954752c887c2
1d37337e05773f22d66798d0826f88bcfe8dc618
'2012-02-10T10:29:27-05:00'
describe
'703155' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVA' 'sip-files00002.jp2'
74dd468fb09abbbd4aaf4a70818fb564
da5586135f3dd751c033f8c66960d02c67a38f4a
'2012-02-10T10:30:38-05:00'
describe
'442960' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVB' 'sip-files00002.jpg'
55038f73d0bd56ba61af6efb736b7495
863863b90356477555b6314e34dce7b6f666e721
'2012-02-10T10:18:35-05:00'
describe
'427' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVC' 'sip-files00002.pro'
767aab632a25b768cde229afe3475fce
ea982e245f14f5129d9d9ed8b7347dd425ba107a
'2012-02-10T10:11:49-05:00'
describe
'121754' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVD' 'sip-files00002.QC.jpg'
a3197a17c6b43f185fed9fd796ed9189
cd277938c1ea85e1c8a117fbb10a97c8a9da04d7
'2012-02-10T10:35:33-05:00'
describe
'16885060' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVE' 'sip-files00002.tif'
ee2f06be185a9050a86edcb4ebad2c01
1fc7c6c40508a56c1b96cbc53b8f1e94f747bffa
'2012-02-10T10:21:45-05:00'
describe
'37' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVF' 'sip-files00002.txt'
0ce9d3f680582817fe2b997619b4a2bc
7a39752bf3a6feca2c2c17282091b66dfee4892e
'2012-02-10T10:31:13-05:00'
describe
'36133' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVG' 'sip-files00002thm.jpg'
869c1e5f2d8b3430ddc67a459e229b71
a747d9bd072e3aacf0bbc10cd3f12a5e18cfd29e
'2012-02-10T10:36:41-05:00'
describe
'682211' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVH' 'sip-files00004.jp2'
53185368821eb1997299107b0f8c877f
e33962aa33fec7be304d0266b6fc6cb64ab45f07
'2012-02-10T10:28:15-05:00'
describe
'337479' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVI' 'sip-files00004.jpg'
00ab7c26cdefac37cf445fe4b03957a7
dd71ad0d8db22181a334aceedb403c5e8754cd23
'2012-02-10T10:27:54-05:00'
describe
'5427' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVJ' 'sip-files00004.pro'
867a17411e3e4da649a15e93c4ea0993
85b6daf981f86366796f18a28d4a612aa93b871f
'2012-02-10T10:13:49-05:00'
describe
'109588' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVK' 'sip-files00004.QC.jpg'
04e52118c29913e0d672678f5926ada7
d35cde8d1788bb66cb47841f5dc409a9b6f1fc54
'2012-02-10T10:26:09-05:00'
describe
'5478496' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVL' 'sip-files00004.tif'
6c3d62481b8767a3795bae842f66f271
863c0a2afa6abae8b61fa214f0e5c1b550bfa340
'2012-02-10T10:27:44-05:00'
describe
'301' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVM' 'sip-files00004.txt'
ff93cd2983062ef2806553f0902363fe
c079f2a0bba3b9df6623398f6c54af27897685b5
'2012-02-10T10:32:17-05:00'
describe
'44518' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVN' 'sip-files00004thm.jpg'
d3481e8df98a66813e4f00fecb159edd
d1bffc7e5577d310496b56e9d99339745956950f
'2012-02-10T10:21:04-05:00'
describe
'29329' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVO' 'sip-files00005.jp2'
eb7543600b9553a2b2036013cf1f47ab
bb2f81df1905d1b7f795746b09fbb48d9566db20
'2012-02-10T10:22:52-05:00'
describe
'8240' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVP' 'sip-files00005.jpg'
da079d93df47a299667a74a61dd53ab5
2086ec1db909eac1661253b970d537339364c3ba
'2012-02-10T10:31:39-05:00'
describe
'1273' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVQ' 'sip-files00005.pro'
c89254d817c652575417e22e65876e98
e76772d4356bedb519831ed361383171c6659cb3
'2012-02-10T10:20:39-05:00'
describe
'2596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVR' 'sip-files00005.QC.jpg'
80eb4c7102f0dfd9f49b70284c6cddd7
02997aa2cc8f4896753fb9d43db984e3fb0fd9f0
'2012-02-10T10:10:59-05:00'
describe
'5612776' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVS' 'sip-files00005.tif'
2d54bb3b865f7d444ee478163f24e014
df22c3a13a06b1d1cb4219374fb362528722cfa1
'2012-02-10T10:13:16-05:00'
describe
'138' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVT' 'sip-files00005.txt'
146212978ff6857230bc68f064a8700a
bdc36340dd40cbe0662bd3b486c57886afe101b3
'2012-02-10T10:20:04-05:00'
describe
'931' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVU' 'sip-files00005thm.jpg'
4955867025bd6be92758a1d5e45138e6
83149e53e8a6ea65224478166f4f88efcd843a5d
'2012-02-10T10:11:55-05:00'
describe
'700024' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVV' 'sip-files00006.jp2'
b5cd4c632ff134195b1875c43fe582b3
7d98a9a97425d76a052c532fcb5da095cad876fd
'2012-02-10T10:29:13-05:00'
describe
'304332' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVW' 'sip-files00006.jpg'
03dd9fff3ab2e5d85dd03d0fde5f1709
6717bac465f65f3bfb164edba084039739b3df75
'2012-02-10T10:29:48-05:00'
describe
'2498' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVX' 'sip-files00006.pro'
77a75302f2ae55e3e61117379143b519
ed777c0be85309b5f655e8b89063abf9fee528bd
'2012-02-10T10:36:23-05:00'
describe
'93782' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVY' 'sip-files00006.QC.jpg'
e220a921d23308d4f2b9688a64f87aa7
7c3a29f2b07054c23a6172c58f8f09da0fcd99b7
'2012-02-10T10:36:28-05:00'
describe
'5621348' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBVZ' 'sip-files00006.tif'
0c3742030854a6c5249cad0452d58292
f0ec571903b32fe40a6933df2ad506cdcf331f86
'2012-02-10T10:20:59-05:00'
describe
'170' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWA' 'sip-files00006.txt'
337bfdd4fa51fca0d776182027532f28
f4dcaec962ae933d708ca7ab3c98650a99ba80fe
'2012-02-10T10:32:43-05:00'
describe
'37641' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWB' 'sip-files00006thm.jpg'
8e83f03da56e7ba3345ab400e65c3558
6ee994af8d08af38eb56ced6bdad1c07943203fd
'2012-02-10T10:35:11-05:00'
describe
'700338' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWC' 'sip-files00008.jp2'
175547f8b4506de48da7118e3db65a4e
c0b7aa789cce6f8ee030f730c6080e8357661c71
'2012-02-10T10:21:58-05:00'
describe
'498646' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWD' 'sip-files00008.jpg'
5c9153fd08c33c243e394be28edceaf5
02bfc50e51dabb1c5bf928ce69806632851726f3
'2012-02-10T10:14:03-05:00'
describe
'82501' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWE' 'sip-files00008.pro'
bfe1eae2b7bb96a610af0dd7a3d6728e
a4eabbcc0e9f377770aca2a065924070b45e51d6
'2012-02-10T10:20:20-05:00'
describe
'159896' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWF' 'sip-files00008.QC.jpg'
24e9932556d0f1a17d69c95aa8dca450
93db358f094662d1e3cb482d3ac28693a52ccdd7
'2012-02-10T10:30:12-05:00'
describe
'5626416' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWG' 'sip-files00008.tif'
083718b30a43a5f21461d27b5023c064
93476c8484cb3a0c7fe0eefa5cd7021dbaefa903
'2012-02-10T10:19:40-05:00'
describe
'3771' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWH' 'sip-files00008.txt'
205047d3b4b9fc3f35fba3cb818163ba
9a5b7e30ded4b79e9b4e1cf7bd1d4bedc79574cd
'2012-02-10T10:18:52-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'58596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWI' 'sip-files00008thm.jpg'
1a870bade4ced8c1526cd85036dc7495
9312a8e7015ab78f591711954b53c676eb6c6724
'2012-02-10T10:17:32-05:00'
describe
'700394' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWJ' 'sip-files00009.jp2'
ef043ad9766f1e2291c137aa2dcfbb5e
2570b2e9c23b20e135a0334e25fbe30378b97392
'2012-02-10T10:26:40-05:00'
describe
'530878' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWK' 'sip-files00009.jpg'
b8b1c52ce00322ffe5c5c3dfc83ed92a
eceb40b899b55ea11bfc616206cdb5db37a4b01a
'2012-02-10T10:17:27-05:00'
describe
'84495' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWL' 'sip-files00009.pro'
3141b2a4684729a8ac15f63a7913a920
4eed3b927f093dd73e834255a907076fa3eca635
'2012-02-10T10:25:14-05:00'
describe
'170198' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWM' 'sip-files00009.QC.jpg'
9f5080aae1af042129986a1f040da5fd
a32e471da843359b1802989e6f8729dd75020012
'2012-02-10T10:34:00-05:00'
describe
'5627004' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWN' 'sip-files00009.tif'
f8cd12fb9bb99e0f952a8250573a1ff2
9a60d5936693e04fc1f564e5e7737f9f36110f05
'2012-02-10T10:27:37-05:00'
describe
'3899' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWO' 'sip-files00009.txt'
31d5d66aaf19ed336124f4c9019df0dd
01aaac019247bdb1fdb91296ee6b163bfc7f59bc
'2012-02-10T10:24:32-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'62282' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWP' 'sip-files00009thm.jpg'
530e7fe1fec101aa3ccdbd356409b75d
d2ae880318835c2f910f2ed3b3fdce31f8e526ab
'2012-02-10T10:25:38-05:00'
describe
'700310' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWQ' 'sip-files00010.jp2'
a57a0056f0eb8f4d2631c810c8b03830
5e8ae14b1806bf40e834fd3564f53f9a5b261120
'2012-02-10T10:17:53-05:00'
describe
'590015' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWR' 'sip-files00010.jpg'
60569a69a7f1e9b9703ee3bf0d843696
0e5174ac2b0fd29a207fcdf1b11a3a685c198635
'2012-02-10T10:11:29-05:00'
describe
'111080' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWS' 'sip-files00010.pro'
59b188cfbfa2fe51e7cf80aa2f0bac69
19e1fb864846e7fa498c3c83928c890a9402cc06
'2012-02-10T10:24:03-05:00'
describe
'187966' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWT' 'sip-files00010.QC.jpg'
612c75eaa4bb22e29211f5002552623a
113b1a9fdbbcae134155de7e8932f22916cb6365
'2012-02-10T10:14:01-05:00'
describe
'5627716' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWU' 'sip-files00010.tif'
4d235625923935199e59063a8fbc10bf
10c3c1c88c4bf8a6f41f5b559229121e00746743
'2012-02-10T10:31:37-05:00'
describe
'4655' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWV' 'sip-files00010.txt'
386f6b382a5dd4c1809aacb61e12865e
5605e66834d6c69ee85853a2739fe55a1655f99a
'2012-02-10T10:31:47-05:00'
describe
'65909' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWW' 'sip-files00010thm.jpg'
fc5856c6ffbe1d07c00a4b458584c703
e344cdd00496a975e408c1dd264f56f8e47f3952
'2012-02-10T10:19:02-05:00'
describe
'700396' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWX' 'sip-files00011.jp2'
194ebe73ab5f8d5fe6e7e835eb3055aa
17b328093db74e571a78bc5b756b9ad3d35de6be
'2012-02-10T10:14:08-05:00'
describe
'591458' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWY' 'sip-files00011.jpg'
3b06ab22b27a2c24374dbe52bab38458
278b36e69c912cb16eaaadf8bf56a23a51ecc113
'2012-02-10T10:11:43-05:00'
describe
'112010' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBWZ' 'sip-files00011.pro'
bef3963edc55ad519f37f603cac6eeb2
e2ed47a94ec45077c78ac49865a40211ef0537c9
'2012-02-10T10:22:14-05:00'
describe
'188591' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXA' 'sip-files00011.QC.jpg'
84de753f69532b0066a45a08508dc31d
dcdad47a555543aebf464f787a2e6f1f61a85c98
'2012-02-10T10:15:43-05:00'
describe
'5627700' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXB' 'sip-files00011.tif'
3c7b79bd95d6699c2853c612220f2c80
aa9daa53a66ee90ea785e14dee2c5d14fd113a77
'2012-02-10T10:19:24-05:00'
describe
'4879' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXC' 'sip-files00011.txt'
d121f5f3c749896fe994c81cb009783e
13b8b138c01c7b17280c190c44f26eec1f124dbe
'2012-02-10T10:14:10-05:00'
describe
'66110' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXD' 'sip-files00011thm.jpg'
1e33eba2dca2df9744dd2a70422d50f9
3e8db4c6eec82af7e720927af85fe71a7a4cd897
'2012-02-10T10:15:59-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXE' 'sip-files00012.jp2'
d561de57abaf8331885591c0c16b5227
676b0d504d6aa240077710484fc52e7ae0e7bb15
'2012-02-10T10:16:54-05:00'
describe
'562034' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXF' 'sip-files00012.jpg'
feee40a2d875c99f87d66c0921be2cdf
7d556d73981eed42d8872d494fc44a2f285a09a6
'2012-02-10T10:14:50-05:00'
describe
'95365' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXG' 'sip-files00012.pro'
7b4d9000040f97f1520953ad8e1f8e18
bc5a2d3a9825d7545bea8f144b22b6636b5445df
'2012-02-10T10:16:42-05:00'
describe
'181011' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXH' 'sip-files00012.QC.jpg'
22dadfa09cda0e1f440aa7239a9b9c74
628e012ae3464abbd507a2dc67573de20eed6838
'2012-02-10T10:31:18-05:00'
describe
'5627520' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXI' 'sip-files00012.tif'
9a5c46938325ebb359a064a90c8ed8b2
da3ba0c5d90fc461d668fad445e9f6faf2c2551d
'2012-02-10T10:19:03-05:00'
describe
'4446' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXJ' 'sip-files00012.txt'
0e7089b22dd7027979d7e31e6bbcb079
dc780bc985e9e11cef2c826beb900573c3fe17cd
'2012-02-10T10:24:48-05:00'
describe
'64418' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXK' 'sip-files00012thm.jpg'
e75f35531fe8af1b97bf4f2ad09ee587
d99060f51acc31de00c69eeb9b6f9bed14918e4f
'2012-02-10T10:36:45-05:00'
describe
'700393' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXL' 'sip-files00013.jp2'
87e484a41ecbf3857022b6856246db97
8351a5c9c9c8837390ec05864a07dc4ea9f494b5
'2012-02-10T10:26:48-05:00'
describe
'516587' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXM' 'sip-files00013.jpg'
a804d8071741f94e75e06e4b34e1757e
63e19524a3bf14fd78aa5d19d9e52d49391d1373
'2012-02-10T10:19:45-05:00'
describe
'93162' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXN' 'sip-files00013.pro'
33966d5e9e1e7f806343b51c55baca49
f6a5e40ff0fca91f3fbe63c5125dbc8be6acecf0
'2012-02-10T10:22:08-05:00'
describe
'164890' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXO' 'sip-files00013.QC.jpg'
31a6c2c670945cda570cf297762e68fd
8e3272281283cea8373a044e41750bcae2c4d58f
'2012-02-10T10:18:21-05:00'
describe
'5626444' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXP' 'sip-files00013.tif'
d8b771973b8a98915011d01f9318f743
b2a9aa5cb19e3ef44bae3ca977e25d71461302f9
'2012-02-10T10:19:34-05:00'
describe
'3842' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXQ' 'sip-files00013.txt'
6d96434cf789a0eed3438c07fd518138
fccce8483f4db950a447a202ed9cfb6aec88efb4
'2012-02-10T10:34:32-05:00'
describe
'59057' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXR' 'sip-files00013thm.jpg'
db886c5921b347605f9aca316005effc
f9f71506437073b3202da815718c2a8145ff8bec
'2012-02-10T10:20:27-05:00'
describe
'700390' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXS' 'sip-files00014.jp2'
abf3648a3ad74cee7459a4dab3b13629
32a05c79b8b5d7c44a5545e9452d868abd2815dd
'2012-02-10T10:18:08-05:00'
describe
'492008' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXT' 'sip-files00014.jpg'
c04c5297df3077e8c33891fb95b5a732
d89961ed1a1409651ee75c15d9f17a7e1aa0f52d
'2012-02-10T10:36:10-05:00'
describe
'88753' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXU' 'sip-files00014.pro'
3246401df2effab3fac433e3c8126f42
34481244234378347e32431d0eb546b9ee5189a7
'2012-02-10T10:31:52-05:00'
describe
'160555' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXV' 'sip-files00014.QC.jpg'
3fb245599fef361dd143e89185ca833a
91a2ce396c83d110e6aac7ffb6e8e0ff5608593d
'2012-02-10T10:11:03-05:00'
describe
'5626520' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXW' 'sip-files00014.tif'
d347c2fb16b61fcb380ad1bd06e4a165
629c26b0069d9363af5e6aba2e0f2cf29116002d
'2012-02-10T10:12:31-05:00'
describe
'3708' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXX' 'sip-files00014.txt'
99767fcfe49c27e70117af0f7b3fe2d9
c37baa907c41d081cc39f81d3c76f2a711045de2
'2012-02-10T10:18:03-05:00'
describe
'58310' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXY' 'sip-files00014thm.jpg'
167fd2b6dc4efeecf24f8aa32a04622c
2f0b471ef0d742509ca613b47a620504439bc995
'2012-02-10T10:17:07-05:00'
describe
'700337' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBXZ' 'sip-files00015.jp2'
d0f2a58e09331b0b9404e6876f2d7f49
f9a84d5c7e57b55ec637891ce8114395ccd61049
'2012-02-10T10:19:59-05:00'
describe
'542069' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYA' 'sip-files00015.jpg'
b5f7dd80ce0585c4774581d1b73618db
ea6a207112dc40f05c9c0c52ae019f2e231046da
'2012-02-10T10:30:15-05:00'
describe
'87962' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYB' 'sip-files00015.pro'
c8a78d7a31791b23f9b909aa13c49324
dc36dfd09dd950f8b8bc7c7e882b214bd559df98
describe
'172907' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYC' 'sip-files00015.QC.jpg'
d7bbea2cf782f0923f888ea62b2cba7f
ec5ae1664bcbea3a60fdc7537f8522cc31623560
'2012-02-10T10:13:22-05:00'
describe
'5627308' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYD' 'sip-files00015.tif'
a62d4fbe52011a67f0736a5f9fb467f5
2c81663a0ed3961ab982a29abc2d5b29502444d0
'2012-02-10T10:11:21-05:00'
describe
'3782' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYE' 'sip-files00015.txt'
e750e0dfbbf6e0682855eed4a320d859
9e6c54a7599353e482a4c44397bca4caf13d4987
'2012-02-10T10:31:23-05:00'
describe
'63093' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYF' 'sip-files00015thm.jpg'
cb110705994b1fb37e26e3e5ac56c530
78e3258baa5f87ebc56f8bf62e94c9fecd95a81f
'2012-02-10T10:15:41-05:00'
describe
'700340' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYG' 'sip-files00016.jp2'
07ce1c25308330f3b4a7e286280a4459
155947f933116e5693ea6f23ecffd146507ad2fb
'2012-02-10T10:23:24-05:00'
describe
'558549' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYH' 'sip-files00016.jpg'
aaa26e543cba1d5bd8853ad88afb372a
ee9494864d1e0061566d743942bc9449df0fb743
describe
'83718' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYI' 'sip-files00016.pro'
6c28db8049d89b43d6aed7f415369b75
c632868626eca83fc07556b479bbbbadfe4dfc8b
'2012-02-10T10:15:03-05:00'
describe
'178375' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYJ' 'sip-files00016.QC.jpg'
1bdd4bcdb7088ee7315d7ec5d2940ac2
6e0c250d7450e3ed6f4a210eac685a43da9e3b18
'2012-02-10T10:20:49-05:00'
describe
'5627092' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYK' 'sip-files00016.tif'
d22321cd8394e0408fe7897e73349511
4fa1d4dc2f93a520caaf2ff26a1e9f450b629aae
'2012-02-10T10:33:26-05:00'
describe
'3490' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYL' 'sip-files00016.txt'
c72720203020e862ee8e46a6fc371a21
dada11c9b9dde7c824cfcf1815c604a93a79814a
'2012-02-10T10:20:36-05:00'
describe
'63796' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYM' 'sip-files00016thm.jpg'
e569da339124f64c5cb414a5a3746df8
b14a596267023f87dbf010f227afd44814a59203
'2012-02-10T10:27:34-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYN' 'sip-files00017.jp2'
28f7747eff240966d877e28c3ba49022
d15b0010e4accdbd4959a1e407e5b9a9d24a0712
'2012-02-10T10:29:38-05:00'
describe
'552374' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYO' 'sip-files00017.jpg'
89e47f91afc281a62b715e41fc13b2d0
f74772b410145de0e42d79cf01f567cdc7f116da
'2012-02-10T10:15:16-05:00'
describe
'106052' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYP' 'sip-files00017.pro'
107ddae508387749be1c4296bdc49d7b
f2867a31820998f9e34237a1a81c26997873d057
'2012-02-10T10:12:07-05:00'
describe
'176991' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYQ' 'sip-files00017.QC.jpg'
05f2e198893eeddb78feeeb9ce93b343
f0bb24627cbda28aaf19886425964d8200f89776
'2012-02-10T10:30:41-05:00'
describe
'5627040' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYR' 'sip-files00017.tif'
a347c88a8054a8de2f648766db7a2cc6
b9003432df71b2fa85fb3de94f369d8b8035afa6
'2012-02-10T10:23:00-05:00'
describe
'4498' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYS' 'sip-files00017.txt'
6db0dde8e989bd44d4cff42b76b1f6f8
878cd0f5d908892963b48b82ca05be3ff8471d62
'2012-02-10T10:31:46-05:00'
describe
'63020' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYT' 'sip-files00017thm.jpg'
d633ef36f5015676880e0ddad173b1ef
74f356953cd1d6b4c41df46b8a156626e44cbb30
'2012-02-10T10:12:26-05:00'
describe
'700319' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYU' 'sip-files00018.jp2'
64deab31184a9ae3c79b709b102c75df
56f30906851a1a8724509cb86bce3e3014ebf938
'2012-02-10T10:12:22-05:00'
describe
'562730' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYV' 'sip-files00018.jpg'
fa764dbf9b99c3c0852f458f36069029
df0954e8179216d8a2fee1c516bacfd541e669f5
'2012-02-10T10:21:40-05:00'
describe
'93876' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYW' 'sip-files00018.pro'
6264dde9e4376fc1a5482ad576c72f91
3dfe1cf8a8258688f6ee32d471f1971b3fe0ef28
'2012-02-10T10:18:32-05:00'
describe
'178314' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYX' 'sip-files00018.QC.jpg'
d096fd3f609ef9fb79aa3f3a80b96750
0847cd535e8fb9f89c30488b045a404b28529162
'2012-02-10T10:32:34-05:00'
describe
'5627020' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYY' 'sip-files00018.tif'
66d94b84c5acf9aff80d8d393690e4fd
b8678cf29ed41b6da686fc4dd6abe047cfd28ebf
'2012-02-10T10:19:43-05:00'
describe
'3873' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBYZ' 'sip-files00018.txt'
e1e3a4d6c31396fa65412579ddeded2c
e6daabddb50227e30c67422eece61b9ed0594779
'2012-02-10T10:16:27-05:00'
describe
'62390' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZA' 'sip-files00018thm.jpg'
906e6da2619f505c60c2137d427a1f4f
2d6ec80664140571158910aa96ea23f08f5d5244
'2012-02-10T10:19:32-05:00'
describe
'700388' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZB' 'sip-files00019.jp2'
c097dbc90fe564ee542361117df31897
f5d3acddbb38061955dae7e7d11dd6dfad8efb8c
'2012-02-10T10:19:54-05:00'
describe
'559554' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZC' 'sip-files00019.jpg'
fb2af3cd9a081f92a2a8013bdac38d65
2d0f48d2c0de8aa1c1479ef0815785e28f0ef846
'2012-02-10T10:27:39-05:00'
describe
'107969' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZD' 'sip-files00019.pro'
1548be95394039dfacb25183858eddc8
2afa104c9eeb66e5054702d0eee41fa0769da94d
describe
'182245' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZE' 'sip-files00019.QC.jpg'
165a0d5c4a5768c3b37d43a27f4482eb
495e0f56a2c2da1fc85262568258a6fcd5cf73f9
'2012-02-10T10:27:19-05:00'
describe
'5627596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZF' 'sip-files00019.tif'
9f0ae1e28df13c74a346e90c6317339f
3ab4998f6087802b435221626a9b2a9c71a9621b
'2012-02-10T10:35:51-05:00'
describe
'4513' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZG' 'sip-files00019.txt'
1158afe6e6a820ff6d6f798e4c20d69f
2e0be484f5af6a95a3917454626ced5d3f6f1402
'2012-02-10T10:30:53-05:00'
describe
'65279' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZH' 'sip-files00019thm.jpg'
a4eaf9afccc88f6dddb6a808c3057f7f
7c8c8208b47c26e703e4444b2737a6a481f7639f
'2012-02-10T10:36:16-05:00'
describe
'700347' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZI' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
1e4795e780cf97b9f82db8c5ee8e8fa1
da5e4f0f3b319aa3db28d80ea8e49a3bd09a55a1
'2012-02-10T10:14:32-05:00'
describe
'509568' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZJ' 'sip-files00020.jpg'
ea5a6c4a9357304fc34adf6b00733917
f1d0a5c1852414d8650784594a4118bd0761fb8d
'2012-02-10T10:20:31-05:00'
describe
'88951' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZK' 'sip-files00020.pro'
9cd3c9f0bd3a298b4d40252a37f7a2df
bf17ad26a28dbc7d4df97205e4f4e069f20e405e
'2012-02-10T10:15:32-05:00'
describe
'167928' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZL' 'sip-files00020.QC.jpg'
0007437bf3d0e5c1dde10374c9f343a2
c28d9bce39358649773a4e4f7a45aeac2b9c013d
'2012-02-10T10:25:01-05:00'
describe
'5626752' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZM' 'sip-files00020.tif'
064cc2043bda92168b2ec4ee4ea0edd9
b71d4a7aebedf752a837182f84706ac678b79abf
'2012-02-10T10:16:52-05:00'
describe
'4126' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZN' 'sip-files00020.txt'
24f76acf9a3dce332bf651737bbf8638
28a80442cc6ec664b2163a473ebd2b2634296822
describe
'61350' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZO' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
d0b70c6af6585c94ad79fbc446a2befd
ba3f98fb82a5e74374e3f592293ed7a879ccf22a
'2012-02-10T10:29:32-05:00'
describe
'700358' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZP' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
f90aafeb07b0dc1b53a8c0908d7b9469
098db37acc97a5498a848eef118face71628c039
'2012-02-10T10:12:43-05:00'
describe
'562572' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZQ' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
78c9ac20a5651e11b2059f556fb32320
aeea90863ed98beeb3e5a673caf3d878ad254a47
'2012-02-10T10:20:17-05:00'
describe
'112522' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZR' 'sip-files00021.pro'
56f7ccfe07bf2f9c099ac176b5acca5f
a25d993a766658c4dd4fb6eb1b9b128765f4d5eb
'2012-02-10T10:34:38-05:00'
describe
'180766' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZS' 'sip-files00021.QC.jpg'
b64c916b2dc7b2d8848943ed9087ddaa
2632efebd8164dfde4fc1f16123b1d02dbe416bb
'2012-02-10T10:20:47-05:00'
describe
'5627148' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZT' 'sip-files00021.tif'
0bc46e692f9cadee15d9423c70a22323
a775c987fb977122879107327997267f28bd9bef
'2012-02-10T10:11:00-05:00'
describe
'4762' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZU' 'sip-files00021.txt'
54fc025da9c8b882d52e098f27683181
d40c86e76b9a33b5e15c4971e5d22f4d0ec802db
'2012-02-10T10:35:01-05:00'
describe
'64066' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZV' 'sip-files00021thm.jpg'
9e21b2c869e7020b18b32129c3f4f0be
bfa6b670dc14e1c6fdfe2820d1d0849963952a5f
'2012-02-10T10:23:36-05:00'
describe
'700389' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZW' 'sip-files00022.jp2'
2b31024e8cf4b6a246012caac3ca963a
b652cd2a72e162ae503f98362e34f745146ecca8
'2012-02-10T10:29:54-05:00'
describe
'339075' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZX' 'sip-files00022.jpg'
400c94070b1d682cebf444a87a858266
43df5f53b58929a5063e428279ccb93f78a16e03
'2012-02-10T10:21:23-05:00'
describe
'37020' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZY' 'sip-files00022.pro'
018a25f790d4b0f046b8c30c8d208e4f
d0e3fd3bd527d482c49f866669a11c09302ace1a
'2012-02-10T10:11:46-05:00'
describe
'120078' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADBZZ' 'sip-files00022.QC.jpg'
72c36abfbb92b551954fd6c753673448
c0a85da70ebfe7d1c11aa03834357a8629614815
describe
'5624960' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAA' 'sip-files00022.tif'
cc5ea9fe1304899d3ce29649c2c0e01e
f1c9c20f91d66a2161d3dd199ed480e95ed91639
'2012-02-10T10:11:35-05:00'
describe
'1582' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAB' 'sip-files00022.txt'
08b18c0ca2b7d340449409246d51447a
b23d823fb3fe2ee786fd4538049aa903f9aae3d4
'2012-02-10T10:31:20-05:00'
describe
'48845' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAC' 'sip-files00022thm.jpg'
90f259c7e4aa29acd8493135ae8ee372
b76afe59a02d20e13e72561883a29808d92da06f
'2012-02-10T10:28:31-05:00'
describe
'700375' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAD' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
53aaa1adb842cc5678d59e2226eed7a6
b574fe09f01ea19db107023ab55872c00a9d8910
'2012-02-10T10:16:59-05:00'
describe
'477083' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAE' 'sip-files00023.jpg'
80dd403c51b06711c33933579ddd91b7
10525a8d75117fae66a8ac5503d36be3f7f3a553
'2012-02-10T10:20:10-05:00'
describe
'79939' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAF' 'sip-files00023.pro'
198b4bb219029281ff27c167b05b7cb1
efc0e1677f28c19b064aeb0769df34b77f423b99
'2012-02-10T10:23:56-05:00'
describe
'158820' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAG' 'sip-files00023.QC.jpg'
5a848f5ae20279356d722828ff3efa08
49e2aa1f33ddadc597606c548f632245136528e1
'2012-02-10T10:36:42-05:00'
describe
'5626232' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAH' 'sip-files00023.tif'
0b434171bcce50b2c3b3b3df6f1a27a7
befabdfb21d9fb2ab8f58b0570d6924eecde8ce8
'2012-02-10T10:14:44-05:00'
describe
'3414' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAI' 'sip-files00023.txt'
75f10e98ce85b0f1be8c029b323d3aeb
664d1273452d192ca1ff69a02ac3ba8667193c3d
describe
'58125' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAJ' 'sip-files00023thm.jpg'
a2091858bf0d3b71666f58344f39a804
4d279a9ba82cdb9d893ca5291e4e35ab9ad73c2e
'2012-02-10T10:15:48-05:00'
describe
'700339' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAK' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
9ea617d012a8ce0fdd4036511be21844
a98c199a17143ab889f0bd59d4ead891d86d6bae
'2012-02-10T10:11:48-05:00'
describe
'551709' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAL' 'sip-files00024.jpg'
a6fa475ce65c0a8835754359a272d3ae
0d73e737fabbbbba06f52b426d5c9af3e5df3184
'2012-02-10T10:20:34-05:00'
describe
'110493' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAM' 'sip-files00024.pro'
0dad23f32cc5b24dda7d46359cc91e9a
b324fb2eb8917d9ac47bf205329f6c2e61f8d26a
'2012-02-10T10:16:30-05:00'
describe
'179702' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAN' 'sip-files00024.QC.jpg'
959432ff5bdf704d6e4f9a97b63a9ae2
697b9f1980b14653a7fb843dd95ae935a9868047
'2012-02-10T10:33:56-05:00'
describe
'5627072' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAO' 'sip-files00024.tif'
b83df30f72e8ff161a8ba47a1e276fee
404a4c6380e0ccadd8f5f4f299ddf5c84e4b2a31
'2012-02-10T10:34:30-05:00'
describe
'4622' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAP' 'sip-files00024.txt'
0810a84be629d375100a1846675abc49
14b7c1a31829fe63618562c0cd09c048dcbf728b
'2012-02-10T10:20:16-05:00'
describe
'62631' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAQ' 'sip-files00024thm.jpg'
d2423f718bf4d13fc82bbffcfbcb0b58
aba513363f175b858a15b6a8acc2cf063f68e255
'2012-02-10T10:14:57-05:00'
describe
'700357' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAR' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
9f5dd6e8a64e1f1abee4b8f5f74c9e9c
af40d81e7247c2f2e0e0c11677d1bd5e806b9dac
'2012-02-10T10:12:04-05:00'
describe
'584758' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAS' 'sip-files00025.jpg'
f139bcf5c40a22fb3c9f1fbfa7201dbe
967c2f053f93480e38dadc29ac6ff989cf49597c
'2012-02-10T10:32:48-05:00'
describe
'100010' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAT' 'sip-files00025.pro'
6b725db7a6355b3ce12dba5839af1bc7
9240a50783c3174cb7968432c544eadc379de4bc
'2012-02-10T10:34:25-05:00'
describe
'184131' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAU' 'sip-files00025.QC.jpg'
6ac8989ecb0e185e9d26f9205afe1f09
a15a3b23046a856664bc9e3c4cdd5edff778cdfb
'2012-02-10T10:15:31-05:00'
describe
'5627176' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAV' 'sip-files00025.tif'
8e9bc6c9e50f6dd559e4b30b597e831b
9e26a28823ca3d6461bac70e49b607570782113a
'2012-02-10T10:14:25-05:00'
describe
'4280' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAW' 'sip-files00025.txt'
c3fc9ee81683e465448f4e898c377a22
128f2bacdcfbd77617470ccfe7b641c2cfb2edf2
'2012-02-10T10:13:34-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'64405' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAX' 'sip-files00025thm.jpg'
46a7ae22fb925884efb46d8ad5ebc92c
8971637bda6c0004ceb58c7f6fa8a500d8704601
'2012-02-10T10:11:12-05:00'
describe
'700341' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAY' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
6b2efb7ff3d6822dd2265f9b9c1e4328
8f103de0dabe2d639bdd50ec5f9f15d414c840b7
'2012-02-10T10:26:04-05:00'
describe
'550747' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCAZ' 'sip-files00026.jpg'
587f86cd4748d7a4e2f494933e6aaeac
a515608e75a1cdd30d2dda7a70ee399d9a0d9ec8
'2012-02-10T10:21:16-05:00'
describe
'108328' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBA' 'sip-files00026.pro'
91e2a74e498f6d67879a2ddb8b47c84d
2b353d3fd736e7ceedfec0381cbcc7b6d0453bd5
'2012-02-10T10:25:42-05:00'
describe
'179549' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBB' 'sip-files00026.QC.jpg'
29d12ac358a9224505236eff9370c09a
1827d467a10a5e59c41db5d549787dce47a2ffb7
'2012-02-10T10:29:01-05:00'
describe
'5627156' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBC' 'sip-files00026.tif'
20890c2cf219394f0aed6a4ce9cc4d68
1b074cb00c0b5d09bd02dd5a053a7209d0ecfe35
'2012-02-10T10:27:22-05:00'
describe
'4633' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBD' 'sip-files00026.txt'
0b4f8093a40cc0c47882d508a8bb2cae
8a29e6c1f8a457a3b6f3c1e475766a878c2967e4
'2012-02-10T10:18:18-05:00'
describe
'63122' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBE' 'sip-files00026thm.jpg'
04e7a26d3b29cd62de3b127158528918
37931ac7172ba31b990d0d27e68d12481317280e
'2012-02-10T10:35:41-05:00'
describe
'700385' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBF' 'sip-files00027.jp2'
e67a6bd8e2f7f460dc951f88b189e0ab
45b48f144accb539bbc61d7f12ccf496aad0eff8
'2012-02-10T10:18:02-05:00'
describe
'513897' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBG' 'sip-files00027.jpg'
859d4eb24dd773336a4a0f6c8a2ca361
b437ab3e547d1b5d2ec0cfbeb39a196f1921397d
'2012-02-10T10:25:59-05:00'
describe
'101477' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBH' 'sip-files00027.pro'
9d00177a196b45b2f7fbe10eb1924a23
eecc03215a7c0e6b136a0507f3469db8bd530c99
'2012-02-10T10:16:05-05:00'
describe
'170938' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBI' 'sip-files00027.QC.jpg'
e978d025be3822b3128d41c5b6ccf0d4
f8bdfc4d6289f51b7bc2dcb0cc9219ecc724dbf9
'2012-02-10T10:10:41-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBJ' 'sip-files00027.tif'
cd9ead8d70b5bca717b92a7ccbd4d31e
2d9325b142199031dca97c306f28691b68edfecb
'2012-02-10T10:17:15-05:00'
describe
'4285' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBK' 'sip-files00027.txt'
cf3032fb6c8ea533880f32e0a9812ecd
a48a6368f83ef634b0c980c2a79666ae8fc6bc8c
'2012-02-10T10:20:32-05:00'
describe
'63241' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBL' 'sip-files00027thm.jpg'
3b38fc5f0bc92e6463471d14aa929a7e
ccf4d9996a706f475577c71f6c0901015f074220
'2012-02-10T10:27:25-05:00'
describe
'700372' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBM' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
47d5735bd514e9cb87e2514dc6dfb92a
01c9908cf629d7ca298a9bf9f3e2b938c1732fb8
'2012-02-10T10:24:40-05:00'
describe
'537684' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBN' 'sip-files00028.jpg'
b68a6067d0c004630a350259d79ccbd5
b5af1e04dd74c52f8e8dc4c5b557cfef4c3e0c4a
'2012-02-10T10:24:09-05:00'
describe
'111536' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBO' 'sip-files00028.pro'
3fb1a05804e3070bfcaacf9dae18e3fb
2cc921ac9b87907dfcf13610faaf2ce968acd418
'2012-02-10T10:28:49-05:00'
describe
'179621' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBP' 'sip-files00028.QC.jpg'
3738a94164993f8276ff6d136bfc69f0
2d4357fca3217308ee0f4c1df916099068b5f39f
'2012-02-10T10:26:00-05:00'
describe
'5626928' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBQ' 'sip-files00028.tif'
89b877a48577ba0ff5b08824d49399e3
5f7c40df02a6e7d576a9ed25b41b5d8cd737c7b1
'2012-02-10T10:21:48-05:00'
describe
'4666' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBR' 'sip-files00028.txt'
cf2a805b094bf9adde9c83a0bd9a0fc8
bfc26b9ca710eca7850c607b93920c91fc700210
'2012-02-10T10:11:28-05:00'
describe
'62799' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBS' 'sip-files00028thm.jpg'
e675f72150bd79b7b212a8ea2dbf45eb
81b414128ecd0949d0435e811a9833e035a9fecf
'2012-02-10T10:35:54-05:00'
describe
'700379' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBT' 'sip-files00029.jp2'
1cf74ff865a3eb2dad67e858eb95c01a
a1771e8ace78028bb1b7a8c59f228afee5c6a997
'2012-02-10T10:21:41-05:00'
describe
'554304' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBU' 'sip-files00029.jpg'
93f13360497f60812b572c1172b97b0c
000c61b92a92376877a12d13a0402b625a54d3c0
'2012-02-10T10:32:30-05:00'
describe
'108778' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBV' 'sip-files00029.pro'
b34b567f396d44a24e45d18a2e5d9615
21b746bcbe8d964df413fe99a10140afccd55cf4
'2012-02-10T10:23:05-05:00'
describe
'178300' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBW' 'sip-files00029.QC.jpg'
2865b54c773362d5c1ac2d82f02ab2ce
c3a1757761b58e4fdb86abcd7f9df3d8a2b0faee
'2012-02-10T10:18:04-05:00'
describe
'5627248' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBX' 'sip-files00029.tif'
a18a1a9a9ea9b31f189650acf00f04e6
59171c8056f7542331c3ea0e94c38987cfa25ef1
'2012-02-10T10:27:26-05:00'
describe
'4564' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBY' 'sip-files00029.txt'
7d28a3ecfd4b4b29f61112d82bc8d29c
d576eb4c4c3cc8096c0e2c39e4de991017e4b76c
'2012-02-10T10:12:57-05:00'
describe
'63450' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCBZ' 'sip-files00029thm.jpg'
6eb6f5226413cbb4d2428d5b89c33cbf
53c3f2a98da00b86c1178a450383df2ff11d034e
'2012-02-10T10:12:21-05:00'
describe
'700383' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCA' 'sip-files00030.jp2'
ce469ef2ad0430ac6e3df447caae87bc
f420fda3834f9a574910318c63f9d25193136269
'2012-02-10T10:17:03-05:00'
describe
'541098' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCB' 'sip-files00030.jpg'
c59245bf7edd0dcf17c5f45aa1474a49
27e4ca342f204d31c239039827d45827e0a85e1e
'2012-02-10T10:26:30-05:00'
describe
'107987' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCC' 'sip-files00030.pro'
828c31879986bf1fc07301d0e8ff7553
7e0583ca7849aa1cdaae30ca4335093a796259f7
'2012-02-10T10:19:07-05:00'
describe
'179879' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCD' 'sip-files00030.QC.jpg'
dc839cf37f20f91b3be4611061db9475
ce271dc38bc1f362a38b4e7cc317cf1615f3b8cd
'2012-02-10T10:21:12-05:00'
describe
'5627228' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCE' 'sip-files00030.tif'
c771612e4cff523f3ff257fa482b9eb5
253ed07b0a2d2a4a8da011053c12c34ce840fe4e
'2012-02-10T10:19:22-05:00'
describe
'4569' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCF' 'sip-files00030.txt'
35f02799af7177b7d54a9f371f618413
1d140737d1eb088bfe394d5572bf40c5ac772fe4
'2012-02-10T10:18:45-05:00'
describe
'63667' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCG' 'sip-files00030thm.jpg'
d029bd71fb3674308f34fe914ae1dce1
443fb2646465dd3f798281d74538ba7591351925
'2012-02-10T10:24:22-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCH' 'sip-files00031.jp2'
49a5080a29f634443ea496804c29da4d
a691f3d8d2bb2eeb08dcb830bb20e046093173ea
'2012-02-10T10:35:57-05:00'
describe
'526290' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCI' 'sip-files00031.jpg'
b13e791cbd1df88f26fe2b389da84637
f81aebb3c457c330a4a4e09c7ebb5f33b03efd86
'2012-02-10T10:22:03-05:00'
describe
'82265' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCJ' 'sip-files00031.pro'
dc49c883e2c347443697f3b4c84896be
5a00e3caf04d039b2bf9ec4f45078ad82e39de6c
'2012-02-10T10:23:13-05:00'
describe
'166294' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCK' 'sip-files00031.QC.jpg'
3e88012be84fce2262673bea211d2228
904797eea389cce11330c4a0366fe6d12a340315
'2012-02-10T10:36:20-05:00'
describe
'5626648' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCL' 'sip-files00031.tif'
02c9277706e4ed13e4b57b3abbc22ce4
df0569160d811d58f6c7685c11b6b1870cb326b3
'2012-02-10T10:30:27-05:00'
describe
'3567' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCM' 'sip-files00031.txt'
d2b41b6078f4fa366ae34306771cebee
93166cebd6bdacfd9f932ef4198384f3742de8ad
'2012-02-10T10:27:20-05:00'
describe
'60835' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCN' 'sip-files00031thm.jpg'
ccc42ad29dbf6636f1219ca2692fd05b
12a7b804d20c6ec413b7b787e8705cbf6296e6ed
'2012-02-10T10:12:13-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCO' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
6277c59ab55806c21ad5f1f675202c0b
4c65fe60e050f4fb114b780b12f779b29ffe8fc4
'2012-02-10T10:13:07-05:00'
describe
'450333' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCP' 'sip-files00032.jpg'
bde99b17e1b1071bbe2daed59bb1d871
cb12550f4eee34199cc2be28894a7cf300a8f250
'2012-02-10T10:14:46-05:00'
describe
'78390' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCQ' 'sip-files00032.pro'
198169a7dbaf2ec5fbdd9f9701babdb9
a3d2ace5de1d2a8b07ce565bfa6ec33ae908713f
'2012-02-10T10:18:33-05:00'
describe
'152430' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCR' 'sip-files00032.QC.jpg'
a9ae27e9fbcbb90a8e87372ac6415d30
990e1697907ff0b69f41890bec688984850b7f7e
'2012-02-10T10:34:42-05:00'
describe
'5626488' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCS' 'sip-files00032.tif'
54fb2f0d66627a9083692b42fa67ef98
c9f62af68574d338a046b941d0a576fcc1fc847b
'2012-02-10T10:22:37-05:00'
describe
'3491' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCT' 'sip-files00032.txt'
3a0f1e3bc2aa8e06218498b87642d9d1
d6e3563df11d0a6ef045f3722d947f31c5f8a4ba
'2012-02-10T10:29:57-05:00'
describe
'58869' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCU' 'sip-files00032thm.jpg'
d45bd8b73e28cbd4bddcef20d385a41f
cc7d51ceddb005acebfc4297d93d87cb34f5a240
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCV' 'sip-files00033.jp2'
80910452967796ba24d822d9330f22cd
81a856cb5013faedff65b5de80fa4168a46b05c8
'2012-02-10T10:22:58-05:00'
describe
'571758' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCW' 'sip-files00033.jpg'
ef4fb9d8c642ac3da1e4adb87f0ce2ee
877de14adfe6595da36f8f4399e37b9107337a5b
'2012-02-10T10:17:25-05:00'
describe
'113198' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCX' 'sip-files00033.pro'
c752e879ecc7376aa00f4ff9a1d70f7f
6c98bb239ce428c986c07a8aec99d94b6dc4aa2d
'2012-02-10T10:13:05-05:00'
describe
'184714' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCY' 'sip-files00033.QC.jpg'
23be4ea9adba918235d695cedadea227
bc2ced4528f6f4764784563c5567bfdcfd27f7eb
'2012-02-10T10:12:56-05:00'
describe
'5627524' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCCZ' 'sip-files00033.tif'
9927fc210af67e75828a5749fe7d3543
fca193657e221ed53eac62bb779587315edf67f5
'2012-02-10T10:13:12-05:00'
describe
'4734' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDA' 'sip-files00033.txt'
ea5fc840c50ae012e7fd52b4d6515885
7e6a302964670820fa0978d6a962202a3f0123ac
'2012-02-10T10:33:35-05:00'
describe
'64849' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDB' 'sip-files00033thm.jpg'
7c271c0b9376c8c8c7f67ad474fd4ef8
a57248832ef2b23ba6514b47cbc668169e7c3c5c
'2012-02-10T10:11:16-05:00'
describe
'700369' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDC' 'sip-files00034.jp2'
109b9e95c88ec4e1437ae44b11e9d22b
74807ca689c6c3396656a27ef88a2e4a1c09b333
'2012-02-10T10:26:24-05:00'
describe
'583422' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDD' 'sip-files00034.jpg'
83f5926306182cbec594f2721281df3e
c2cbbb20da67596493999762d945a0f68ee8851a
'2012-02-10T10:18:00-05:00'
describe
'116962' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDE' 'sip-files00034.pro'
37a53a69e88a8322878c79f8b8183017
effa8c935455927a7540c220f1b92a0b053dc749
'2012-02-10T10:15:10-05:00'
describe
'186577' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDF' 'sip-files00034.QC.jpg'
6a7ab10ec514f12a72f88f0c2baba834
a78023dd24df12ad4ef302b538c50d45baf6c3d8
'2012-02-10T10:14:07-05:00'
describe
'5627472' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDG' 'sip-files00034.tif'
652b29ef5924c0012cbad3b3b3542e40
c948cbfa8ff61e3a8ef07f476dc71a5b15c8920f
describe
'4948' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDH' 'sip-files00034.txt'
fb93806131e330c96b16bb8d7a05893c
16f26df5de65aa6837133686403ba4a7ad810f68
'2012-02-10T10:20:14-05:00'
describe
'65266' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDI' 'sip-files00034thm.jpg'
6c6cbb16a34a6abbb54e6036dff888d9
576216206a4944726adea331c4b76f38b016cd12
'2012-02-10T10:21:39-05:00'
describe
'700351' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDJ' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
4cff84fc66fb251508433c4cf1c272ee
18bab1841a383d5da207701d9845b21bce06a9c8
'2012-02-10T10:29:03-05:00'
describe
'592725' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDK' 'sip-files00035.jpg'
15e8ac022a184b06d32e33c5d5bf4cb6
f83808133e4e6a619a3c6814c45aa49b95169f1c
'2012-02-10T10:16:37-05:00'
describe
'114110' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDL' 'sip-files00035.pro'
80c52fd94478a8aa18551c1085773d5c
fc25d5d5395a445d9ee082ea61f8c4e4829990d8
'2012-02-10T10:23:03-05:00'
describe
'178856' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDM' 'sip-files00035.QC.jpg'
6b89f7b2b8ab881977dff1fbb5f3ef26
db5786a65950a68dc658cecd98cc29c185ef9495
'2012-02-10T10:34:26-05:00'
describe
'5617956' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDN' 'sip-files00035.tif'
1839393a4687fa0e9f338e3422cd3855
8077126fb33815ad320c98174262f492d903a851
'2012-02-10T10:19:08-05:00'
describe
'4708' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDO' 'sip-files00035.txt'
c9ac912f7840df08a1953e3831ed17b3
c8c8fd3fb543a9a8048816b30ca5b8e5f1538fd0
'2012-02-10T10:20:51-05:00'
describe
'56475' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDP' 'sip-files00035thm.jpg'
d33f54243bad2c8616eff5d860016885
e79690ea3e8674083deb92906d26924e439f702d
'2012-02-10T10:21:38-05:00'
describe
'700328' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDQ' 'sip-files00036.jp2'
dc6371a4600520f464db8ff1b30b9f33
a817f29a5654f6105f0eb6311339af676d83cc43
'2012-02-10T10:32:21-05:00'
describe
'558921' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDR' 'sip-files00036.jpg'
98c3edbb83ae441441628d957fe18dee
8d619f85966c419790bdf01dd0c18f76af694ba0
describe
'109702' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDS' 'sip-files00036.pro'
d407e0d12e8e574a3fa9481a71c1064c
fcfac0113ffe576f2d54a8a91672bb3017d90bee
'2012-02-10T10:14:59-05:00'
describe
'176319' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDT' 'sip-files00036.QC.jpg'
7c2812f9e927be0e9aae1ba6671cd8d9
b8050745d02b58a67ebef627ec5f5d2cef755b06
'2012-02-10T10:36:40-05:00'
describe
'5617880' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDU' 'sip-files00036.tif'
5d8ce71c504e48724b9b2c93bb47a1e2
f22ffdd41a38fe19bb50bc1fee3812b2bb612159
'2012-02-10T10:28:53-05:00'
describe
'4671' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDV' 'sip-files00036.txt'
835a3a4deba7002db6c422c2508ebfd0
0809f4552d122103183a5fb9807cf8eed96237b2
describe
Invalid character
'55246' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDW' 'sip-files00036thm.jpg'
eb1eaa035609428896e745c49bb6996f
c37c33209498331a9c637d1d5b22c47d7218d040
'2012-02-10T10:30:28-05:00'
describe
'700392' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDX' 'sip-files00037.jp2'
a604f8b296c133f8244ce1a663c0d54f
c662645a6d62c72b221ac093ffce134e1d49a62d
'2012-02-10T10:31:24-05:00'
describe
'521156' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDY' 'sip-files00037.jpg'
1bce709c033303cd8976b9c96f8c8ad7
d491ad2347423ac124be222f5da49f41c5277cae
'2012-02-10T10:18:22-05:00'
describe
'99438' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCDZ' 'sip-files00037.pro'
9c23bdcbd921b82e91afe0b6b7fa0d19
a267c50ad589f52a9c4b2a10de6e3011aaa4c214
'2012-02-10T10:19:18-05:00'
describe
'162796' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEA' 'sip-files00037.QC.jpg'
138a11506d6daf6cbfccbacb151cd896
16f5d02b0bf9354e4d3280dea65867e8e73021dc
'2012-02-10T10:25:15-05:00'
describe
'5617156' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEB' 'sip-files00037.tif'
b0bd92bd4b5fe5538e13cc3dbe70fe58
1b764c2daf36a93c5425f662a21149cb47e643fc
'2012-02-10T10:19:01-05:00'
describe
'4194' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEC' 'sip-files00037.txt'
dddc353d3ba0877d78423072e7e168f9
ca26fd0ceaf82d1013347de5eaa5b6a2fe4522d9
'2012-02-10T10:24:25-05:00'
describe
'53593' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCED' 'sip-files00037thm.jpg'
68860f020e7faa580dc97bb409148481
06dd3806f4cce64fd899f553976b41b9c805af9e
'2012-02-10T10:16:35-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEE' 'sip-files00038.jp2'
14b7fc020c1c7e7f341e32b9d113096d
38d286c10393eb02ea4961cb8dfe712e7e4c6e2c
describe
'274986' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEF' 'sip-files00038.jpg'
0f5cfeec7457ccc97169879497ab24dd
2453f4aa46ffbe8223c61190904c5d8eb5c8a1c3
'2012-02-10T10:33:37-05:00'
describe
'32226' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEG' 'sip-files00038.pro'
28c6da15c73d1a41e2dd789b3a0dd240
0fe063154bd51fc2630f9fb29d26531ae2e8cb62
'2012-02-10T10:33:36-05:00'
describe
'97250' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEH' 'sip-files00038.QC.jpg'
42485d7a22717a977e0b112d2d5783ea
88aa83c8209eace827400e1243eb5cd453b87164
'2012-02-10T10:11:08-05:00'
describe
'5623888' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEI' 'sip-files00038.tif'
b8007d264b008a75974ee62919188e16
f7ab30932cdb2852df395064ed9102ce6e7a7555
'2012-02-10T10:16:22-05:00'
describe
'1447' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEJ' 'sip-files00038.txt'
0f5a02c5203ce7ba079a651f634f85fc
dfa4dcd5e6f92cb22f2d2b832f7c05455242dcf6
'2012-02-10T10:32:47-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'41559' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEK' 'sip-files00038thm.jpg'
e5b9775d532da5791d514db10185c603
fa9c48b8228048f4ddf2ab8a20b20d57a12325f3
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEL' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
c95e0469e65c12f5ce3735b0ca766c68
2e6532a6e889789cd54e622e7d48d82f09d94352
'2012-02-10T10:35:04-05:00'
describe
'421902' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEM' 'sip-files00039.jpg'
dc465633feab2c4907c0050b40c7f044
7f7b7f2c3fed3ce3b9c04436e3aacfd887cae19a
'2012-02-10T10:14:09-05:00'
describe
'43171' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEN' 'sip-files00039.pro'
f6bad5b5852d77f5b2fe394eb2c2d01a
a6efc47528a9bae3b0b2f55c7d8851920cecc0a5
'2012-02-10T10:28:51-05:00'
describe
'139358' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEO' 'sip-files00039.QC.jpg'
5901ffe56ff5552247de8bab3ba3bdb2
1c6776636e726d6f4ad2909e82a629cacd967625
'2012-02-10T10:15:54-05:00'
describe
'5625860' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEP' 'sip-files00039.tif'
3b0773121a9a6979cc90c18486a67dea
37c2639a14ae615856f3d5b86f9e13917f42836d
'2012-02-10T10:10:52-05:00'
describe
'1988' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEQ' 'sip-files00039.txt'
1673d8e047a8b33aa4689f56762bb151
5012f68d765b326ba10e877bd57e00dd11dddfcc
describe
'54823' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCER' 'sip-files00039thm.jpg'
1fc199b3fc1153fe14c1bfe2b119d8d5
7467fe6ec74b1be183e53e5f636406b8bc2a5124
'2012-02-10T10:12:54-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCES' 'sip-files00040.jp2'
ce860256fe8cb34d6d1fa8927fdebd54
1204054fdfc0f58b1764c6f04215e61e0ff6ba67
'2012-02-10T10:35:14-05:00'
describe
'493050' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCET' 'sip-files00040.jpg'
8e9810e36cdedb4aac45b363f70ec6a9
f308dd027e85c4e3d4e7aba7b51bb7f3d253ff8c
'2012-02-10T10:32:02-05:00'
describe
'101457' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEU' 'sip-files00040.pro'
3666427abf9ce9ee950531fd28c74ac6
6f5278317fc15a263e4e02807f379b1df90a4e1b
'2012-02-10T10:31:35-05:00'
describe
'167043' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEV' 'sip-files00040.QC.jpg'
18f0e1dc09f4c35e04a2130104b88fd1
51ded99da0f57f50edc6308164513b36785ace52
'2012-02-10T10:14:49-05:00'
describe
'5626524' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEW' 'sip-files00040.tif'
9bf2faf73399aeb88e0273effe93664c
62dbcacc8b1f3d602571deea2f8859b4b431362c
'2012-02-10T10:33:06-05:00'
describe
'4331' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEX' 'sip-files00040.txt'
b471866c408248e80bce4e0c2438c067
88d05515536b6a536cff641e6bcb69bfb240d5d3
'2012-02-10T10:21:01-05:00'
describe
'60474' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEY' 'sip-files00040thm.jpg'
daf3b27540139a174ab2e104f53857ce
ea118fb199acb8fc337b4213f6cfe901efac8a83
describe
'700382' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCEZ' 'sip-files00041.jp2'
95ebcd63eb109f5d15ec688ee49b21ed
19beb452294c0df0ea796c9a0576cc18d3913857
describe
'509928' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFA' 'sip-files00041.jpg'
2fe2de0ad45d862278935767b683397e
eaa0497edb9404e8d6b2977da6441380d30315e3
describe
'95401' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFB' 'sip-files00041.pro'
ab148906e61ee5f19387533eb64c7cef
cd92e2a86307d83b1f682ecb37db7863b70ad39d
'2012-02-10T10:32:03-05:00'
describe
'167270' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFC' 'sip-files00041.QC.jpg'
0b196a72f0f03a977f52c739d76ca602
43bed59875584fe1915ce38324dc395848528983
describe
'5626952' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFD' 'sip-files00041.tif'
997c0e3f89ce2f1aad8ad424702b3318
1ade58d70f75887ba000bfdcfdc8e63b18d1b653
'2012-02-10T10:15:13-05:00'
describe
'4492' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFE' 'sip-files00041.txt'
734cdf50160ce0701015519c68732558
50967d5988ce727211ab96623c643a572e8695f8
'2012-02-10T10:15:55-05:00'
describe
'62398' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFF' 'sip-files00041thm.jpg'
38e0d150367168fc0cde7d3df3c8f492
c4b9867e5b71b0bb73fb0ac4e0dc16761145bc78
'2012-02-10T10:28:46-05:00'
describe
'700342' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFG' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
87aa757e72cd0644f04b32d8d7f1ce09
cd82323b41490cdd266370f52948299ea8bf4dff
'2012-02-10T10:27:52-05:00'
describe
'562329' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFH' 'sip-files00042.jpg'
c43d4665ed96199f8a3e602db5d45299
1939358dbc173ca35aa935e4170f90530c5582c7
'2012-02-10T10:19:55-05:00'
describe
'108428' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFI' 'sip-files00042.pro'
afde8401859f2255111126140e707632
589e68b3d1e33d5c2f475f5c84258eb0ce9ea293
'2012-02-10T10:26:35-05:00'
describe
'185248' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFJ' 'sip-files00042.QC.jpg'
fc0e73eeb54a93d30f5a720fc44cab92
80e9f4a77121fde869676c96d7a7087b8e9d3033
'2012-02-10T10:25:08-05:00'
describe
'5627544' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFK' 'sip-files00042.tif'
fd10f64d7842fbb78677309d00baa13d
7343996d78d43cfb758312a8b133157e9866b94a
'2012-02-10T10:14:23-05:00'
describe
'4587' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFL' 'sip-files00042.txt'
5e2a3015f5aa3efa71bc517162b876f9
271840218ec754fd3e40561649b2f159553901e0
'2012-02-10T10:18:46-05:00'
describe
'65291' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFM' 'sip-files00042thm.jpg'
55c4a6ef0d8cb8a4b96bd7ce8d3116a7
6b240412d4f7f8ef4185092639c514265c4d2b74
'2012-02-10T10:12:27-05:00'
describe
'700348' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFN' 'sip-files00043.jp2'
fa19dc3f0fd56ffeea9ef64c55a1e993
e0ddb4e7d9b9e1c36d0fae260e2753eb359149a1
'2012-02-10T10:30:37-05:00'
describe
'514502' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFO' 'sip-files00043.jpg'
f33d382207c2e46984f935264a182369
086899296576a3d943765d6096482e54616c860f
'2012-02-10T10:16:24-05:00'
describe
'90315' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFP' 'sip-files00043.pro'
457496ce4a0da3560fa782cb2347135b
0549e559c4f4e1a39119b8acac9432ff6c01e007
describe
'168568' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFQ' 'sip-files00043.QC.jpg'
218bef2a2ce415213e66363496d815f6
6f76c7352fa0f36264960afaf83047ac09a3caad
'2012-02-10T10:23:06-05:00'
describe
'5627120' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFR' 'sip-files00043.tif'
56f30955714f8bc5bac7f31e990c67df
dad5d5e387998c26a1680d65c6a795f6e1cc4f03
'2012-02-10T10:31:54-05:00'
describe
'3976' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFS' 'sip-files00043.txt'
87e3543fe8f215167bdc34b02e72ae42
013eaa8f26ff3143d0817cc1982ea09c02f441b4
'2012-02-10T10:22:49-05:00'
describe
'61743' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFT' 'sip-files00043thm.jpg'
074b0cbd8ffcd994fc28a39d5629239d
8e2e6f001ede7653298e5d5ac62e2c509e754ee0
'2012-02-10T10:22:31-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFU' 'sip-files00044.jp2'
7542fc26dac1d59b4d2ca6e0a3abf37d
6f310e2ff6b4d5fdef1435e2de6d818cbc686135
'2012-02-10T10:14:27-05:00'
describe
'590012' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFV' 'sip-files00044.jpg'
eec56067cbcd697b3d2dc7dddaa63234
953217e93db81b69d2e77ec110ba8b0818397ad7
'2012-02-10T10:16:44-05:00'
describe
'109167' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFW' 'sip-files00044.pro'
50b8c3c03998cca46cc5c2083007e7a2
12856d6e1adc69af41757483f06b985aa1b437cc
'2012-02-10T10:14:11-05:00'
describe
'181801' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFX' 'sip-files00044.QC.jpg'
c5d4985309ae4fec6036adb16059b840
65c9ceea62af112b5dc7b12a6b56945ecdf4460e
'2012-02-10T10:18:48-05:00'
describe
'5618504' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFY' 'sip-files00044.tif'
81caa188b3f4290ff7bf58601120ac70
e002348bdacacd43aba592fd4adce87b60f98f53
'2012-02-10T10:19:04-05:00'
describe
'4581' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCFZ' 'sip-files00044.txt'
3c2242c4bfdb69be4e928e47867aed97
a77dcc31f8274e036d87138615c5e1e7e020f8a3
'2012-02-10T10:21:49-05:00'
describe
'58514' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGA' 'sip-files00044thm.jpg'
e36d7ae4fee925e98fed5d15be1ec51c
97dd2fded49f95202ffce9e1e0361bc3a9b15bf1
'2012-02-10T10:34:22-05:00'
describe
'700186' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGB' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
a50a2c542609b8a4d462ca5934a01778
3f68eee47a874e3d65242142b73fb6220a519028
'2012-02-10T10:21:33-05:00'
describe
'590953' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGC' 'sip-files00045.jpg'
d0fa3dc6bc8dc39747f5808fa1ec58d8
d8dfb47c04a854dc524623d0b54d922ba4add5fc
'2012-02-10T10:35:46-05:00'
describe
'85556' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGD' 'sip-files00045.pro'
47621f6f60078091d4562a55fab4735a
20a3b54063dd7c3dfb611834a1ed0a42d6cea017
'2012-02-10T10:14:26-05:00'
describe
'185026' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGE' 'sip-files00045.QC.jpg'
65173fa79954c8471c144596566af138
5fe255ecc716988125b931c04cc3b4e8a8725f44
'2012-02-10T10:28:52-05:00'
describe
'5627220' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGF' 'sip-files00045.tif'
17cf9d961ec1d61634fbba9d92982312
54b3f68a77c5f91c4800e34f3a03efc45470ae07
'2012-02-10T10:17:46-05:00'
describe
'3870' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGG' 'sip-files00045.txt'
0fae208afa36f99f3c69bcb1f0fbe9e0
cd08b6c0dc56e1d3a5c9b75185d877f35e7b53c6
'2012-02-10T10:18:13-05:00'
describe
'65170' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGH' 'sip-files00045thm.jpg'
0b10abc7cb5895003b061243730581ba
38346f2cf7dd4de1f22a2021c7072a23ec38509a
'2012-02-10T10:30:17-05:00'
describe
'700380' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGI' 'sip-files00046.jp2'
5648a3726b7bd49ba976d20ba40c7749
d78f84019ca61c30a11e5a1072e1a758fbe2cb71
'2012-02-10T10:12:18-05:00'
describe
'552791' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGJ' 'sip-files00046.jpg'
2824168ad1b0b4177f3c3122d3ed2bdc
2fe997e9740b63791b6d06d618a3a24ba5c7f778
'2012-02-10T10:24:00-05:00'
describe
'73493' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGK' 'sip-files00046.pro'
5282dae0a00d36d8c4d7c1e9cf651ce7
72c616609abc3097c27c5a915af2c933ffe42605
'2012-02-10T10:34:27-05:00'
describe
'170310' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGL' 'sip-files00046.QC.jpg'
52a28caf15f5e163d35414b1ab86f438
a3a0f3bfff4ce8d71b601d333489ad94cba71a3d
describe
'5617940' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGM' 'sip-files00046.tif'
13980a318438b4b4e8ae24322fe7a2eb
baa6aec512913e16c300127e4639ae7a10834cae
'2012-02-10T10:31:44-05:00'
describe
'3174' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGN' 'sip-files00046.txt'
7e560f067d50f4b5d3f704f4285e44a1
382e2d73e62534736f802785f91211c5c5a6dc86
'2012-02-10T10:30:34-05:00'
describe
'54183' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGO' 'sip-files00046thm.jpg'
d69815801017ba435d5e014bf1c6dade
5e018719947276fca631c5cb08d0c5a7500bcfec
'2012-02-10T10:21:13-05:00'
describe
'700381' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGP' 'sip-files00047.jp2'
f059ac0995a52de5c9f9622a4ab95eab
f64a826fab932ad113646b2139b805dabcf4b7ef
'2012-02-10T10:30:16-05:00'
describe
'543676' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGQ' 'sip-files00047.jpg'
1a52aece58940215615f40c46675d4a3
c23506937f2fae568134bc4735f4926370d70a11
'2012-02-10T10:19:58-05:00'
describe
'78989' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGR' 'sip-files00047.pro'
e1ff1d95c323dec40b590d6437e42789
4eceafb398fd5c999cf3d98888077a7829916598
'2012-02-10T10:33:40-05:00'
describe
'162718' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGS' 'sip-files00047.QC.jpg'
2411337484cbc918b689029c2e134386
de7f928db5f5cc42dcfb54e5a754c59e172384a7
'2012-02-10T10:15:00-05:00'
describe
'5617072' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGT' 'sip-files00047.tif'
6eeccabc8ae38f90078dfacb82063911
67a54c53a3902f231ee7b68e52556b15f4647311
'2012-02-10T10:21:32-05:00'
describe
'3333' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGU' 'sip-files00047.txt'
804eb312c7d1e3cdd15ea7f20bdb5c6e
ae977b4b4d0cc24ade707c83b1ab9f3dfc99fca2
'2012-02-10T10:16:03-05:00'
describe
'51341' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGV' 'sip-files00047thm.jpg'
9cd7f9f8e2b2ffad43eea652ded21b42
04f3b74cccd323b9c39644552fb1232d19d5d103
'2012-02-10T10:13:43-05:00'
describe
'711299' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGW' 'sip-files00048.jp2'
2a6e82530304a5cd93f75073e18a69c6
9600d350bf6a0224254ef5b3176eac305149c9ec
'2012-02-10T10:32:09-05:00'
describe
'445779' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGX' 'sip-files00048.jpg'
0af577f23a26a620ed165d93c0482eb6
c5531f1063f7658a6ab4fea9ae3f1a87f2815c7f
'2012-02-10T10:12:42-05:00'
describe
'91018' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGY' 'sip-files00048.pro'
f02251f016bbe1df39c893b9a6c41245
6690fe2c58ab8ecd4226a4784196e794419b990a
'2012-02-10T10:18:09-05:00'
describe
'140807' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCGZ' 'sip-files00048.QC.jpg'
94b2f6050585d610003c014aba36bec4
e4277072ba4e24579a353b553b12d9471f1b415e
'2012-02-10T10:33:09-05:00'
describe
'5703244' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHA' 'sip-files00048.tif'
f90e270038046bd7ab2e31c35cf054c7
dc465a9069c5aea79bba1794e87c2df24fbe7b28
'2012-02-10T10:20:33-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHB' 'sip-files00048.txt'
6a04f6e513599ecc7dbb7bb172c6ca11
1c8287856db0870b26bae8476ff98ab91c624b85
'2012-02-10T10:32:44-05:00'
describe
'44743' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHC' 'sip-files00048thm.jpg'
7ff2166b30cd74ce9b8efa0faacfad83
e5f6dfe5cb2388658a914ddd63a9b75109a3d908
'2012-02-10T10:21:56-05:00'
describe
'711271' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHD' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
48b4a483eaa9001cc0e61614d560eba6
2ac8af159e0e9541a79e6a958e4aadafb179518b
'2012-02-10T10:22:15-05:00'
describe
'540233' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHE' 'sip-files00049.jpg'
c524f2ae02304393eb5329849a5f7f82
16018f9140c1d3c08c5ae4383c73f4804d20f8de
'2012-02-10T10:31:21-05:00'
describe
'74157' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHF' 'sip-files00049.pro'
dbbba498b92774b9e89b40e2835c5763
8b3091e62c50529f429d5cdda7de2099aadacf42
describe
'163938' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHG' 'sip-files00049.QC.jpg'
9ea4553cfe9e3b7ece6fadf035067182
8a29b486d52cb28194287b3592cf11a29f0ed41d
'2012-02-10T10:21:42-05:00'
describe
'5704380' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHH' 'sip-files00049.tif'
76d6d8a846c179d3d6f35c7f1dc59029
53c102598bb7b652aa5f41dda9a69ee3bc95644c
'2012-02-10T10:19:19-05:00'
describe
'3532' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHI' 'sip-files00049.txt'
aba6b434d9d65eea06857fdbd99434f0
13908fa5343c4bb21d770509dea586756eaf9858
'2012-02-10T10:11:40-05:00'
describe
'50908' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHJ' 'sip-files00049thm.jpg'
6ac44cd29f55f1bc4626db4a5fb41f00
3f4627718a4f0c138b451327ba0ee645112d0c44
describe
'711295' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHK' 'sip-files00050.jp2'
14a51fe82ad3d2d3259140512acb8fd1
84ef47145e01e72c121f847751305f59663531b4
'2012-02-10T10:34:28-05:00'
describe
'490261' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHL' 'sip-files00050.jpg'
db7eac0e014d75418c0017c365031ab0
70a6db1666abb1aca868e453ff0fd6a760d1ec59
'2012-02-10T10:22:40-05:00'
describe
'106201' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHM' 'sip-files00050.pro'
b1607bc30581bf9204ffa2f5bd9c1ee1
d3ae1c96964837deadace4437447e60ea6a057ec
'2012-02-10T10:26:46-05:00'
describe
'151315' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHN' 'sip-files00050.QC.jpg'
97bc9be6efe9dbf37fd926d3e5249ff5
7bff986d923c9a30fff364037cf60c7d6a2aee93
'2012-02-10T10:20:54-05:00'
describe
'5703788' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHO' 'sip-files00050.tif'
9bcd6fb1340df25eda017aeab44a9385
498aad8b8986027bb0675cc2a6e1b6f4627bb452
'2012-02-10T10:11:50-05:00'
describe
'4417' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHP' 'sip-files00050.txt'
2eec90c944419c6b6c9177b0a67cb52a
c9d377d05fa6edca831865b3b835bbacca31ea4a
'2012-02-10T10:14:16-05:00'
describe
'49168' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHQ' 'sip-files00050thm.jpg'
0fd5721e525d88df3da5e61acbe41797
09dc7d02ae1962e6b3e9b9caf4aec281ae446505
'2012-02-10T10:29:55-05:00'
describe
'711283' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHR' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
7d756103cf841038e2bf94167367f4c7
322bbd734e5765004933856e5135d9379cf5d843
'2012-02-10T10:22:00-05:00'
describe
'501440' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHS' 'sip-files00051.jpg'
b8d3a9f1c7146881f5db7a2ab255037d
5850fbe1d99382ce24cc51bc000e77ea57ff9cfd
'2012-02-10T10:24:30-05:00'
describe
'107320' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHT' 'sip-files00051.pro'
ae8d0581a8eeb12c64619cc2019c7741
90cdffc4e10f5785d3579e2c0147c553e289c65a
'2012-02-10T10:29:44-05:00'
describe
'156775' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHU' 'sip-files00051.QC.jpg'
bb296f263eaa0e9fba3e5e172dcef5c7
f3a606df862a8c76f6e615401cbe7d81442c87d6
'2012-02-10T10:20:52-05:00'
describe
'5704016' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHV' 'sip-files00051.tif'
c60aff43ac317bee8a2e2bfccddbce5d
61ca5f8bfdb61ea5f699f9fa26b110f4bb5a5755
'2012-02-10T10:29:51-05:00'
describe
'4511' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHW' 'sip-files00051.txt'
d5bad7fe30fccc363439871a0f32972a
49b40e9d5f58cce2865ed40cc108b84e95124e9d
'2012-02-10T10:15:29-05:00'
describe
'50224' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHX' 'sip-files00051thm.jpg'
46a99cd16cd2081c1af8ed690ad805ca
75863ee0d3bf45f93aa282196c70d0c55b329e1c
describe
'711304' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHY' 'sip-files00052.jp2'
6a8a5ea64a3b0351b0c39efea41dd125
9cac2fe133950a35674f14fb98b10b7a6536874c
describe
'489128' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCHZ' 'sip-files00052.jpg'
872d38e04d2d001ed9ef103a5df03111
f7e3ed2da635019b119434ab2879fb80c6aeb1d5
'2012-02-10T10:32:16-05:00'
describe
'102819' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIA' 'sip-files00052.pro'
9f12e69f8bedf1ce0c3aa53da7804eda
a6091f22e1c72a1847f9154042898591086951b0
'2012-02-10T10:16:53-05:00'
describe
'153176' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIB' 'sip-files00052.QC.jpg'
fcf3c1eb50b4a66241cecefc2afeb5d3
cd6984410e848b8db4faefada8b4504ec2c68f38
'2012-02-10T10:16:36-05:00'
describe
'5703824' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIC' 'sip-files00052.tif'
a13de01eeddbc695aab5c8167c307ea7
9c476fe9bafcc423ee1cacdbd3ca7b3ed46a0adb
'2012-02-10T10:27:32-05:00'
describe
'4296' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCID' 'sip-files00052.txt'
496d575b5a60235dba14fed5b8001831
b20e548a2ec152fb501045e1a525adec40a5707c
describe
'48892' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIE' 'sip-files00052thm.jpg'
a7a38f093798257617db3fd3077546be
178f4b0abe30cbbfe1e2323826fb228c16469352
'2012-02-10T10:26:07-05:00'
describe
'711233' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIF' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
572a4a74aafb749bd64e031e2dbdf8b5
7bd3daeac5aa3a98f062299b20755e32d9fd6309
'2012-02-10T10:35:00-05:00'
describe
'536244' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIG' 'sip-files00053.jpg'
50fa4ae51539ecc969be1066c3e3c403
ac6caa9fcbdfdeb9a6f04f07741e65db59027259
'2012-02-10T10:13:46-05:00'
describe
'115687' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIH' 'sip-files00053.pro'
c0432493bdc49bb107b019293aba7029
8a12455e05a4ad8e25555de384079d9bdbcf477a
'2012-02-10T10:32:04-05:00'
describe
'164312' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCII' 'sip-files00053.QC.jpg'
14be0d735660262a2f50a5ea195e7b3d
add26042e23dd8433d815ea3c424e9f28d11eac5
'2012-02-10T10:13:23-05:00'
describe
'5704056' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIJ' 'sip-files00053.tif'
8421bcadef261e73279115c5db7fb44d
22e6e116ca8313fa5d5b6b06dfd161486047e6c0
'2012-02-10T10:10:38-05:00'
describe
'4846' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIK' 'sip-files00053.txt'
61a2de32e4bed32fa8ceeedf279a9821
9aee4757f84ef1ea02a33af5cf14249d419464a1
'2012-02-10T10:11:04-05:00'
describe
'51138' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIL' 'sip-files00053thm.jpg'
332aaffc1597c49487fc161d583a5324
869f5fcbd4a26dde4f74bac28657f611f6fd3c65
'2012-02-10T10:20:06-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIM' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
6c4069d2d541fdbab4cbc2b711cf6988
be28cd725e0297e429395f514d799133bd6f6de7
'2012-02-10T10:18:57-05:00'
describe
'487084' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIN' 'sip-files00054.jpg'
04b6496d1bd1cfe161e2c45d2f635f43
bf010803b0d362bc5b0a694c9bb05dc81d22338e
'2012-02-10T10:19:25-05:00'
describe
'82030' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIO' 'sip-files00054.pro'
5e89727807c616e28170825c8f442a50
1f5bb612ec85d8afca5015ea71dcffd6628b7b3e
'2012-02-10T10:22:45-05:00'
describe
'153925' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIP' 'sip-files00054.QC.jpg'
635bf9345b5ffe4a422373c78658432a
77b162acc2f756f12bed70cfafbcc2ed47595507
'2012-02-10T10:14:04-05:00'
describe
'5704108' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIQ' 'sip-files00054.tif'
651cd866a69b04c608299048beaee049
138b549578025d08792bc3891b12288e53bcb40c
'2012-02-10T10:21:59-05:00'
describe
'3422' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIR' 'sip-files00054.txt'
6fb016a8b97ef51d3368ba37f86566dc
1f182a03c8659bc95ce1c44c3f6ea9dcede9b4ff
'2012-02-10T10:13:47-05:00'
describe
'49583' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIS' 'sip-files00054thm.jpg'
140c987b5f78dd31db4072a437afa3d3
9b1dff369208aa9adec9156f16461295ff2e0d0b
'2012-02-10T10:36:44-05:00'
describe
'711303' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIT' 'sip-files00055.jp2'
e3026921217288fea397b8e6af373b8e
e08718b40970e4083cfdf07071ae779f770ea892
'2012-02-10T10:16:51-05:00'
describe
'490077' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIU' 'sip-files00055.jpg'
dd44221e59b8e70527ee4e4f7a3f0235
4ed43531d230ef3574477dcada321017a6d5ba39
'2012-02-10T10:21:14-05:00'
describe
'103487' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIV' 'sip-files00055.pro'
ebc704c4a5f7de2a3cfef533331764ba
37bfd1ba9b8b75233338f131f6c4c364c87bf478
'2012-02-10T10:20:44-05:00'
describe
'155950' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIW' 'sip-files00055.QC.jpg'
dae8fe5744c7f4c6db4f67cc71fc1c97
38a5c1bd9821794a712a6d7ee47b75b54cf73ec7
'2012-02-10T10:11:38-05:00'
describe
'5703956' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIX' 'sip-files00055.tif'
3aee44a0d8727629d22806bd265d2348
7fafd25cbde462e6541187dcde3f471425461a69
'2012-02-10T10:24:01-05:00'
describe
'4416' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIY' 'sip-files00055.txt'
c60c525840261d19efa59dd7e3171f05
57770aa5d7301224dc0ada224c21b84f45582569
'2012-02-10T10:18:15-05:00'
describe
'49669' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCIZ' 'sip-files00055thm.jpg'
2941dcd563b8bd3d0e587e2a770c6b8a
ff16aeb5199935f04347f4161072541127092163
'2012-02-10T10:34:31-05:00'
describe
'711084' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJA' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
1c711b4b29d466f8ad10307a77b3eaff
3288549c781e9c67bdf1b298bebaf6cff48e67e6
'2012-02-10T10:18:49-05:00'
describe
'359953' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJB' 'sip-files00056.jpg'
8dbe7556e94ec05bb0f8af84d6e36a7b
0dba3825c01706c19d8b4923c2d58776c9bde467
'2012-02-10T10:21:15-05:00'
describe
'52766' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJC' 'sip-files00056.pro'
f49ce891b1db288483405ee5f307d321
f5e0016fd2b9ffd7df8c093e47fb3d6f8b9e8316
describe
'114538' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJD' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
da483c0c7d390a4b3e0cf4eae68cfb67
65620c5bcc780a78be6302bb818d73c61e2e526e
'2012-02-10T10:31:42-05:00'
describe
'5702456' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJE' 'sip-files00056.tif'
666e26c59490aceee7904c8f50146119
9c1de9e4935e6892caa031d807bf551c8cb17c98
'2012-02-10T10:24:06-05:00'
describe
'2332' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJF' 'sip-files00056.txt'
a5dad657073ddd0e115ac64d56603d18
5cf2fe80ca4885824f8a85f74d61e1401c7b191d
'2012-02-10T10:33:03-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'39112' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJG' 'sip-files00056thm.jpg'
693baf636b0dc55c9216f6afa4dcaaa0
40240bbf14d013a2ce3f462cb43bce4309e1a58b
'2012-02-10T10:35:24-05:00'
describe
'711277' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJH' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
d4bb88f377a0b105163c31ecb5bd9e51
c7dfc1f481cccc5d79db79f24d951a6b46f8798e
'2012-02-10T10:36:32-05:00'
describe
'426888' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJI' 'sip-files00057.jpg'
9015009e1988023840272ed80b0bde75
256f10c76d63d9437bf3161fafdc11e423187ea5
'2012-02-10T10:22:35-05:00'
describe
'86801' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJJ' 'sip-files00057.pro'
d5ed8c80f2a6c8232b20674644cd0add
f932d3303f9d5a539dd1d79539e9964b923d0493
'2012-02-10T10:14:45-05:00'
describe
'133727' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJK' 'sip-files00057.QC.jpg'
b3b7eb58fb2f81eb1c51d42bf0c51c4e
389f3216fa1b5def835804f0abf31efe1b07e7cc
'2012-02-10T10:11:15-05:00'
describe
'5703216' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJL' 'sip-files00057.tif'
7902bac4bd8ba729ae253f13b706faa3
9c9124162acdb0fb7ea6804cd572b55310ed359c
'2012-02-10T10:21:22-05:00'
describe
'3846' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJM' 'sip-files00057.txt'
1155ed99097ce6480bee4a1d54d0e402
048a168666d917d2fb4505974a08bf1ac26c3dcc
'2012-02-10T10:32:00-05:00'
describe
'45041' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJN' 'sip-files00057thm.jpg'
82939ffb353216830582bbcec3db251d
84348a5884974acb0db47744b1d8ea77a50d21f2
'2012-02-10T10:32:42-05:00'
describe
'711294' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJO' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
9ab6f030c46b6ea9ac6bff7e7305c28f
65e287f6cc3c570b4c14c33583c3872cd6f5e2e5
'2012-02-10T10:30:00-05:00'
describe
'502515' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJP' 'sip-files00058.jpg'
78177c8762b51763d09463e85dc2288c
189425e7a583b0311e21d1386afc898e210c674d
'2012-02-10T10:32:58-05:00'
describe
'85352' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJQ' 'sip-files00058.pro'
4cdf4567db4997fe0776bbb39de3c2ee
8f3ed0dacc7169fc6f2c856600666c0909b71394
'2012-02-10T10:32:23-05:00'
describe
'152061' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJR' 'sip-files00058.QC.jpg'
bd5d1345203c38f24e82f8c2b7c57fb3
581ae0a9e67677dd28301016a964c2b73b7e3107
'2012-02-10T10:31:34-05:00'
describe
'5704004' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJS' 'sip-files00058.tif'
7fe8b1067be5868a01595c9bf5b132ea
6d1074d12538c941ae845327457727223889777d
'2012-02-10T10:36:31-05:00'
describe
'3995' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJT' 'sip-files00058.txt'
eb1d7671daddd31cf7eb5649ffa23757
b8cdaac9b8ae4b35294974d0d1361ffa74df8966
'2012-02-10T10:12:17-05:00'
describe
'49275' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJU' 'sip-files00058thm.jpg'
95bfd7cbe3bb6e6278ff6b632d102555
ca2cc3fa213ecd668a107ef14d22a37eddf4344a
'2012-02-10T10:26:14-05:00'
describe
'711276' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJV' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
a29fb404450be85552c6e382ee609f71
da1df8fb0b8c4bfcc6d52421fe99330ae173da10
describe
'543119' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJW' 'sip-files00059.jpg'
c64c10182bcbd4caed4daab706d0cc34
490457d61f5a5fa8669bd5c558711d5f314c724c
'2012-02-10T10:15:09-05:00'
describe
'116150' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJX' 'sip-files00059.pro'
bd0fabcf7f8377b066093f9c102bcd21
96e508783e068889e0228ee896c8921c1a309709
'2012-02-10T10:33:31-05:00'
describe
'164143' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJY' 'sip-files00059.QC.jpg'
de448c7e042493efe09873790c00e4f5
e33a7f40da6c07a597f7b840748cd20ae3d33515
'2012-02-10T10:35:05-05:00'
describe
'5704456' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCJZ' 'sip-files00059.tif'
f182dfdfa444a733573d44e0d703a4ab
a8e214e2bd11a5e79eeedfaa427e2f87ace823c6
'2012-02-10T10:25:49-05:00'
describe
'4790' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKA' 'sip-files00059.txt'
74ccda967a753599a4c88e8a70c99c06
01ebffb7ec31cde7032eaba433f924ff89f9a1b3
'2012-02-10T10:20:25-05:00'
describe
'51386' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKB' 'sip-files00059thm.jpg'
42d21a598c04bd4d93a594e6f24cb794
1a7582a50f0812df0bf0897542217f2397594240
'2012-02-10T10:23:32-05:00'
describe
'711302' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKC' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
3b0e8465d8c121ec96dd30bada37d9ef
35d6cd16f5450649b6450106fb91af1eae2feeca
'2012-02-10T10:29:00-05:00'
describe
'550676' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKD' 'sip-files00060.jpg'
8c986e8b673d1050cc3f34cd49229a9c
8de5b547aafae29dba8209f61e8ad81d491eeb94
describe
'90861' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKE' 'sip-files00060.pro'
f5a8b96863f3602f7fdb7199fe3af2ce
464c9314ab771e48584e1f5f88b6d45bc3e41051
'2012-02-10T10:24:44-05:00'
describe
'168941' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKF' 'sip-files00060.QC.jpg'
91578ad97f5629a8904deffee0da97bc
e4de889616cb5a8b42ec6e44fca25cdc6fef286d
'2012-02-10T10:20:01-05:00'
describe
'5704596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKG' 'sip-files00060.tif'
0bbb98a4a2fec4cc8151884b1c9054d8
f7c922e8fbea7d5c455d6adc70777ebf8072f63f
'2012-02-10T10:15:07-05:00'
describe
'3989' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKH' 'sip-files00060.txt'
95d777cd3194eaad67d0e0c91dbdd53d
3338a1ab0709ad9a438bf983da139238b44141fd
'2012-02-10T10:24:31-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'53356' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKI' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
0afded0cab1173f15a108afd129b9c72
c30482421781b08302996088c28863d2743f3ed3
'2012-02-10T10:36:35-05:00'
describe
'711265' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKJ' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
06a17ac15535401818d05b128a881104
3407eb882f526d94991356cca5a55e4041fe1554
describe
'520697' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKK' 'sip-files00061.jpg'
be64c2522897f12c46ff447ae9cab56f
086575d886cf444825a5f82ede48b5797026d43a
'2012-02-10T10:18:28-05:00'
describe
'94358' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKL' 'sip-files00061.pro'
770d63a36dd86358c29ae8c30b6a1619
90bc5d182ff08653ce192b2cd40fda410acd6456
'2012-02-10T10:22:17-05:00'
describe
'159318' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKM' 'sip-files00061.QC.jpg'
4d9b67339d0aa7c691eea61e54fcae86
850cb0b5ca30db32e1994c0186f04c9f01ae7369
'2012-02-10T10:33:54-05:00'
describe
'5704208' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKN' 'sip-files00061.tif'
dd3b01581421682c8ee7bb4694c9a457
55f36a88a060dbf7d888ed3283083032ea657c9e
'2012-02-10T10:32:33-05:00'
describe
'3968' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKO' 'sip-files00061.txt'
10fae142b1ffcf898edd8175a1dbef35
60e89cb4574bf8e2adf423af81eeeedbe9c078b8
'2012-02-10T10:35:31-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'50552' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKP' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
d0585af373f4e87e01cad68f60af2ca6
4a9f6c8abd932b791c2d6bd0b90993d8ee43f949
'2012-02-10T10:28:08-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKQ' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
91d3c38e0b9b30f360b256e43e6fc371
604a4772ca19504b538951c1b1d4095f49b4adc2
'2012-02-10T10:28:03-05:00'
describe
'444669' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKR' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
477fc42a6cad12cdfb47681b929e1bab
7f19abfc2443548a9ab18e7610f6ccdf5808d96b
'2012-02-10T10:25:37-05:00'
describe
'83953' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKS' 'sip-files00062.pro'
ba6575efbcd1f361a3f05f9121fb7d76
f02cbe07096f504510929792ea4d4397175a467a
describe
'141024' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKT' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
bea18c49bc507376734b0adff92910c1
d07d23eda55229e613795188d3f8ac1b53945fca
describe
'5703500' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKU' 'sip-files00062.tif'
89be61fb2e6e57d3d61396bb39a46ede
4694fa06f5e730e7e738fb1a95c363b797c91403
'2012-02-10T10:23:52-05:00'
describe
'3566' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKV' 'sip-files00062.txt'
c3573a507a0474080f5a74176da4c802
d4e740641f6b7740856046ffd1e66a145c3caaa5
'2012-02-10T10:30:42-05:00'
describe
'45051' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKW' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
dabd19d21e768a20ec0fee70f46ea6b4
6080690d6695918553298a363f46c1b4f8080dd3
'2012-02-10T10:17:45-05:00'
describe
'711235' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKX' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
af572d9a30f3418cdb4687902ba11c4a
983d1eed21de0b6b8a3d92030198f6d182884485
'2012-02-10T10:26:25-05:00'
describe
'539284' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKY' 'sip-files00063.jpg'
f3122eec1ad994e6da165673db47b284
55a0addd1cff80e4e6f2c61fae26bb83863891c3
describe
'93132' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCKZ' 'sip-files00063.pro'
eae7ec2b808d02e8caf95300b97fd6e6
d79c7a6e6cf5f5c712068af48e88f0af9ce159f6
'2012-02-10T10:20:23-05:00'
describe
'165929' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLA' 'sip-files00063.QC.jpg'
94da41962b85c6d805dca1867d1e209d
c93a209925798f8794c686fd0852460568e5dbdc
'2012-02-10T10:23:18-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLB' 'sip-files00063.tif'
cb9a96f7babba5173fd71bc1306adb3b
3b5cfbae12859b851c277631a5a4cf00700947f1
'2012-02-10T10:16:14-05:00'
describe
'4020' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLC' 'sip-files00063.txt'
b4ae7028dd1484dafb92df0f3e5130ad
295dd09c001e1c6ea14a3a5241a45a21a9fd49fc
'2012-02-10T10:15:14-05:00'
describe
'51761' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLD' 'sip-files00063thm.jpg'
5683d981a37731e07215d0dc996e3692
c8ae7cb700bb66af199f6c4a170fb1fa961a8b0f
describe
'711263' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLE' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
f2d11823fbcce94810742c82f6379119
d63ae5a0ca8f9352a5f13829fb34caa7f9233850
'2012-02-10T10:14:22-05:00'
describe
'541963' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLF' 'sip-files00064.jpg'
45fb1193df29cf424a1e86bff2bec37c
e70ec58b83b9a66210b8a1a2a65c410780507772
'2012-02-10T10:31:14-05:00'
describe
'114173' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLG' 'sip-files00064.pro'
4cfdc74bab5cf43f0b3022de6278ad09
72d1e26dffa96b147165a3f76fb1612df1aacef8
'2012-02-10T10:31:10-05:00'
describe
'167780' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLH' 'sip-files00064.QC.jpg'
36e076b7062b1905d2594d16f063b600
bdce8127f945cfa277d9dda69b4f480fd7d2fafb
'2012-02-10T10:16:34-05:00'
describe
'5704480' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLI' 'sip-files00064.tif'
e5bb00642adc6d1c9f9d023a575ed72d
03c576754c733faa53d7c35f3650271783bdf4ad
'2012-02-10T10:17:33-05:00'
describe
'4676' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLJ' 'sip-files00064.txt'
359ebaf6e1e9e6cfee1eda633bbd6271
31d7e8b12804942d3fc2f097dae44c15f3b3c211
describe
'51922' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLK' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
e23c6ee1a45a6438497a0f016bf626f2
ee967837fb7ad5c1845918999d27c09987f4d352
'2012-02-10T10:24:17-05:00'
describe
'711293' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLL' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
4d43c60a42f5edd63172992046bab6df
6b3bba6129b6e2652625758c58c57b9da433bfe2
describe
'541598' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLM' 'sip-files00065.jpg'
1bcc7d1f7b5b5ad4aa2e39f62efebd03
fa0a038c62041193bff397f83230bc592f01af61
'2012-02-10T10:31:58-05:00'
describe
'113669' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLN' 'sip-files00065.pro'
68083ef7dc4fe733961fc81180daf760
ba78d8ab835b3270ef8067141021fd4b1af46114
'2012-02-10T10:17:38-05:00'
describe
'164740' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLO' 'sip-files00065.QC.jpg'
38fe7fc75df31d104f265d9bf8a42866
a1da4da24b907596aea65fcfca1eadf7f5247686
'2012-02-10T10:16:48-05:00'
describe
'5704496' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLP' 'sip-files00065.tif'
fbfd2754368e2b4ba9f5e21eb0a41691
1b14efb8a10dd19a3c25b393c265d2cdb0c8f54a
'2012-02-10T10:35:39-05:00'
describe
'4686' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLQ' 'sip-files00065.txt'
ee450622a716bc39de7df293855bc7c3
9f7093ff9812da8c247325c7dd3569be2f7ce950
describe
'52194' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLR' 'sip-files00065thm.jpg'
ed8dd604db1fc7df4835384c997e6ac1
7beb15fb69d7897c478b141ea81493320fefe8d2
'2012-02-10T10:10:44-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLS' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
960cc647986b971517fc6d197bbae4da
7aa1d2dbe010e08460ad33d8a5de7c0b941ae203
describe
'523293' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLT' 'sip-files00066.jpg'
d185a2faacd02929c33bd99e91af4a4a
d57f11df4c3e6322e05ede21abca14602ed19153
'2012-02-10T10:32:19-05:00'
describe
'113091' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLU' 'sip-files00066.pro'
eb9a34975bd5402c6656ec6094e6a535
4476ea795951a0efcb3197663902d4e11e134ff0
'2012-02-10T10:34:40-05:00'
describe
'157417' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLV' 'sip-files00066.QC.jpg'
f99b743b85eaacd88f48ebf525bc9df9
dabd323a1427a1d50d87f345630a8e5f46321c6c
describe
'5704068' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLW' 'sip-files00066.tif'
89352b263d7343aff1baa18ce598bb7a
0d3be9fdb9dbe7db409a35f39596bd4b06f700db
'2012-02-10T10:20:21-05:00'
describe
'4756' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLX' 'sip-files00066.txt'
ae805f78128159487aace42208f7fb1a
9983f3b76bc1839d77a58e723a2d15f4c70d4363
'2012-02-10T10:35:30-05:00'
describe
'49183' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLY' 'sip-files00066thm.jpg'
f105fcafba2cabf94579fc335f5d579b
ca82c668ef056b5a66832a12cde4ed65c2c475d3
'2012-02-10T10:24:35-05:00'
describe
'711289' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCLZ' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
c10253c2b15583268275d0fc6fc0bc02
3fd892b4750753a8431bcb16f72ab754e1ba5471
'2012-02-10T10:21:17-05:00'
describe
'495507' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMA' 'sip-files00067.jpg'
88d2e91dfb7afea886d007fca1c5e545
bf08ec58357e5a4c5a0c1ddaec5fbd1d64d4caff
'2012-02-10T10:33:34-05:00'
describe
'102126' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMB' 'sip-files00067.pro'
6f12815ec42af7d38d7b979921537935
47d982aee2847a90695415dd56d81546e8ccf1aa
'2012-02-10T10:23:27-05:00'
describe
'157450' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMC' 'sip-files00067.QC.jpg'
48e7a0443bbca85b1cbc2d69489083a6
53065240e167f1b2963dc39f284fc16054e05662
'2012-02-10T10:24:53-05:00'
describe
'5704376' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMD' 'sip-files00067.tif'
b6a7191bf9b3b8d82a653e60d43d6025
2bede6b1ac7477e6bc6b21eb53b39cf4a47fd74c
'2012-02-10T10:28:39-05:00'
describe
'4304' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCME' 'sip-files00067.txt'
d4114a9099869d15463b13cfae2c5d71
0f3822243ba69565e287aa5e8ce584fbcd378980
'2012-02-10T10:17:44-05:00'
describe
'51523' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMF' 'sip-files00067thm.jpg'
67df63b6bd2fa7a91e155f835da1fb2e
ac16f9c266a4a72661524398b1416ff50c6bc586
'2012-02-10T10:28:35-05:00'
describe
'711301' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMG' 'sip-files00068.jp2'
e812d368fd48e582db2da5568a7d078d
7c91a627806d24f0938b3924313e8bd8e8d53892
'2012-02-10T10:13:35-05:00'
describe
'464787' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMH' 'sip-files00068.jpg'
37d939caf940f807663de050e19053e1
a5023fb778b7ba8330b96c2f268ce66192dec6c8
'2012-02-10T10:18:38-05:00'
describe
'60486' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMI' 'sip-files00068.pro'
3a8148467a9182442bf96a708e2c37b1
745cffd146a36aa10602f5eaa6658eb2e0129dd2
'2012-02-10T10:15:46-05:00'
describe
'147627' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMJ' 'sip-files00068.QC.jpg'
78b43140b6624faa23bea18a29072360
f47566e35c9dfd484365bbebc6687cfcc8e959da
'2012-02-10T10:22:32-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMK' 'sip-files00068.tif'
34b96f29db132e404e39022432887b95
7ba5e013bdceb183919e8d577df513eac9524cfd
'2012-02-10T10:36:06-05:00'
describe
'2648' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCML' 'sip-files00068.txt'
273a2269759d0c296698578283cbb1dc
44581f56097ea01218bd0d8d8c36bddf44ca223d
describe
'48437' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMM' 'sip-files00068thm.jpg'
b77387473f42dadecd0cdbc39be83e39
612d3b370ffcf34d2aaa7840e29668f4af703d7d
describe
'711292' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMN' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
19f62796552c0accb323b194eb3b82d3
215b6ea01ac662d414f8a3f53e48c303e727293a
'2012-02-10T10:11:31-05:00'
describe
'549532' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMO' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
f8f2b758fd09cf7245cf839d62af4130
cec4806b04160957a11bd577d59904958cc46a80
'2012-02-10T10:18:19-05:00'
describe
'116334' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMP' 'sip-files00069.pro'
c2f7b4cb1731fb7ab6c93a9ca4b76526
73c2bacde077ff1e361a75f73c5f9b253009a100
'2012-02-10T10:20:24-05:00'
describe
'170392' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMQ' 'sip-files00069.QC.jpg'
0afd3236e1e592b58be9dd77c174e6ca
f3a01c82e60553ece1506ece591a396b727a6e7f
'2012-02-10T10:17:29-05:00'
describe
'5704888' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMR' 'sip-files00069.tif'
f61a5623896e1fac6a197cade5673e07
a06a2291a95323a50bcc7c71ccfcd4b58ea66745
'2012-02-10T10:13:33-05:00'
describe
'4815' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMS' 'sip-files00069.txt'
3bb8bebcd4c82e30ee8090f0e3c6a1a9
88ec594504e59a352133aa12fa768d5e3e5a0f99
'2012-02-10T10:18:27-05:00'
describe
'52736' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMT' 'sip-files00069thm.jpg'
f5be3e5b2d65c1e6d03c5fe238d8f882
9cadfb8fc9e9276a36f75dc9b46c1055a772fdf9
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMU' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
9a6adaddcd011e8932659a65fe93ff59
298edc9a41f07d17ba48aa3eab57e7ff24cd4d9b
describe
'400533' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMV' 'sip-files00070.jpg'
809c5f9afd93d01591778b5a04b523e5
4b2712a454e7a090c2d2c61cc85e082b423cbfe3
'2012-02-10T10:22:10-05:00'
describe
'75825' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMW' 'sip-files00070.pro'
99e046b22b4eec0b6f6d4a0801df31eb
cb183875cedcef65e0cf95548abfa69d29497b54
'2012-02-10T10:25:33-05:00'
describe
'131270' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMX' 'sip-files00070.QC.jpg'
1b85cd09e30183d152ac93464aaf829c
22df3fbad74067852d2b0def11459c1b4c6c9763
'2012-02-10T10:35:36-05:00'
describe
'5703728' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMY' 'sip-files00070.tif'
6c3fef4caf1274f6354d120ba4707ef7
d2077d0e8c0238552c995b4e121222e214a45d5a
'2012-02-10T10:14:13-05:00'
describe
'3649' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCMZ' 'sip-files00070.txt'
d15b5e43bcb31ac5ab7957b0347f3b41
244c9da7e67504d37482e5be621d2bbc6095ac63
'2012-02-10T10:19:00-05:00'
describe
'45414' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNA' 'sip-files00070thm.jpg'
ad0e6f63d2e30cd56f61c40a53ce7b38
483dcd47fc33f831ef001c9e0ff6d1272b9ca503
'2012-02-10T10:34:19-05:00'
describe
'711298' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNB' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
e7ee1fdb87f0fbd6f9108fee5fe7a40e
aaf2dcae1463d61810c92ed902858b0beb9ad6d7
'2012-02-10T10:11:53-05:00'
describe
'501160' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNC' 'sip-files00071.jpg'
35df179c11c4055c813762b5646b80b4
bf91268f09b7d0393db7b5d0e606819437dc9c12
'2012-02-10T10:17:09-05:00'
describe
'107768' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCND' 'sip-files00071.pro'
681a31dd338db42979f8a6b897da85e9
accbb18894af8a87671f98c56fcb90b3e49516c4
'2012-02-10T10:32:15-05:00'
describe
'161853' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNE' 'sip-files00071.QC.jpg'
1bd0f1a5af073ba700ce3f6b17d2ed74
d3e9ad4f53cc15b9e78879c0703c26c029284fd2
'2012-02-10T10:19:52-05:00'
describe
'5704316' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNF' 'sip-files00071.tif'
bd04edb438047bd59a6b87202a0f786b
d129f39bdb9d6c03c0ca1eb1aac521ef195b8e42
'2012-02-10T10:13:08-05:00'
describe
'4536' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNG' 'sip-files00071.txt'
70b31a71c5a9c6d5563bd78543486146
7688e7fb008eb2fdb8f2b40e50ef13db7c58e87b
'2012-02-10T10:28:30-05:00'
describe
'51208' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNH' 'sip-files00071thm.jpg'
e15a8ca4ac55e66417f59f2525212de0
b7d476d77f38b64f72efd81d54e11c5ac14c7f1c
describe
'711258' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNI' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
3442a3333bf55acaf5bdca3c62164b1d
9d3079875e9519fad94b2d64f07346c1a2a84531
'2012-02-10T10:35:12-05:00'
describe
'483905' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNJ' 'sip-files00072.jpg'
5f1a14edb8472d7980fcee876907c5c7
6792cd431c969209ef2934d4e835935879d0a084
describe
'103761' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNK' 'sip-files00072.pro'
5dec76cd4662e109dc28d3e8c51d2c7f
f24709afcff5ff040bcc1d47b75adc005c8a0735
describe
'153292' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNL' 'sip-files00072.QC.jpg'
570120e20b74393f387bac75eba3c4cd
5f04e9c6290de23e0dbff3b21e6785dd66f0d6cb
'2012-02-10T10:17:23-05:00'
describe
'5704304' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNM' 'sip-files00072.tif'
c7d71f8585c726e9729ab8d724722f7f
c90483871328ea09f50ee5e4d220998b743f6c26
'2012-02-10T10:34:36-05:00'
describe
'4323' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNN' 'sip-files00072.txt'
1e2ad9803eafdcac9fecfce1f8ad63a2
5fec5b72a3b39f40af0f3feefbc0b5f930044a4f
'2012-02-10T10:25:05-05:00'
describe
'50223' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNO' 'sip-files00072thm.jpg'
ba8f0e0861e79dc5d0ee8f9808af93a5
230da87153709c44a82af65eb5911d1bd9d5cedb
'2012-02-10T10:21:03-05:00'
describe
'711182' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNP' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
cc12a5b5a202c4d765cfd8145b68b477
46dc7508488f3cfd5acd65226fd10a9acb559bf8
'2012-02-10T10:34:29-05:00'
describe
'499035' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNQ' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
920f3d9f3de8760563232fbab4dd22ba
e6ea66182a52b14d82190de632cd544b5b78078f
describe
'80922' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNR' 'sip-files00073.pro'
75c6efbcf8193dfb31129b6d1d5697f3
dd8831568ffbfec421d3bd165630b8862529e938
'2012-02-10T10:34:16-05:00'
describe
'158392' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNS' 'sip-files00073.QC.jpg'
c3bbfe7cad18444d4c2d9cf22ab69a7b
bb16c31e1efebd179df99800f40c1dbe58befbd7
'2012-02-10T10:19:14-05:00'
describe
'5704720' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNT' 'sip-files00073.tif'
268cb3483af0d44455cfb70715bc01da
9fa0013f3f906bec2d2b7624fef9fbadf71099a1
'2012-02-10T10:12:36-05:00'
describe
'3773' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNU' 'sip-files00073.txt'
997fac75d593af2e5641d477251d458b
ecc9d2c0aa219226ac8bb916df6bc25c678c1baa
'2012-02-10T10:30:22-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'51880' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNV' 'sip-files00073thm.jpg'
21197a6211c03110d1585420ec3efcbd
e60421565e5022078db86c3d26b97835b3353f6b
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNW' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
ac9c765bb83c6ec6bb0b16256b1bd439
5e89b28734497fbfdd0382fbbab78cd504c464bb
'2012-02-10T10:16:43-05:00'
describe
'544654' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNX' 'sip-files00074.jpg'
73e3594a32e83a22b0601cc41c11cfb7
463e9790d259414c437833fcfd38ef757e515968
'2012-02-10T10:14:02-05:00'
describe
'119495' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNY' 'sip-files00074.pro'
71039987ac5acfd6cd9b694ba0c15979
06b39321327bc9fc850287b126f88ebc45301650
'2012-02-10T10:12:32-05:00'
describe
'169278' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCNZ' 'sip-files00074.QC.jpg'
ba0f604520bb00101cd3a97a24fc1486
2562241c6305fc5956097eaebc168d32a38c30c4
'2012-02-10T10:17:59-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOA' 'sip-files00074.tif'
4798e795c10a17dd0c476c2006715b96
375a8913c4fa8654f741ad40a43354f949f28dd9
'2012-02-10T10:19:17-05:00'
describe
'4916' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOB' 'sip-files00074.txt'
f27c8a7234d7e2ab242545ef40e463cd
b096ad9bf6a7e3f22f041023f2865188e42e8e18
'2012-02-10T10:34:07-05:00'
describe
'52752' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOC' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
5badc4fd493eb125635ea2c441a2d522
8bcbcc2c06c582b7f536cb53cfce14d1358c7942
describe
'711287' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOD' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
07a5755f5b7f724fd74e4d5689155438
6cc30e24665ef785d67676b4b6089c92959a805c
'2012-02-10T10:32:20-05:00'
describe
'524528' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOE' 'sip-files00075.jpg'
21d260a12fb3f2b0dbf4e25e7070d385
b716d7860f76d5087df2e845b9ef02df23cd078f
describe
'111922' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOF' 'sip-files00075.pro'
6208efed29d83075f8b5a760c149b540
695b8cd24bedc39747561946917d969737ca7828
describe
'163094' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOG' 'sip-files00075.QC.jpg'
31b68bc122a4370fbdb86c9dcabe7523
556f840a06bd6600b95ad3b817c6e4315c54279f
'2012-02-10T10:30:32-05:00'
describe
'5704352' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOH' 'sip-files00075.tif'
236d054fc517b0e0b3eb063c7f107007
ab6726bab0b92400362b67fd3e79be47c541b364
'2012-02-10T10:14:42-05:00'
describe
'4751' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOI' 'sip-files00075.txt'
4c4e5e8d5b2e1795fa90317d144532d4
222e093d33949f8b3070261d117d107bf0c34f62
'2012-02-10T10:34:41-05:00'
describe
'51749' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOJ' 'sip-files00075thm.jpg'
088e9967307c7d7958b8cfd0cffaadd2
d78db75bbfec90e04ef79a8ee987d37d00fcf749
'2012-02-10T10:25:53-05:00'
describe
'711286' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOK' 'sip-files00076.jp2'
5bcdf8110aa987420d43bb110fe164ba
13d87ae3485a1221adbb0476eae68df82125bf20
'2012-02-10T10:12:46-05:00'
describe
'527711' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOL' 'sip-files00076.jpg'
b3e1d318ad6e015e9cd98420297ec12b
d16b056c05fd6741e59b86ebb50486a548f3e838
'2012-02-10T10:11:24-05:00'
describe
'114778' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOM' 'sip-files00076.pro'
2863e670cf985f5ec6a1c300d09a2065
24a2f138e7f7e8926981567b5efed9a4147e3a7d
'2012-02-10T10:15:06-05:00'
describe
'162311' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCON' 'sip-files00076.QC.jpg'
3943e3d424cccd4be63b01a89209a810
942a1572254c0291cc0a8bda10d6dd00e2baae4e
'2012-02-10T10:11:23-05:00'
describe
'5704556' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOO' 'sip-files00076.tif'
41c552e0ce3fc371a620c58fb9618565
05291abc938c99df998ebeebb556ce9eabf58867
'2012-02-10T10:10:47-05:00'
describe
'4700' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOP' 'sip-files00076.txt'
b67308816e303ce82edf9ab27abc405f
2744d4ed0fe95197e97f5a94c26a1aeb07831742
'2012-02-10T10:32:57-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOQ' 'sip-files00076thm.jpg'
a2a97dd570f055020584d50b80838c54
41ee4af67eca6e05674f069cecd56da07e3cd96e
describe
'711305' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOR' 'sip-files00077.jp2'
b93afcfc6172e6024965c5155263c066
d0e44c70b99f0c085770c72e74f61980678977b8
'2012-02-10T10:10:58-05:00'
describe
'418850' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOS' 'sip-files00077.jpg'
3b2117d2f30708fed55b922401ce9fa3
9b935bbb949f2f48f1f35fa226ef1e041bcec381
'2012-02-10T10:31:11-05:00'
describe
'76567' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOT' 'sip-files00077.pro'
2bcdc945fef60bcea49c54761a70384f
823328c1ee574ad0ad1abb72df93d7df9e650ca9
'2012-02-10T10:28:13-05:00'
describe
'131917' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOU' 'sip-files00077.QC.jpg'
df3263b38bd1ba3b6d10db144beeb995
c4d120e22675dd8870c09ce5fa9308ae434d1606
'2012-02-10T10:33:39-05:00'
describe
'5703340' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOV' 'sip-files00077.tif'
7a18861c6acebf25e96d268d6775cf5f
045936a67b7c8a5b217e5e7ee397fd0e2feb8c02
'2012-02-10T10:27:48-05:00'
describe
'3254' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOW' 'sip-files00077.txt'
6c165b1ca3070e06293e2ed2fb041338
474e6195d8c38df81b59ae26713f0d6c5f7a73fc
'2012-02-10T10:18:07-05:00'
describe
'44448' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOX' 'sip-files00077thm.jpg'
50029f3e69a0e1de2594595990dbdc95
30ff33c24217b9c906f4d846ecdafcd6359813eb
'2012-02-10T10:18:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOY' 'sip-files00078.jp2'
f25b19de9e6d2bffb57069dc6c245df1
b87c5b1bffc23399c4a291006c1bef4250649163
'2012-02-10T10:31:55-05:00'
describe
'443787' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCOZ' 'sip-files00078.jpg'
855e7cfaf3f2ed16bb2feac28b3cd6f9
85aff741a32b666c8148e4f4a60f0d9d80a9e549
'2012-02-10T10:15:58-05:00'
describe
'88923' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPA' 'sip-files00078.pro'
f9fdd5733ee6424c4b69f7c0a29d2660
c87d199ac608df0e2e467aa9337a3863c7277126
'2012-02-10T10:20:53-05:00'
describe
'140533' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPB' 'sip-files00078.QC.jpg'
e1d3afa5cf9f3022083c98cc30964f45
0325a465aa5e2c41a1197f30bfef457fbb7113ba
'2012-02-10T10:16:20-05:00'
describe
'5703536' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPC' 'sip-files00078.tif'
60ed0fdf87fb53c93c99c8949ab1a3b0
895ea632e1f88f86c086c3b3cd6b5f0a2decdcb7
'2012-02-10T10:19:20-05:00'
describe
'3810' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPD' 'sip-files00078.txt'
5222aed7caffa58757228240a6084dd4
d2566e6ee08c94578e555d7f79d3e37d226f3659
describe
'47038' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPE' 'sip-files00078thm.jpg'
bc82599abcc13406a5fccd03ff4aa960
6735d3d1386c288a9f8ea136557d8ea39f6f6a40
'2012-02-10T10:18:43-05:00'
describe
'711300' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPF' 'sip-files00079.jp2'
08f6e16d3ca4a16ac97904fe88284139
0f7183de40439f81393ed1b92d280c6992c755d0
'2012-02-10T10:16:06-05:00'
describe
'555306' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPG' 'sip-files00079.jpg'
e84131be09221da6b8c6f916dde81f9b
5a4703548516728307843eac48e66a5c9be03d48
describe
'72043' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPH' 'sip-files00079.pro'
089bc1854acfb34898035bf3a119fa18
36600f676419932fcb04f9b605320c0085632710
describe
'167099' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPI' 'sip-files00079.QC.jpg'
998f6f2998fbc3a78927136ef1339338
3aae0c39f3112644db507feefc94d2b3172ec0c3
'2012-02-10T10:35:52-05:00'
describe
'5704992' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPJ' 'sip-files00079.tif'
88ac49075d01fbf33a7768966d791e7d
fb3c3d2bfa141905e2fbd4c360f70ed65a7eed0b
describe
'3099' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPK' 'sip-files00079.txt'
89efbb8a7443eddac33c66b216f5f643
98174e45bb67466e2f40bcd188a14db79a8f22c9
'2012-02-10T10:34:37-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'53489' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPL' 'sip-files00079thm.jpg'
60468d96cf06c2d327645d82cbeb1c83
93198d5bbbccadac429710fd9ad30bf5000ffde7
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPM' 'sip-files00080.jp2'
c36556f7a99d7b123b31cef5e587d8dc
8cbb440fd543bbbf1ad7df1ba8852046a810fe17
'2012-02-10T10:20:38-05:00'
describe
'493065' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPN' 'sip-files00080.jpg'
f2d02cd68e34eb7c1c01b79b4a2cd757
43df7165e089ac3a2358c65113b9b1ab80f80dfb
describe
'106234' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPO' 'sip-files00080.pro'
4b073af5c4813db926d7adb4b62b1837
d471eb0ace9e9a26431e3bcfdb5574962466af1a
'2012-02-10T10:21:47-05:00'
describe
'155410' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPP' 'sip-files00080.QC.jpg'
208ee6b4a44776cb716b62661c45863a
ab57b0c216750a1ea816b1e7d381b467a8abda4a
'2012-02-10T10:19:21-05:00'
describe
'5703980' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPQ' 'sip-files00080.tif'
fe0178753fa7819ed5413b47c24c8fd0
5985677bd97110c7723ee8d83b106fdde50de49d
'2012-02-10T10:20:48-05:00'
describe
'4478' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPR' 'sip-files00080.txt'
b03d75ea7ad6791b1b8f6c5f63b7a810
1f40e7e394460b0356c9366a6600e9af44950b7c
'2012-02-10T10:18:26-05:00'
describe
'49193' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPS' 'sip-files00080thm.jpg'
9f40721de2f4fb0c65e7321f9899ae93
3992bc9ae3a931cbd06f83d8134aabb666c6e062
'2012-02-10T10:31:27-05:00'
describe
'711256' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPT' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
da02796127d5fa1aa261376bdf360968
63c793f2923202de7a65686fd0990fa6ae608a4d
'2012-02-10T10:11:26-05:00'
describe
'564830' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPU' 'sip-files00081.jpg'
492b7fe345214616a4e23ff971e79374
2855584afc308334a059afde604ab2ce75cb596b
describe
'119948' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPV' 'sip-files00081.pro'
4477c51760027b5dffd9b8a62d3fd1c5
5b3ddc6b6594c24fb71fb0ca42e5776410cbaa83
'2012-02-10T10:22:57-05:00'
describe
'170167' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPW' 'sip-files00081.QC.jpg'
852a3d3ec9bf833068383810017bd830
056bf0b88df1300106a0fca0f6d091c3c7321c1e
'2012-02-10T10:23:10-05:00'
describe
'5704944' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPX' 'sip-files00081.tif'
f5d9081ccb18cf86969bc451c6f2107d
c8ee84417aba3ba36b6fa96113b3437f2e0788de
describe
'5016' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPY' 'sip-files00081.txt'
27074cc62615672d37ef795e773141f9
5a1857f6358e195dabc000e6b7752880ec25ea19
'2012-02-10T10:35:15-05:00'
describe
'53701' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCPZ' 'sip-files00081thm.jpg'
9fa176a0b647db125a428205c9e34d2e
0fcf240782a89f388ba2a31b40e0329d3c95e42b
describe
'711249' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQA' 'sip-files00082.jp2'
3b30b5c3518ee06a5befaa35d97e7892
8dab2c4d454b444fe3378c243240f946e92ec337
describe
'501482' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQB' 'sip-files00082.jpg'
60028c47c190fcbd8358d6a7bf9adb62
6efab57e0f6883296490a01f4d1536aaafe09729
describe
'102413' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQC' 'sip-files00082.pro'
b763fddd2eb00bee506c43b429d9f0f0
f766353f547fb8ad293cb7773c2838b88ffe9a1a
'2012-02-10T10:29:06-05:00'
describe
'151699' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQD' 'sip-files00082.QC.jpg'
33df444b0d99cdd3b1d76cd7be6e4187
d21c6ca731191de4504f9c7b3cf68eaff32adec2
'2012-02-10T10:15:21-05:00'
describe
'5704224' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQE' 'sip-files00082.tif'
222ff5045b5e5752b37d8e16d4f29fec
e86762c496f551987882769f51f18633fde2ecf1
'2012-02-10T10:34:03-05:00'
describe
'4316' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQF' 'sip-files00082.txt'
1e3720fe14972fc7a2ca9bb0c706f4b8
36fc2bd52c694185a0e048797f511a1bc65db6d1
'2012-02-10T10:18:54-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'48491' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQG' 'sip-files00082thm.jpg'
689d22f26960a6a21d1710573ba0d04e
c7360510987431fd3e3c3e5de80dc75b9f40db0c
'2012-02-10T10:13:50-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQH' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
8671a4ac60ee7c84af8a1cea00aa5081
9652ab61903dc84ef905501fa9fa534e175b1ab2
describe
'477653' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQI' 'sip-files00083.jpg'
e547ccf827ff051917f5634e3acb7f51
18da3227c7b50c1487502282564a01314b987c7e
'2012-02-10T10:31:02-05:00'
describe
'90573' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQJ' 'sip-files00083.pro'
02132d13ab5377e0193e1cacef7d7f73
83c16db2efcd6d9731e2c075d132ba978f6a7972
'2012-02-10T10:10:37-05:00'
describe
'150221' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQK' 'sip-files00083.QC.jpg'
463cb6b42122411824360eda14c8911c
6eb21d56d0f220495e5b0cb01f4c5d805157edf4
describe
'5704196' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQL' 'sip-files00083.tif'
45bd0e25f1b9e7776df572e868a26f71
08e7a32ea2aa242363a3fcda3c2062b291d1f9b5
describe
'3795' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQM' 'sip-files00083.txt'
5b3a37b8321e56b44033e82989f5c0d4
3ae84e10d877f9a8b20d46bdc92d63c6f683dfed
'2012-02-10T10:20:15-05:00'
describe
'49562' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQN' 'sip-files00083thm.jpg'
02b0183884b2e530bf8716a3f9089057
71e378b344d7ade02936fb2c0cbfa27abd0dabe8
'2012-02-10T10:18:34-05:00'
describe
'711239' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQO' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
e9900ac13e3ed5ee076284f6beadae6d
6cd9723daf2f1d3aa6d9a0f945927c159dc31997
'2012-02-10T10:21:02-05:00'
describe
'533255' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQP' 'sip-files00084.jpg'
0c779654041ce080f592000118147a19
49becf996cc044966a94c9f81c55dcbebfe93fca
'2012-02-10T10:19:39-05:00'
describe
'114063' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQQ' 'sip-files00084.pro'
de65b425b8ab6dd08e7531aa43c31fd9
d46d3b036bb07d05a616fe7533b2906afda4341b
'2012-02-10T10:19:47-05:00'
describe
'168040' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQR' 'sip-files00084.QC.jpg'
42eafcf3a54736bf5de423eef3e3ba89
aada301c40f67c7db6fd7a90be3bbdd94f5970dd
'2012-02-10T10:12:44-05:00'
describe
'5704628' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQS' 'sip-files00084.tif'
7c6b59b4b7f20822148dde8b28e540f2
2744790aed1bc6d1d5ba3791ec94088a00bfb684
'2012-02-10T10:14:28-05:00'
describe
'4717' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQT' 'sip-files00084.txt'
49820f21bff4da83838d0c449be93400
afdadad6fb2fe13cd1aec610bef8db6a24ac6ce7
'2012-02-10T10:27:45-05:00'
describe
'52337' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQU' 'sip-files00084thm.jpg'
361baf0d8338fae6cd19c0c3d53ad530
e076cd52a98a7a4692f14542e76f17967d3dfbf6
'2012-02-10T10:23:25-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQV' 'sip-files00085.jp2'
6ebb32376f97e8e4079bc5b9189106a3
74da70704c2153b62a41e0e9fcf90af9a135fd35
'2012-02-10T10:23:45-05:00'
describe
'497496' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQW' 'sip-files00085.jpg'
30345e5f0506a7d5f95ac7e17d18b801
fc47f751ce49165d9c9b7b14ea1b21a89f2aeea2
'2012-02-10T10:18:14-05:00'
describe
'80714' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQX' 'sip-files00085.pro'
e3a67101bcfc60a68f64c95912b99a6d
88fe13c36a409dcc28de09362d59ff6b451ff3df
'2012-02-10T10:20:30-05:00'
describe
'154888' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQY' 'sip-files00085.QC.jpg'
4353810753ea8138db6e86a4f1711f30
806a06a9492817752dc66ce39e9e21eef54306bb
'2012-02-10T10:13:39-05:00'
describe
'5704656' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCQZ' 'sip-files00085.tif'
7309e40d594adc0e74a80d98f0c278e8
6b1b3d45131b8d3b58e1fda20212e712cb0e407f
'2012-02-10T10:18:58-05:00'
describe
'3418' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRA' 'sip-files00085.txt'
2ebf7511086117cb56010366c2c1be08
4a11f45e70960d6da6fe17a2994fab882dc59e37
'2012-02-10T10:20:46-05:00'
describe
'51915' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRB' 'sip-files00085thm.jpg'
922ad9952f15925b9e3e9a06a5a6d780
4a24d5008ce57f8d55613c98838e4e847618d589
'2012-02-10T10:25:43-05:00'
describe
'711296' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRC' 'sip-files00086.jp2'
43eb708558ab0a84b5f1dd884caa99a1
a1f0311feb4c213cb66866d9d66910bbaae42adb
'2012-02-10T10:31:22-05:00'
describe
'478858' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRD' 'sip-files00086.jpg'
5a06fb12f2504a451f27d8efe2c32b4d
b81f3d2890ee08e074659a226ebc7bfd866216f9
'2012-02-10T10:23:12-05:00'
describe
'103804' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRE' 'sip-files00086.pro'
13d25616a7121d00e73e7329a736f0af
b6cda21afb17664855d095a1e4aaa4a3271595c0
describe
'153666' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRF' 'sip-files00086.QC.jpg'
01ea485560d5a69798ac2581129d4e14
1c783cc015aa915e8a32f52341bb6998004c2102
describe
'5704340' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRG' 'sip-files00086.tif'
5c4718f16bf71a5ee338044f8763016c
8946c8da6c1cf6d1cc5403a74a02d50b55eb0b1a
describe
'4381' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRH' 'sip-files00086.txt'
4525ee956a10641d6d23a276412b30ce
6415435254763fe50a939134a5db5f8bfa6dfedb
'2012-02-10T10:13:54-05:00'
describe
'49804' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRI' 'sip-files00086thm.jpg'
34c15a61426b92bb9c413a88ba7a36bc
c910fa70fc3addfba6d3b9b154cd2e4fb1ebe2db
'2012-02-10T10:22:38-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRJ' 'sip-files00087.jp2'
0f5bb574ee9f1ebcc16c840cb119a519
949358bd4fe4e7f9b5fc7103bb6ed862d08943be
'2012-02-10T10:15:57-05:00'
describe
'508299' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRK' 'sip-files00087.jpg'
efa50339dcd26f77f36f66d89173a2eb
5b320c321138cbea2cd97b6a69ad77e25195cb00
'2012-02-10T10:36:22-05:00'
describe
'105106' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRL' 'sip-files00087.pro'
182dc73b127a12322e9098656a9b89aa
78bd81b0c392f9285989426417bf0fdf97617a43
'2012-02-10T10:17:49-05:00'
describe
'158672' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRM' 'sip-files00087.QC.jpg'
1ccd6cdb2d432a961c08aef71fb776e9
2b2032385830907f075a6d756ceb7a874c27631f
'2012-02-10T10:23:40-05:00'
describe
'5704364' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRN' 'sip-files00087.tif'
be4262a1ccbba738a10ec8864b0e6b3c
c10a167d407584a76b3c88843460b28d51405078
'2012-02-10T10:10:54-05:00'
describe
'4493' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRO' 'sip-files00087.txt'
edf3507aeb71d0bb7e34d5b0b3ccc6f8
e69f9059db20e4c079c191366b4b0c3fe3def41c
describe
'51476' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRP' 'sip-files00087thm.jpg'
0bcfb34363ba0374be543b1d3e4b8bf5
d19514e50ca3056b19dd3f268d69c8e2a683a83d
'2012-02-10T10:26:10-05:00'
describe
'711261' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRQ' 'sip-files00088.jp2'
babad32708a77659f549a4bcab3ada29
cd39ddc80951ab4bc9e0c642ad7e2ec3c4a76c3c
'2012-02-10T10:15:52-05:00'
describe
'472176' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRR' 'sip-files00088.jpg'
be4d8ae76cd6ef8d237e6e2ac9be8ab7
f1a9c6167cb488424a8751eb7699264962034fd5
'2012-02-10T10:32:45-05:00'
describe
'103011' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRS' 'sip-files00088.pro'
f0e9ddaabe2e60903c3a86034186adfb
e4fe690d05c7937d09c1cfc990da222c5c8ea322
'2012-02-10T10:12:00-05:00'
describe
'153971' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRT' 'sip-files00088.QC.jpg'
5a9af9244bfc2c8d6d8ac5c049c7b32c
bef48842b0f4d70489b28a7463614688b331b670
'2012-02-10T10:24:45-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRU' 'sip-files00088.tif'
beb3f663585099ed8dedff7571d663da
0ccc99de89abf0d4a0d8e734490dda3cfc68f41c
'2012-02-10T10:25:24-05:00'
describe
'4494' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRV' 'sip-files00088.txt'
167fca19e0a2264f6ec53da7b5af7fb2
32e9077a3555bef8a9f17e07fda0c65e427191f6
'2012-02-10T10:25:06-05:00'
describe
'49489' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRW' 'sip-files00088thm.jpg'
b2b0995bf51542fb86cd987ac4dce79d
188eb5d96473e7ec639887738e2c5f2ad1ffb4e6
'2012-02-10T10:34:50-05:00'
describe
'711151' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRX' 'sip-files00089.jp2'
157f219029951aa3a0fd2e4a3d871c7c
0eb6640fcd672055726a71dbee373224256c6a0a
'2012-02-10T10:10:55-05:00'
describe
'548235' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRY' 'sip-files00089.jpg'
21480c113912f0e3c2802c9c0c070a96
e66c13af10bd2c3a307469e7f987bfb5a2119b36
'2012-02-10T10:14:30-05:00'
describe
'72221' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCRZ' 'sip-files00089.pro'
6c905f2b428a1724da339b7bca85df71
9072990963f1aca4e813a94e4f4c5745083f34f2
'2012-02-10T10:35:27-05:00'
describe
'167089' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSA' 'sip-files00089.QC.jpg'
1bd9106314489e1d554f4f1a6df23748
6fb18d9c40abeb0b53a9bdb398c9470802f882de
describe
'5704980' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSB' 'sip-files00089.tif'
f9b27f52b12949be6e8ee73c179e6003
696944d7fed7d169adf00ddb88cf1f43850cc005
'2012-02-10T10:27:21-05:00'
describe
'3353' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSC' 'sip-files00089.txt'
7c3484fd61d376ed2baab3cbb6f9ec01
420e3a7b5fe39498d5893103864bb5a686ad6439
'2012-02-10T10:13:11-05:00'
describe
'53733' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSD' 'sip-files00089thm.jpg'
e737176ac0cc9248be9a0020c3212489
76daccb6e694572c4bf36719f1a1421f761e6d68
'2012-02-10T10:18:36-05:00'
describe
'711262' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSE' 'sip-files00090.jp2'
33d2680df06302aaf22d837f6c356da7
cb430877f47f8677f6eb94eb490176efaf9f26cc
'2012-02-10T10:10:45-05:00'
describe
'304139' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSF' 'sip-files00090.jpg'
8ee8b54a1297c0b01bbfc0616534c02a
ffd55a32f4409c9e0331bc434fa6179f0448bcb6
describe
'47397' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSG' 'sip-files00090.pro'
55c1fc32976b585f3a33a676a574a970
9fb42dfe053406d0e59612b9d35d13d00f4f15f1
describe
'99598' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSH' 'sip-files00090.QC.jpg'
8eadc0c206641e1038d3a5ea284d3ea9
d0197c93baf62e763237b5974d2685f13c544107
'2012-02-10T10:30:11-05:00'
describe
'5702112' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSI' 'sip-files00090.tif'
32b00171e9a6a188c940b8e6192dafa4
ea6db82db10e749336872718cc50d3bb7d868b38
'2012-02-10T10:28:10-05:00'
describe
'2086' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSJ' 'sip-files00090.txt'
57a3b88d0304af9aed4adc6de7639d1d
51a6bc6924f157d4264d08a422902b3207988bd7
'2012-02-10T10:24:02-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'35783' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSK' 'sip-files00090thm.jpg'
808428943dbe0f2acac0b22399461d40
8f6e203059b4d94794c7b76672120816ebe987b3
'2012-02-10T10:32:49-05:00'
describe
'711213' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSL' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
177422a7d8a87cc92743c4c5b00ace4a
5b8a73beee4c8f77b6b39abb8465584337714b2a
'2012-02-10T10:16:23-05:00'
describe
'242071' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSM' 'sip-files00091.jpg'
4a48d5b90443e991126ab7652adf49b4
1b4417ef612bbba6240a0cd530f2a25aed66dbdd
'2012-02-10T10:13:56-05:00'
describe
'73949' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSN' 'sip-files00091.QC.jpg'
2a431d88210b06cdfcc601368862f3d3
5498049d620907587eecb0bb6f08083ae57e23b6
'2012-02-10T10:30:59-05:00'
describe
'5700368' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSO' 'sip-files00091.tif'
9004c163da310be7ee529339302c6430
3d7c18057a9106b6e032f41daeaf05b3a5b1d799
'2012-02-10T10:30:20-05:00'
describe
'27033' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSP' 'sip-files00091thm.jpg'
5a317ff9e00e955a9f709d8d1a773f8d
787bfc6724b32fc6adac796768004154b8da5fb9
'2012-02-10T10:13:20-05:00'
describe
'205164' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSQ' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
753fe0fcd6fc1af82f6062621b084503
c071d47ae7638a4acc9f969a3314d49aebfb2b2f
describe
'49373' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSR' 'sip-files00092.jpg'
92e462f83a0a6c98d378e7a58b192580
18d88f4a23f7db7ae8069c6b160329baa598d25d
'2012-02-10T10:13:31-05:00'
describe
'529' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSS' 'sip-files00092.pro'
a80c52df24b217f788397cbbe1699d53
ad1a8398e5490cb13be7f7474f3a1a56572ca555
describe
'20515' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCST' 'sip-files00092.QC.jpg'
1b8189159417a88909d83771eb632687
94e185b066a545aa3655312aa39100ec1b3926ca
'2012-02-10T10:16:15-05:00'
describe
'5698300' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSU' 'sip-files00092.tif'
805d177a0c2d2ef9e2b55cc8ea90154d
73e105f1c95be8f0a089f2d2a1b70acd6a9aff4e
'2012-02-10T10:13:29-05:00'
describe
'41' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSV' 'sip-files00092.txt'
467d89e2fa131db37f6f8582c8c5dbd8
b239811445d8e458688d07b855abe5a97ee428de
'2012-02-10T10:32:18-05:00'
describe
'12742' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSW' 'sip-files00092thm.jpg'
d907a5214e2cf9a4b133743ebef638d7
eff1f6666dccbc1c4642f4a789f561f0ce27dfd4
'2012-02-10T10:23:11-05:00'
describe
'711243' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSX' 'sip-files00094.jp2'
242a7cb12dd4970fcd90d57013ec7014
174761a9dd380e7daf3b022e1df415796f016722
describe
'435500' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSY' 'sip-files00094.jpg'
00687cbb0a67a6661cf84e1454a9d69e
7243c04d5d8fe07a5767eeb7fa37cbd307441dfa
'2012-02-10T10:12:25-05:00'
describe
'95557' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCSZ' 'sip-files00094.pro'
ab03963f48e86a67287b8a534c2ad121
02a1b2619bd882909360ed3662186f25f362217b
'2012-02-10T10:26:20-05:00'
describe
'138937' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTA' 'sip-files00094.QC.jpg'
b3fc4b007cbed4d3a3fe3a52ecd8c1fd
b220f9247f2a24d4e17347f6a461a4c23c8d03e3
describe
'5703508' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTB' 'sip-files00094.tif'
11d16707cee635115ff99892bf32d3ae
0a5bb37b718555b9f4494afc0601ac5674e1e2d3
'2012-02-10T10:26:18-05:00'
describe
'3999' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTC' 'sip-files00094.txt'
e6c699622e45025b355cb0e3fe3def0b
3599ece7bc8f287d0d545af8b96ab02ee3285b55
'2012-02-10T10:19:33-05:00'
describe
'45980' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTD' 'sip-files00094thm.jpg'
107c260460f1b93aa02514ebb5d24182
53648664bc5133ce525b1bbc2d4b16d0045bb739
'2012-02-10T10:24:38-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTE' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
80e4515013cdb9fc82025a5e4a5ecad3
bdc9472297f8854bb4f10956856a37f458e31947
describe
'541561' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTF' 'sip-files00095.jpg'
ca67be70165a1dc1eef0a2b6bd7ecb68
b3fe32b71c77054a0211ebdd56dc98d6a14052a0
'2012-02-10T10:14:19-05:00'
describe
'104214' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTG' 'sip-files00095.pro'
1147d63a3ed57914bd66ab9fde59ba07
92ddf4eb9910dfbc26535cfdc94e3ab13cc91a5b
'2012-02-10T10:21:30-05:00'
describe
'168100' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTH' 'sip-files00095.QC.jpg'
15ccb17476baee0408c6e22bf67103f4
a0e5adbe191033b6f1ffc541f6d9c98476d767a6
'2012-02-10T10:27:24-05:00'
describe
'5704820' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTI' 'sip-files00095.tif'
f993b9a506e7d747dd174b800ca62c84
8ebc7335e7d6ba780f8b6e52ba1a78ece829bc9d
'2012-02-10T10:17:13-05:00'
describe
'4406' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTJ' 'sip-files00095.txt'
43a13fb84c7649073051adc61b69a7e2
dcaab5e87987e24040b8704acacd65f3052b209f
'2012-02-10T10:34:33-05:00'
describe
'53334' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTK' 'sip-files00095thm.jpg'
d309ce3016a939c4f32e052ac3692624
762937ac657bfec70e695468c6e6c0b98a9089f6
'2012-02-10T10:22:59-05:00'
describe
'711275' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTL' 'sip-files00096.jp2'
585cad6ca1884760d85645c42d541187
c3391371b124ff8a0f55f5c49d1105ea35976807
describe
'525827' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTM' 'sip-files00096.jpg'
7977780e3858e6c569a6521329f8ec19
fece294a90015fba814d447ffeab67df4fb57d52
'2012-02-10T10:17:34-05:00'
describe
'117830' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTN' 'sip-files00096.pro'
b666efc933b35541dad39eb15435d33e
4fb9e562a09bb9ab4c77f663f47c5b8cb92b67a2
'2012-02-10T10:15:45-05:00'
describe
'163560' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTO' 'sip-files00096.QC.jpg'
80199f78250e0dccbf1a6d3e4a8f979a
506b5af1386b19b047e7d01dd040a945e126a138
'2012-02-10T10:22:27-05:00'
describe
'5704128' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTP' 'sip-files00096.tif'
c32c30366e90a56701aa5d5d9565a4bb
1642a76b94e0b6057dfa42f791ae106f118d1ab5
'2012-02-10T10:17:26-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTQ' 'sip-files00096.txt'
81dded4497de73a8c44a3726935f4133
8c8e5db4a429fd5d9d0826cf98fb5e70d4b31a93
'2012-02-10T10:16:55-05:00'
describe
'52074' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTR' 'sip-files00096thm.jpg'
ff08ccb92eb892e88f6d3998b1921f10
8c44eaf39637ee4252824a31d73456f4ef5c83ca
'2012-02-10T10:24:42-05:00'
describe
'711297' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTS' 'sip-files00097.jp2'
0a2fff675cdb8b97b022813b7009fb9b
e173055077f04e03a05c170fc3e424ba818e1103
'2012-02-10T10:10:57-05:00'
describe
'548504' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTT' 'sip-files00097.jpg'
f56b707eff95dbf41e087661e86f5921
45506ced14b046a9d7b5ca2e61ee8bfd205e15a4
'2012-02-10T10:20:40-05:00'
describe
'36777' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTU' 'sip-files00097.pro'
e77be40f570ae934818499073be79dc1
ab576e6b9d3e2e042ced751c0a78bdd800f456fd
'2012-02-10T10:11:36-05:00'
describe
'155997' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTV' 'sip-files00097.QC.jpg'
ef9b9bc6bd6f35849dcdfdfd915c9f2b
8f60881041319ada7369589cff3b1e58dcfd8ecf
'2012-02-10T10:28:06-05:00'
describe
'5703280' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTW' 'sip-files00097.tif'
8c7da4c34191f7f9797f737fc314154e
e5b20c7a381a816a2b7ff7977536376e04f3832c
'2012-02-10T10:14:21-05:00'
describe
'1576' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTX' 'sip-files00097.txt'
f016ca37f9f76b29fdac1fd0c3096553
36393a7e8f86c69f0ad92f4fc8c3f6c17e71ec35
'2012-02-10T10:15:27-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'49098' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTY' 'sip-files00097thm.jpg'
bf92df5c212f49f983a5a7473d69e0b0
6a362bc92a5810018a6192366c8715530dc4e83b
'2012-02-10T10:18:11-05:00'
describe
'711285' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCTZ' 'sip-files00098.jp2'
f0b8b098dd58f1fc9a7cb55bd9b4b806
3d2f52e2e4be0300cc5730306163d7ac354e8d82
'2012-02-10T10:28:47-05:00'
describe
'516568' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUA' 'sip-files00098.jpg'
7da71a01639b5bfe2ad01ef224282b91
456aaca49f3fea610841840417ef0d5eb2496ea3
'2012-02-10T10:13:59-05:00'
describe
'116145' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUB' 'sip-files00098.pro'
a6cf7dd79811e731eade3cc60e3f5681
09d45e831191174379daefe7bc8e2292f70bc929
'2012-02-10T10:25:41-05:00'
describe
'160406' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUC' 'sip-files00098.QC.jpg'
8409e89535db4cff7e8790eb634bbb7a
de0958bf29e9a8ff4603b8c0fbffe215fdc12d56
'2012-02-10T10:12:45-05:00'
describe
'5704092' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUD' 'sip-files00098.tif'
4c68cccb4c40af9831755e64d252cb58
59c72e35bf58f742f6e77414086ab7f93a728cc0
'2012-02-10T10:33:01-05:00'
describe
'4820' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUE' 'sip-files00098.txt'
df43e5e04a4db6e95e534c22da902a8f
7c7680d51cbbc5e44de3b53dc17e7a79817a3c88
describe
'51163' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUF' 'sip-files00098thm.jpg'
7595ffa0971a44273f195811e982e48d
811efa930fc153c760691900f241209472a791a1
'2012-02-10T10:24:39-05:00'
describe
'718432' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUG' 'sip-files00099.jp2'
c83fea4dc81cb599b4beaf698e1781f7
5d7f02ace3fc79d7634d75d7092401911bd86299
'2012-02-10T10:16:10-05:00'
describe
'564737' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUH' 'sip-files00099.jpg'
5b970cbb05c9e0ca67e4aaec6f621290
dbb4f6654dd89c0d5bbbf0c1ae223c6663d7fb37
describe
'123200' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUI' 'sip-files00099.pro'
bb5463e2b4a79e67d5d55605040e388c
d20515f59c2778341c7a2c9d93c984aef3280d47
'2012-02-10T10:35:21-05:00'
describe
'181956' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUJ' 'sip-files00099.QC.jpg'
0651304541f7c6e9052775a72631ac76
92e1621ff3c38c376e805f8f1d14e31ec6bcd763
'2012-02-10T10:25:00-05:00'
describe
'5771608' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUK' 'sip-files00099.tif'
950f99714016fdeaf3cd5e7b1c01ebd6
d9932b6cc9fdf69d8c42d7ccf19a5b4c3df13714
'2012-02-10T10:16:38-05:00'
describe
'5010' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUL' 'sip-files00099.txt'
ae4cdb390830aa11b4feefc4bdc95775
0770cd288dacb01269933e20f5d9076782d66ebe
'2012-02-10T10:23:15-05:00'
describe
'63807' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUM' 'sip-files00099thm.jpg'
5c28672afc53c93d511471f83df39858
8b3e88d9b8a88efe94d75a775b5ff6af4e588d63
'2012-02-10T10:24:21-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUN' 'sip-files00100.jp2'
3c368651585dd49d8f549e566d0601c6
0cf178619a8d4c2ae1041dd612f225ea95bbceff
describe
'544685' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUO' 'sip-files00100.jpg'
dc580e8aa539117751cfbfebcc75226d
4c2f06518caab71c694983faaeb78ffbae931646
'2012-02-10T10:25:31-05:00'
describe
'63073' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUP' 'sip-files00100.pro'
cf0fb16b5b61417b7895220afa5c3b84
5bd5f4943c6fb9654d6addf392b474566b499772
'2012-02-10T10:25:11-05:00'
describe
'162079' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUQ' 'sip-files00100.QC.jpg'
753452287de5da14b6130b0ecd436b12
e31ac87a9cb1c70c49f4fcb7c760d298836f0420
'2012-02-10T10:32:01-05:00'
describe
'5704600' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUR' 'sip-files00100.tif'
49f5eb5f3fb5f93093d559c32984db4e
4f10c3e46a0670925bc562a39aeb33da998219e7
'2012-02-10T10:33:53-05:00'
describe
'2550' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUS' 'sip-files00100.txt'
8137afc46184cf379ea56f8900fbd133
a74274b6908011e7fe96157f1fa1e82528da6bcd
'2012-02-10T10:25:36-05:00'
describe
'52560' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUT' 'sip-files00100thm.jpg'
8d7eee94a0946cbb6b378f9dfade19d0
ad3aab58aa5086490d4d60c01ea32c64bf151c77
'2012-02-10T10:18:20-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUU' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
c8febbe19fe90d0ad750456482596af9
c572f4df3db503956c0d95bb882b4762014ba7bb
'2012-02-10T10:21:28-05:00'
describe
'361871' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUV' 'sip-files00101.jpg'
cbbb1a1d350df06406baaba366b945e8
3b77bbcf0ccd060c0bc7ccad9b7ea3b55c02385a
'2012-02-10T10:16:33-05:00'
describe
'47881' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUW' 'sip-files00101.pro'
3b596e9660b009e81cf9b44f26b7dd37
f14984f705dc5b101ad5131123c497c4836bd05c
describe
'114856' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUX' 'sip-files00101.QC.jpg'
99afe4ca0707adbb86707df0afc63ea6
65f313442825e890d1cd95e3979fa8cbedb8f1ef
'2012-02-10T10:24:54-05:00'
describe
'5702604' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUY' 'sip-files00101.tif'
a63b993c2be50cd0e13cf17ff3faa9f2
fb7ebe7b4f559be39ed2211c49d5183de0163538
'2012-02-10T10:24:46-05:00'
describe
'2034' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCUZ' 'sip-files00101.txt'
79f34c293a3ad75cb38652031c464e11
583abdcb5f4b3fc9c140363a5b86680a092e13cc
describe
'40060' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVA' 'sip-files00101thm.jpg'
7455d7de8d62f82f7a36bda5997a9f6d
7ab26f30979f6ee76748f30a4ebf020432d645ea
'2012-02-10T10:32:56-05:00'
describe
'711068' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVB' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
c3e6db9a698af30dd57556dffba160ad
f44b314436030ba8eda9aa20f737214592f4ae86
describe
'508178' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVC' 'sip-files00102.jpg'
63690733e8cae47a976e4e7d27661725
e4b5f236834f3ceab3b3021fa8a4a1791a67a1fd
describe
'59834' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVD' 'sip-files00102.pro'
40a38f7b749124cedb47c97082b5560e
d765643f989b643c113471eaf88af5d1116eb281
'2012-02-10T10:36:17-05:00'
describe
'167003' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVE' 'sip-files00102.QC.jpg'
cd43e9220c3bfdd71352405a14736d09
89255fd4a850931522cc9b3f58d334a81b4515fb
'2012-02-10T10:13:27-05:00'
describe
'5714052' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVF' 'sip-files00102.tif'
ab7fe160f4e3dc2928832335286cdb11
d14019af274435ef96594934bcbc18c056d431e8
'2012-02-10T10:36:09-05:00'
describe
'2529' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVG' 'sip-files00102.txt'
c5aa552d401f0f113202f92f288099b4
6320d2d67ea3cc64ad5bf55d2fa2ef4c527189e5
'2012-02-10T10:23:31-05:00'
describe
'59888' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVH' 'sip-files00102thm.jpg'
8ebd478c5ad6ffad78ec723e649b0b58
e1cedc8f3ece8b076735e151a3d5a0dea7658e86
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVI' 'sip-files00103.jp2'
76d902cf2a99903868e9de41e70465d4
08fd072220830e9e6c3833b0f06a24209bff4303
'2012-02-10T10:15:04-05:00'
describe
'514868' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVJ' 'sip-files00103.jpg'
879bd1092c79f594a877eb0dbb9448ed
75d77958289eac68113c1c3cfb0fe6e6d6fb2e8b
'2012-02-10T10:25:56-05:00'
describe
'112944' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVK' 'sip-files00103.pro'
0d18f414e00f420e2500b7eae7be4598
4e4586418928c8664e5107d66e275f948f534fc5
'2012-02-10T10:28:57-05:00'
describe
'160053' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVL' 'sip-files00103.QC.jpg'
39425e01e46cabcae0e4c1a755062eed
2f688f08e206aa67df9b13831b2a6f02f90a5181
'2012-02-10T10:15:50-05:00'
describe
'5704156' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVM' 'sip-files00103.tif'
a8c687fd94a6cc00635f5f3988b31edf
f392f843fb88a6de4930c0e0d7590831f6ed6fe3
describe
'4726' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVN' 'sip-files00103.txt'
2fee339bc7eb243221efd8fc3b2c0b1a
546e1ff488a48ad8e9895f70661de6b005a07f3c
describe
'49557' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVO' 'sip-files00103thm.jpg'
ba29dee0aef37464ae6ba3796145a36e
c897f59fcd1d7ca9bff3b5fcf58fc1f8ccad2bd5
'2012-02-10T10:23:50-05:00'
describe
'711291' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVP' 'sip-files00104.jp2'
ea8380d32ee3385d8e510a298099e6f6
d218e12a60ae7eed503e259044a64282b762ee46
'2012-02-10T10:26:15-05:00'
describe
'520719' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVQ' 'sip-files00104.jpg'
179bd308a56dfe650b12f54a58312ceb
d6d99aa627e1e07faa72fbef522c43b8d9b1b32b
'2012-02-10T10:17:37-05:00'
describe
'114456' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVR' 'sip-files00104.pro'
3404438786cda0d2d50054ea0549ec30
6c741942bbb87ce01d971b5c62d8f6bc71cec8b1
describe
'162494' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVS' 'sip-files00104.QC.jpg'
328392afc91fabcd6843fe0bfe2625fb
887b142f0d19733e2d75fae612ef063b59260afa
describe
'5704176' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVT' 'sip-files00104.tif'
faa6b66f2a3058946bba55e81f827ae6
82bd80da4da5dbb189afe310d2208f4b3709a672
'2012-02-10T10:15:34-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVU' 'sip-files00104.txt'
66d7fcfd811fcae0ecc9b9ec9e3579b8
f4a08a6ea8b70909a08dd7ff4c2a27a55fc1c579
'2012-02-10T10:10:40-05:00'
describe
'50275' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVV' 'sip-files00104thm.jpg'
a2d56875d42162cf2ccbcb3b3522edf8
7094a8f6ae5e734cbfb4de96692688627cceb4bf
'2012-02-10T10:32:28-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVW' 'sip-files00105.jp2'
b5ed06381bb95d71fa65cfb0097130e6
421e8fdd516369c4510d7d9413c8e0291d8b6a6e
'2012-02-10T10:33:05-05:00'
describe
'560627' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVX' 'sip-files00105.jpg'
3097c080d3c877a26fd94f7f4bae2e23
c5be955659903955165e6bdc934ec72e04ae50d5
'2012-02-10T10:14:15-05:00'
describe
'81094' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVY' 'sip-files00105.pro'
97daff7feb0f094745dc0e5b99844db6
9e17eb0b68b26ecdc3f1f151a8b09c3686fb9388
'2012-02-10T10:27:59-05:00'
describe
'166750' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCVZ' 'sip-files00105.QC.jpg'
b889b08500ab4916d3c349c820e85352
2a90d82fe033ebf1e5cf8505ec5b58a11e74e0de
'2012-02-10T10:35:25-05:00'
describe
'5704404' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWA' 'sip-files00105.tif'
b2ed35d3ad0ef20da5e2c6e18dc2a908
a603c50eeb693c1e2d422d9ebf2b81dfda8d22c4
'2012-02-10T10:32:36-05:00'
describe
'3424' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWB' 'sip-files00105.txt'
8c4c34e1966ee713b384cc926f2f924b
a49db2b576a7d6404fa177bc1e2cb68cd679f921
describe
Invalid character
'52623' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWC' 'sip-files00105thm.jpg'
a80a2cf85d53fc380958689941a4d93c
023cf2ee0bf46ead920618caec021540d2e41300
'2012-02-10T10:36:36-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWD' 'sip-files00106.jp2'
48301ef8c9645fe3d2e5d74bf0e86d2f
a2099084a51b8dcf75d58c74fd96b52b08abdff2
'2012-02-10T10:20:02-05:00'
describe
'512288' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWE' 'sip-files00106.jpg'
9eeff087c42a8c8dbb1e616a793ed360
e65ffc870383a5e4e32f693427e29f62698c2229
'2012-02-10T10:28:14-05:00'
describe
'108593' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWF' 'sip-files00106.pro'
59aff3dbf7e6ed26e75894468a5cdc8f
8e5cde3ba359fbb4860cc7485b444403e5a9ef96
describe
'159108' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWG' 'sip-files00106.QC.jpg'
007c5084d920caa494d96eaa1c302e37
43247fd37a70168a818e0287d846ca8265c81563
describe
'5704336' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWH' 'sip-files00106.tif'
e3e60b99cb8d4922f07b83be0e3fb3d2
a8248c9dd2a76b5920cac71db1205fd56715e60e
'2012-02-10T10:13:24-05:00'
describe
'4584' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWI' 'sip-files00106.txt'
e932629941d9d04b58996d12c0b08c07
58b64ea177bda2497d271182a1aa76dcaf354a65
'2012-02-10T10:35:17-05:00'
describe
'51311' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWJ' 'sip-files00106thm.jpg'
4521cd1a761a28a49a93c5e42e12cbf8
1808aeee5d9f62828b2c63b4582e8438a17832ef
describe
'711250' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWK' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
7c2d3ddd436f24b1d62107aa74739237
73de42b35f5c01fbe0c555c7d08252dd2ea6405d
'2012-02-10T10:15:47-05:00'
describe
'531082' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWL' 'sip-files00107.jpg'
d71d54f832a737dba279cce2f29dfefe
f6d16a8d63a98293c21b70458232423686393741
describe
'95680' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWM' 'sip-files00107.pro'
61c41e3be1b22a76f8a79cc09ef21905
db6215c6bbdc7bd46e76197031fb2c58dfc51057
'2012-02-10T10:20:11-05:00'
describe
'160052' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWN' 'sip-files00107.QC.jpg'
85d1c266294246e4b639c22949759cdc
1ecba7e1521c5159be6b86c9f156545e2776e9d6
'2012-02-10T10:28:00-05:00'
describe
'5704280' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWO' 'sip-files00107.tif'
095ff92662a18e33b5bda55a1080e249
a90d143c24fd51b41783a5d941c020a730ce9968
describe
'3939' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWP' 'sip-files00107.txt'
fd8cc920204c711d12e1c6bfde653438
d731470b15325a4891c9ad3751365f98a5cd083c
describe
'50686' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWQ' 'sip-files00107thm.jpg'
43b1e1b5ec2121004f5385f070d9ba22
9d012d5db4c2e2c8f1ee08433f73238b87c3ea66
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWR' 'sip-files00108.jp2'
16368636d47e73271d67f078c157ef99
13b825f440801d3bd9cae60365a04349dbe16602
'2012-02-10T10:18:23-05:00'
describe
'534906' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWS' 'sip-files00108.jpg'
d3554b3d305d30733fe8257b26a51c4e
179e8f41754c48bfeafa461dde07619904c808c5
describe
'116514' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWT' 'sip-files00108.pro'
d15656841d07eaa113f5b7ebccf19bb5
4b53ea00d0d94d86ebfdd4bfad8bb40a851d37aa
describe
'166133' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWU' 'sip-files00108.QC.jpg'
375baafadbd5ec712a2958f47e17855e
5fdabd5a355bcd425f7fe67227dee6b1546597b8
describe
'5704384' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWV' 'sip-files00108.tif'
6fb06d68b2397ee688464de62dc6b7ed
92b851677c0d7516b320ad7bdbe41aeb3814ffe8
'2012-02-10T10:20:55-05:00'
describe
'4876' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWW' 'sip-files00108.txt'
2f26dd888e2d362651270288e83c4353
542a7bee9db0f7d426657fd4e7172a47935f2385
'2012-02-10T10:28:22-05:00'
describe
'51602' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWX' 'sip-files00108thm.jpg'
c6b3348051b3c90bdd7215b5613d4db7
ef7f82d61912f8a3864ff8b8f625ba6ffc188fdf
'2012-02-10T10:15:37-05:00'
describe
'711266' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWY' 'sip-files00109.jp2'
58dae72031bda4cd0ac42be7fb0452c6
0da6f378f8d44939c124cf49791047baa2227a57
describe
'531063' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCWZ' 'sip-files00109.jpg'
10ba8c7d87ca0029ad3c49ebb10c3dbb
2e4b2365e9df3c044340ac30bccd6c6849d6dbb5
'2012-02-10T10:35:10-05:00'
describe
'80038' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXA' 'sip-files00109.pro'
10b5656ddda28f55ddde89eea1737506
61317b29e4d2ce9ae789d85542b185916ad66525
'2012-02-10T10:13:48-05:00'
describe
'161373' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXB' 'sip-files00109.QC.jpg'
cd84578f629df0caa35e90897ebb46ff
4d25581a2e44f687e3ea1b4d9c87906c8c9e33a2
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXC' 'sip-files00109.tif'
033747f32a5dcfc2b742407778ec0da2
356f027d05bb9381b2df252ee786162f7eb1b905
'2012-02-10T10:23:55-05:00'
describe
'3322' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXD' 'sip-files00109.txt'
4c451f7e8aa0a9204bcc5c32feaa0c13
55059d0b3dbe5907d783679a3836ebfdd1c10cff
'2012-02-10T10:29:12-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'51377' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXE' 'sip-files00109thm.jpg'
cee7e44b948de714a264d640c5f859c2
f4a0124e397166026ce0f59438f24e1720d642cb
'2012-02-10T10:12:55-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXF' 'sip-files00110.jp2'
fe94d1c66661a6484c377b8d063cca5c
c7a7be04442111f397c356e64e853e909191c2ca
'2012-02-10T10:35:47-05:00'
describe
'485748' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXG' 'sip-files00110.jpg'
7f552596ea17aba0c03e5e0f28b7be87
31d4856cceb06918360f64457d4ef2f1b1f865ae
'2012-02-10T10:19:27-05:00'
describe
'106651' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXH' 'sip-files00110.pro'
0374a87d8a353e150563e9aae9c04757
45975302dbbc471e9c7cc427575f20c11a01fc52
'2012-02-10T10:13:17-05:00'
describe
'150315' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXI' 'sip-files00110.QC.jpg'
4858f5b16d93617c29e7fbcad16096af
1cfb8f00e9e0f0e5c24ab9d30936c5b222e691a2
'2012-02-10T10:30:35-05:00'
describe
'5703524' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXJ' 'sip-files00110.tif'
c4788c46cc6e7fdadc32b96baa56d8db
9083ddaa4e2f7cc744acf27854ee56abb6b4846a
'2012-02-10T10:24:58-05:00'
describe
'4538' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXK' 'sip-files00110.txt'
d2f6d0d38a034392495a80633e9d34b2
3641b78e4b23f3ddd419fcab44ff7dcbd328acc5
'2012-02-10T10:30:13-05:00'
describe
'49150' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXL' 'sip-files00110thm.jpg'
270b45cc1fd40d7f2c762b91e0e7f1d4
a6e0760fce6af56637904591d37c5c78ba13ed74
describe
'710989' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXM' 'sip-files00111.jp2'
75831242d610884cd9719b7884f70394
48b2ec6b8c4087342230683fb1652aa7f15095b1
describe
'483659' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXN' 'sip-files00111.jpg'
d733922f643f12ac4e8bac70fae66d20
a20ced3cba15eaa554728027a5aa24da4ffa8308
describe
'56544' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXO' 'sip-files00111.pro'
bdf0ce4d7308af610d9e233e9de39f74
0507d6691867f6196813f259eb5229a495995db5
describe
'149423' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXP' 'sip-files00111.QC.jpg'
074445924522be6934fcae9cc32d8d88
aadf7961132e8ef396cfa94e65d58fa600c721a1
'2012-02-10T10:30:02-05:00'
describe
'5703512' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXQ' 'sip-files00111.tif'
3f421743008a70ad4e9c7e6d7e8b8f99
c29e73e3e846bc02ac9572469c0464ffc60b69b9
'2012-02-10T10:21:50-05:00'
describe
'2385' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXR' 'sip-files00111.txt'
8177cf0f2911a222bc6a8ff7e80627d7
8d9738cfaa33aae0d7622d6754392e38f016f4a8
'2012-02-10T10:20:37-05:00'
describe
'48727' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXS' 'sip-files00111thm.jpg'
5a6d2a8edea555878ba5941766e2ebe0
a9c136bd03441ff41d1e5056692138516be40c9a
'2012-02-10T10:32:27-05:00'
describe
'711288' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXT' 'sip-files00112.jp2'
58a2c8a4e5eb212794b8f30c8f6d12d2
18fe8e83c9525258936b839a127e9b2695e1108f
'2012-02-10T10:33:10-05:00'
describe
'529943' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXU' 'sip-files00112.jpg'
b6f7d6a79e8e091be5362147593c3c70
f331667623722b4a6555e702d1f44998bba2adeb
describe
'120132' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXV' 'sip-files00112.pro'
72253c33002956a77b7b10ca8c553502
d2002d225bcf3442c36ece250542600d59587a89
'2012-02-10T10:12:02-05:00'
describe
'161574' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXW' 'sip-files00112.QC.jpg'
efb394b719582b4de2d7f406cdd864fe
389fdcd7613ca66fade05a1af8f61288df3d655f
describe
'5704140' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXX' 'sip-files00112.tif'
eeea1a7d9d370fd19ba729c39f9206d6
d27ca9ab8dbf028b85e3f2fabe19589eec3ea5ef
'2012-02-10T10:16:09-05:00'
describe
'4919' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXY' 'sip-files00112.txt'
21d118d8d20704aa0bff998793777782
8c7c85b8c2b78f9ebf3149556f4830eaba52fcb3
'2012-02-10T10:22:55-05:00'
describe
'49979' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCXZ' 'sip-files00112thm.jpg'
20bfab5b4dfa93e6abe1ccf70e413e7a
20d1efaa07cb7d0002d34e0fd89d0d43ae079f46
'2012-02-10T10:30:06-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYA' 'sip-files00113.jp2'
5533a41493f4ecb9c914312c208b47f3
b2696bddcafbb39e6d74a97d6c423b36a589a9d6
'2012-02-10T10:16:47-05:00'
describe
'526782' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYB' 'sip-files00113.jpg'
80a9bfd7e663969928097ef92cf956cb
167b9178c82a64354345c29c0678b171aef461e7
describe
'113384' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYC' 'sip-files00113.pro'
1cf21dc7ea0059ad2544a613ddf681a8
284e6e1f2dd5d2e49725f6f0aa793a7e4a9fc0a9
'2012-02-10T10:11:44-05:00'
describe
'163418' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYD' 'sip-files00113.QC.jpg'
9a567c0c7196cb71e5dadb924cc3d788
b47667714d350c7c598c7f750ed54fcb5d830682
describe
'5704252' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYE' 'sip-files00113.tif'
0f2b269c921c7d88183badfb4cb2c28d
772a0a6d25ae7d549d747f4b285623248cb5916e
'2012-02-10T10:33:32-05:00'
describe
'4755' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYF' 'sip-files00113.txt'
63f8f26feb83cc988eb41a72e9b7fe5e
29366765fe8193fbfd6969d952e1d86cb0e687b4
describe
'51840' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYG' 'sip-files00113thm.jpg'
18aed82f4a5d2253b4fef0c7043cd078
8b94b6427f7494da2ed06833620850079145a147
describe
'711255' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYH' 'sip-files00114.jp2'
37fe7763562a6a63074bcb75c76f4f51
215d4e77f41654f76f3f1cad1035afac1dcb52f9
'2012-02-10T10:16:25-05:00'
describe
'526073' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYI' 'sip-files00114.jpg'
14814e9742dcb9da26244f40dfd9be0f
8e664499cca7cea70578b5f5198113608e98782b
describe
'115181' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYJ' 'sip-files00114.pro'
24c4d8441d4a8eea12809c1e91fbd859
893683d5c204b0860475c0eb35a7e7d2c546075b
'2012-02-10T10:35:07-05:00'
describe
'163785' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYK' 'sip-files00114.QC.jpg'
61a7bab3aab99a14ace233692d8fd9f9
04e02be670bd42b5b71865cfc54ec763770ae6e9
'2012-02-10T10:31:03-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYL' 'sip-files00114.tif'
b6ff286dc8335c0fd149b1b84483b7c9
3e7c46117d27f85e740e8673d0a7d6d66b77ced2
describe
'4746' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYM' 'sip-files00114.txt'
eab2024c73097db45cc852b8ffe4d19d
11eac4128b478d3ff57782865072634851ef4c55
'2012-02-10T10:31:48-05:00'
describe
'51853' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYN' 'sip-files00114thm.jpg'
944c9febafa8cbab9b8a39092222f6b3
671956532fd11501232c9266ba3ddd37643fa227
'2012-02-10T10:25:12-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYO' 'sip-files00115.jp2'
68260168b10ef4a1825266eda148984b
5a3d721aa8a2c6eba9071930ec721f1a587ab72d
describe
'561522' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYP' 'sip-files00115.jpg'
decc59b4eb9cff910906e5f89fe35144
90056c29ba555669165621841362fd1dcebc429c
'2012-02-10T10:25:07-05:00'
describe
'104513' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYQ' 'sip-files00115.pro'
6a9206337078061648b20cf295e865c6
f71170608d82409099f3b1157df85de890b7d4f3
'2012-02-10T10:28:43-05:00'
describe
'171521' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYR' 'sip-files00115.QC.jpg'
1c0cb2616bf26d34539dd5654dc3a5a6
b891f0be02be181539859457c70d4c0db095158d
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYS' 'sip-files00115.tif'
cde8df304a0f808cbf57ceeb73e11242
ea51ef5e4a4680526a8ce5a71bb047294d063650
'2012-02-10T10:27:42-05:00'
describe
'4424' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYT' 'sip-files00115.txt'
b5c9f5eaf916c4e8e240938b2de7d751
2e40d0e46b7ea51e0201e271fb4e79521c511496
'2012-02-10T10:20:13-05:00'
describe
'53812' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYU' 'sip-files00115thm.jpg'
0bdd8e2ea2524834f2dfe4cd092f1b25
fc519c71f55436c664673554979c60d09c36b866
'2012-02-10T10:34:05-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYV' 'sip-files00116.jp2'
6dd4a7d4c09f244dfd18b8761d68219f
4ec0bf9297f5f81e3326c7af1293bd588c381af3
'2012-02-10T10:10:42-05:00'
describe
'530131' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYW' 'sip-files00116.jpg'
0b16a67c626b959e8973446e6ad674c0
0ea26c89d86881e2626503edc6db73c069d1f7c4
'2012-02-10T10:30:52-05:00'
describe
'118319' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYX' 'sip-files00116.pro'
2373266442bb686edc8f6b3432f5792c
1fb2f3ad7c071e35d753813631f9120d53c0fb70
'2012-02-10T10:15:05-05:00'
describe
'164620' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYY' 'sip-files00116.QC.jpg'
02c9de78f7ae8fe2d0f2348a55f4bbd6
dee9b1287db79964c720e846c3808924fa58e5d6
'2012-02-10T10:12:05-05:00'
describe
'5704528' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCYZ' 'sip-files00116.tif'
6a7ad9fc7c36399574d358ffcb517581
7f916b93f8c0f0a29da776b7f33f316ea046e777
'2012-02-10T10:32:06-05:00'
describe
'4909' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZA' 'sip-files00116.txt'
2e358bf4b4349fadcde69d8104c6e160
87f9e808c37aafd36c2d62642393453f5a5e42c1
'2012-02-10T10:30:39-05:00'
describe
'51535' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZB' 'sip-files00116thm.jpg'
a5300cd603e98a344583931a8e5cf54b
b32d5b3b225fe83e08133d94a6e071743494481f
'2012-02-10T10:13:58-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZC' 'sip-files00117.jp2'
6610d6a75fa48d5480dd7bd3e0256dcd
61f09ac1cdeb24d79722353a14062ad7027b80c9
'2012-02-10T10:22:39-05:00'
describe
'460607' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZD' 'sip-files00117.jpg'
f4703f710b89dd28c298981d6427c78a
e620a3f1ccf9255253c75520da2664c6ce732a42
'2012-02-10T10:35:29-05:00'
describe
'77707' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZE' 'sip-files00117.pro'
98256bda1e5020f1ed1b681759065681
396690ad35bc1457f520301bdf53a9bb51cb622c
'2012-02-10T10:19:28-05:00'
describe
'139717' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZF' 'sip-files00117.QC.jpg'
480c59f1e9db1833875930b8c506fc0a
40cdbfb6a4fad8e83c9c32b3c72ea7ddb1721c04
describe
'5703316' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZG' 'sip-files00117.tif'
1db67e418559f393f9aeade7aaf01779
d0949cc3fb2bebfed92e921b9eea4facd32c28da
'2012-02-10T10:19:56-05:00'
describe
'3231' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZH' 'sip-files00117.txt'
60a68a57d0a1c3b01333529b48b64196
0fcb899abb107ba2d32339563c4dc23e8011202d
'2012-02-10T10:29:05-05:00'
describe
'45248' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZI' 'sip-files00117thm.jpg'
67c5bf120f463be8d6937acba7ac2196
6139314066478216b2dd13b5dc180295304de31c
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZJ' 'sip-files00118.jp2'
b7946f59b9b2d25a137e0d33d05aa67a
cc8d8def4bc2bc3f94b723e240135c1fa15e8a2c
'2012-02-10T10:25:30-05:00'
describe
'456179' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZK' 'sip-files00118.jpg'
716f0c191bc1dbaea568e6409c701cee
242a552d909956698f93deff07dbafd9fe144b0a
'2012-02-10T10:35:49-05:00'
describe
'95314' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZL' 'sip-files00118.pro'
b0b139defcbd70b53b432cc12cf2ff8e
5a4becb6cb07b91168a1e5f0dbf7984c3a825ec4
'2012-02-10T10:32:13-05:00'
describe
'140453' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZM' 'sip-files00118.QC.jpg'
29d88287a8e949da3b7a582ddc392623
f6474df63dfa229e6f8b4df3897c26030d566bb8
'2012-02-10T10:32:40-05:00'
describe
'5703136' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZN' 'sip-files00118.tif'
ec08c9ab3faac50d7c08be52f12b953e
5607575f4ee5372f998f69a54c6df681cf574ef1
'2012-02-10T10:18:47-05:00'
describe
'3964' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZO' 'sip-files00118.txt'
60b0ad7a0367b567c13a0d40b10fa769
da443e8a1f774de646273268e800fe77ab29a5c0
'2012-02-10T10:32:50-05:00'
describe
'45877' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZP' 'sip-files00118thm.jpg'
214d7abe93463a23b67e8e0740c4adc0
04ecbf685faf66a54406020f5a306b1e1f7324fa
'2012-02-10T10:35:03-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZQ' 'sip-files00119.jp2'
3da7af0839a222e1f709a2593303df6c
e876c22309317894bd8ae5998e006d9fe273258f
'2012-02-10T10:32:25-05:00'
describe
'499868' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZR' 'sip-files00119.jpg'
2f5ebe8111156dc1112dc5032951472f
a4f589ead0b22879e76c534dc23dfe5bd9100d84
'2012-02-10T10:26:43-05:00'
describe
'95713' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZS' 'sip-files00119.pro'
597ce93142302f937808c2b9a0b7b123
56cabb4daf85194c62a04fbd11f0af1a592cfaf5
'2012-02-10T10:16:41-05:00'
describe
'157851' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZT' 'sip-files00119.QC.jpg'
80eb5224e15e7bfeeab408f8fc3cd74c
3025d2246fe4dc6faee131a2f7fe26549967096a
'2012-02-10T10:28:18-05:00'
describe
'5704396' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZU' 'sip-files00119.tif'
04277e124ba7145e1f6373da5c0bd09b
440dde4c6e6c628ee910f4b756403d9cc59ec7a2
'2012-02-10T10:19:30-05:00'
describe
'4006' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZV' 'sip-files00119.txt'
ebbc4a45f8dfec03e10540bf57aec2e1
504f3aab9f114706e3732b1d93c96eb1ec6e93d9
'2012-02-10T10:27:41-05:00'
describe
'51196' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZW' 'sip-files00119thm.jpg'
5126e8308000ce952c33343568699352
b7c505539d88bc3524e4eddd93dccf334d84deb4
'2012-02-10T10:35:32-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZX' 'sip-files00120.jp2'
efd8c93fc548786b879a7607de36eee2
10387959bbb3b478614f61ad44b828b566260ce6
describe
'525575' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZY' 'sip-files00120.jpg'
2c9fda45f3f85d6953dd65461106032e
e9dc5f945deee65650e92e0ec2b994a970f492f5
describe
'117785' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADCZZ' 'sip-files00120.pro'
5ea5d3b591328908dd93fd5c21f616bb
89a1110e07b52b4277d2cca439d7cccd5b2e9e7f
'2012-02-10T10:32:26-05:00'
describe
'165404' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAA' 'sip-files00120.QC.jpg'
4d6f89d4d1e075fac9e29e033b416347
4bedeb5436dc53c5ef6242e5de97bd37c054ea59
'2012-02-10T10:32:37-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAB' 'sip-files00120.tif'
bb0510426ae384d6e71f1419f10bddfc
d4b749679e7cb4bbc7498faab25139825cb6c860
'2012-02-10T10:27:40-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAC' 'sip-files00120.txt'
735e277b4732d00adb16f4c94c3ae7cc
8626d4026ad231a213294df416f8f3c39d158b8f
'2012-02-10T10:35:48-05:00'
describe
'52664' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAD' 'sip-files00120thm.jpg'
ddf8aff1c2d629b9add0ca74f9586fea
08a12f86d0746603c0716a80400ca7a3d48ecb9c
'2012-02-10T10:28:26-05:00'
describe
'711159' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAE' 'sip-files00121.jp2'
15e6b6d3372e8447fd68338b18404c37
6abd7b8ff92bb5a171f4bee9d2b43a9897d2b53a
'2012-02-10T10:17:21-05:00'
describe
'556095' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAF' 'sip-files00121.jpg'
491db60cc3ad41c0b453478f6b9e864c
8e85f0d65cac9dfd55e50cfa7b9e78913c176c77
'2012-02-10T10:24:56-05:00'
describe
'63917' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAG' 'sip-files00121.pro'
ac2595ab9bb8763da3df5137a81f035b
6c77c3160bcb62e09404886e485a0e0cc065f415
'2012-02-10T10:17:14-05:00'
describe
'167532' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAH' 'sip-files00121.QC.jpg'
3d20bec699e59ead9a210ffad9115806
9a603c1ab3a04ae557f95c0f6072ccbf07ee607f
describe
'5704880' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAI' 'sip-files00121.tif'
ac89219226e6e250a2f755a2ee8c6fe7
fa9d826ad07257abdf3c0f6790a9fa6157998a91
'2012-02-10T10:31:40-05:00'
describe
'2683' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAJ' 'sip-files00121.txt'
108b252aafd529c873a8f86a1864907a
b283d1a070b34e62d17568698c10fd55de249ba3
describe
'53205' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAK' 'sip-files00121thm.jpg'
b687b26f82d4c0f3fb0ad1a947622d50
f3efef0b18d5d3500230003bf3d9c712971dde7d
'2012-02-10T10:14:53-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAL' 'sip-files00122.jp2'
f4842d82eeb59f8a1a57e6beaadf7075
2fbfce71d7431781b278b1d0ba933494e9cf9d4e
'2012-02-10T10:16:29-05:00'
describe
'524747' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAM' 'sip-files00122.jpg'
d30c79fcf6df6c8c794301ffd1db8dee
5eb2ddc97b6e0d1a4df9649f4d70c3053b8ddaa8
'2012-02-10T10:34:57-05:00'
describe
'118362' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAN' 'sip-files00122.pro'
09ea29da0604eab8e92876def1858f29
5d301cebbd904a5931e8204398b8a25761cb5bb1
describe
'161712' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAO' 'sip-files00122.QC.jpg'
e6e62493bed8006b8a26bb5aba053df6
6bb383b37547a63573b7f0bedff1e1d2ade1603b
describe
'5703992' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAP' 'sip-files00122.tif'
2c4983461d58cc55c31deffee4631484
d875dc6b46d62a520fb74bd81de2e42dc50f5e91
'2012-02-10T10:17:36-05:00'
describe
'4836' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAQ' 'sip-files00122.txt'
76063f8570996357289a28a5b15a22f8
b574ece249e69b4587f81b6d4bbb5516eaa43543
'2012-02-10T10:10:46-05:00'
describe
'50191' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAR' 'sip-files00122thm.jpg'
4b39d11b2ebf3234d23f1d90727c476a
93fdd89b74a982fd50ea1d7d28ec425e47485e7b
describe
'711278' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAS' 'sip-files00123.jp2'
1ce3b89214b07b404598affa39a33d10
a51faa24649d257a66b71508a677bf6c7689b55e
'2012-02-10T10:11:05-05:00'
describe
'477091' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAT' 'sip-files00123.jpg'
af8709e31d665d7179f5f1fa030e17c7
bbfa536144e076abb1f0d99b8f3986756fa680ac
'2012-02-10T10:25:20-05:00'
describe
'79138' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAU' 'sip-files00123.pro'
bd15e0a5d1f688bed29a33df1b295f7e
7b998554cfd9d8b8c64270490e538eb3629a3d42
describe
'149927' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAV' 'sip-files00123.QC.jpg'
33deb18592e6dd74915f12dfa076f157
ba34738bde9a0e263fab5dbdd53e7455f0d7d5f2
'2012-02-10T10:15:36-05:00'
describe
'5703888' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAW' 'sip-files00123.tif'
30dfbc80e545581430de9758cc3ac3f0
e940eb16d9ba5ab6bef8aec8b84b55360bc24925
'2012-02-10T10:34:06-05:00'
describe
'3301' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAX' 'sip-files00123.txt'
f4579543058962d5a5466ee440338dff
d19c0f3a9109827019eb51d4a538b2b26caa3ed2
describe
'48912' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAY' 'sip-files00123thm.jpg'
627404423d16575aae0c4272061b2f4e
80de41d3c5cbe3fba57e3c4459f2ed823020f0f4
'2012-02-10T10:25:28-05:00'
describe
'711246' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDAZ' 'sip-files00124.jp2'
163bb5057f5eb2a7d0c648b68dbd0e9e
0599fd1c7f0c5732f2a4b7dc448dd964a266dd02
describe
'294096' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBA' 'sip-files00124.jpg'
fdd37aaaafe9cff7fd52978b192053c7
c9e7542d3e7589dbb9e15d7f7c0f67c67efd76c8
describe
'53077' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBB' 'sip-files00124.pro'
2f9d98ae0721aab1182b24d66965b357
60d04c77df3d37dea187c4cad10efb5de619583b
describe
'94236' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBC' 'sip-files00124.QC.jpg'
813e8bf640b9dd1fee297d91412eba81
a2329fb4a7b1078762929adf2f6996d6e707451f
describe
'5701596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBD' 'sip-files00124.tif'
37309ff2ec385a8680dc4a13eb060ac7
2effa975773938f0d8d4653f8f268bd8bceeb8d1
'2012-02-10T10:26:03-05:00'
describe
'2213' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBE' 'sip-files00124.txt'
816eaf646c3c598ab06d2d9ad584202b
eb32d7728c0f03cd26cbb9fb239c4eeb38a1eb80
describe
'32923' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBF' 'sip-files00124thm.jpg'
8840505d72699902b368b383deacc36d
14cb172cbebf38228aff8de1570023a54099d41e
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBG' 'sip-files00125.jp2'
7fe9782b71e17153fa8295e4f4356b53
a0c25436a93e13fbb531180386defe2566b76a19
'2012-02-10T10:35:08-05:00'
describe
'467932' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBH' 'sip-files00125.jpg'
32da625b473e6089881918aeb5ddfd7f
074f8fa87757d94c741228e115b255e90624f1e0
'2012-02-10T10:17:11-05:00'
describe
'82812' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBI' 'sip-files00125.pro'
5f1f5e2d7e684674d572cfd3e878bf25
4d5b80182bb3505a86d1950899f0f121e6aaf5d6
'2012-02-10T10:22:05-05:00'
describe
'143440' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBJ' 'sip-files00125.QC.jpg'
0e40f60d33b407956d1d9da3925214af
2b0226fdd926c77fa3af1c5e7a3a5f8e4ad0a14e
'2012-02-10T10:20:50-05:00'
describe
'5703360' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBK' 'sip-files00125.tif'
f1f57dc4d65712af94f97897694bf100
d54abf91efad59910e4397e7bf3576d8748d0ada
describe
'3498' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBL' 'sip-files00125.txt'
a1012d364c998698d0d5d2b8f7014f50
60d17fbafe24595420ddc1fffc62a5022f39c1c8
'2012-02-10T10:23:39-05:00'
describe
'46201' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBM' 'sip-files00125thm.jpg'
95583307244be6a3e0f58c36157971d4
239dd330730a2d676e76c4462e3fd1e4f4dfb9ca
describe
'711224' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBN' 'sip-files00126.jp2'
9d6388e43719675a666eaf5e9749fcfe
928da1bc23ce023a9b848a663242b5f0c2b80435
'2012-02-10T10:29:31-05:00'
describe
'557157' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBO' 'sip-files00126.jpg'
8f81aeb87c43f774a217acf07636d01d
5c62eb1dec76b9c84e1e09c251bd83f2cfab5d51
'2012-02-10T10:14:00-05:00'
describe
'123565' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBP' 'sip-files00126.pro'
74d9a0ae36ecd300d7996931cffe8bb7
821285e5c8435ca737ce613d530588908ba6c3bf
describe
'168753' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBQ' 'sip-files00126.QC.jpg'
0a84c2673cf8f43956e3ee43cd3ce97f
b179aa3ecaf0b4ecdb3ddcffa750a164e969f3a0
'2012-02-10T10:11:13-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBR' 'sip-files00126.tif'
c4c901898191ef498b3b109d5cc3efb4
4f8ea089eb4501aa749daa97b9f7bc3fc8d43269
'2012-02-10T10:30:25-05:00'
describe
'5028' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBS' 'sip-files00126.txt'
fec2f281c3820b004d9fbc2491945d6b
3c9597444bad3df0c789fa9cd91032426584cc46
describe
'52028' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBT' 'sip-files00126thm.jpg'
56c214c349aea2423b39ef7c32fc34e8
abc74af72ee081a0814a797bc6fa8574a981dc79
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBU' 'sip-files00127.jp2'
deba3de7145af68eddf6440d300e4f1c
06c9c8476e4963c6655cd281befbe6a731aea9e1
'2012-02-10T10:19:53-05:00'
describe
'463958' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBV' 'sip-files00127.jpg'
fab23b5c7c5f090ed4dd11be0aaaf2f6
07ce77fdaf0cb3541aac39ec79952defdd9e163f
'2012-02-10T10:32:59-05:00'
describe
'97803' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBW' 'sip-files00127.pro'
8796f14b112c978c071102b9409d1bdb
7c3414bcf823134d96a2319257ab7b2a91d6201c
describe
'146683' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBX' 'sip-files00127.QC.jpg'
b00c6eb18063bc53567613993b5b3214
10055bb2fba6bdd2ca75e731357787644811c6ea
describe
'5703844' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBY' 'sip-files00127.tif'
0257d8d63eb3eb76c944ba9f4fb43e6b
4220e66a0fe5c9100d8ec635c76742846b39db15
'2012-02-10T10:36:15-05:00'
describe
'4274' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDBZ' 'sip-files00127.txt'
9b1346111fd8c5da00f1401e0c7dcba6
0ffb942fa4f269e1241ea3bb5d89a60daf261eab
'2012-02-10T10:36:11-05:00'
describe
'47941' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCA' 'sip-files00127thm.jpg'
936302b5522d7cb5827ce86ed0b47791
5043a48b699dc462f2d15733a79cb0bbae4bc737
describe
'710880' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCB' 'sip-files00128.jp2'
90087577bc2fcaed0c9f709293f7c009
3e8b5b3d994a79fb00ec9e448e5a8a90c5e7e3e2
'2012-02-10T10:25:02-05:00'
describe
'521868' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCC' 'sip-files00128.jpg'
70094cc8a9070db930953b039e9f068d
5e17ad3a1022aba47135de2c4448fe3b62918d59
'2012-02-10T10:17:08-05:00'
describe
'56472' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCD' 'sip-files00128.pro'
415eb21442c77d73a9e86ae36b07e071
35c14cdad2eaed7f17f879ca818e26cb254e3e65
'2012-02-10T10:11:18-05:00'
describe
'157526' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCE' 'sip-files00128.QC.jpg'
e29a2da1cfcef0480c61b3c7a4065a5a
272d2f8c96f220d0bd153d501d6d551c744a8887
describe
'5705000' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCF' 'sip-files00128.tif'
d53e18be239dbef8d69937723d60a7f3
1420f27efc2a27b7640b2bbc94eb4b7bb7716e47
'2012-02-10T10:22:44-05:00'
describe
'2322' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCG' 'sip-files00128.txt'
bfb27e3e3ab9118afac4c985105ba9dc
0cd8b1732d291d294757cf259db72eed8706ffca
'2012-02-10T10:25:46-05:00'
describe
'52289' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCH' 'sip-files00128thm.jpg'
bbd8ef552dafd3ed45598fe82d793cf6
5b9a90dfd4671c13036045e9a0446346e7e2762e
'2012-02-10T10:22:21-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCI' 'sip-files00129.jp2'
48ead3c79d7f052aed7535e3f93056fb
325ce3d9a9361c47241fdb88636ffb3de7eca7a2
'2012-02-10T10:17:04-05:00'
describe
'533412' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCJ' 'sip-files00129.jpg'
fe74193e0ec6e2e77686c5c826615cfa
fd3c69568438ed1e82e852dcb69d1a7f8a57de17
describe
'115008' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCK' 'sip-files00129.pro'
72b14fe58d5d909c954c4415e4e0742c
83a9b7acd4d7200381af2271fb326d7107483f1e
'2012-02-10T10:26:28-05:00'
describe
'165583' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCL' 'sip-files00129.QC.jpg'
e2cc9aaafee1f059955cc0c86a727682
d7020c710daf2308c8891fe4d6fe161713b2c0d5
describe
'5704592' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCM' 'sip-files00129.tif'
c95963f883d4fe50c6d44209b81db1f7
3a231052cc8355572c45a14ca0307e44fb97af17
'2012-02-10T10:11:27-05:00'
describe
'4826' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCN' 'sip-files00129.txt'
4445d59991b5374edbcb171b775e8eaa
d94b9b75696cebe25a61b80ba72e4523cfa6dce1
describe
'53252' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCO' 'sip-files00129thm.jpg'
e340bb86d7f5d4cb7babf088c6d3be5b
f6c8aac69fdae61868c4346ef0ef79f981ca5186
'2012-02-10T10:13:09-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCP' 'sip-files00130.jp2'
4928608a98aabcb013080cbdb0738eec
e6cdc8032f5c3d59e01bfb808ca4d71c68ec6d4e
'2012-02-10T10:15:56-05:00'
describe
'481644' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCQ' 'sip-files00130.jpg'
7fbb86eb7952bf6c1fad3a13ad45a72f
382420b127b9a3d8b9d4d9f22640e42f87e3674a
'2012-02-10T10:14:54-05:00'
describe
'78752' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCR' 'sip-files00130.pro'
68cedcba532a416bb2d465b8379944bf
0dd84c72e73cab15beec752ec03c243cd7ace135
describe
'149918' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCS' 'sip-files00130.QC.jpg'
0d22674d0330f568c9e3fe6111f2339f
459348c508009988eef999c2c99025f6a1cf5a4e
'2012-02-10T10:19:11-05:00'
describe
'5703656' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCT' 'sip-files00130.tif'
1cbc5541bb4800828a67787f1a24d4cd
bf56bf8df7c9bda920ce0d945a937b58fd395eeb
describe
'3245' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCU' 'sip-files00130.txt'
7d24faa291c5c6c72792e727e41cd5fd
4517620808613c40583db77dbedae96c80896c0a
'2012-02-10T10:17:22-05:00'
describe
'47980' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCV' 'sip-files00130thm.jpg'
5dfd4fc290982a3e433d1b02299a5a05
b5abb70f6e4eb3f51313ed035fa9ed1cb2a7b8b9
'2012-02-10T10:19:23-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCW' 'sip-files00131.jp2'
6f72fb963fdb000288e88578f632a28d
e57c1047198d50639f7776ed5adc3ffa552ddfa9
'2012-02-10T10:30:03-05:00'
describe
'263661' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCX' 'sip-files00131.jpg'
3c3eb65afb3838132e60df6c794a576a
21fdb18d2fc449f777c7f046b1fe6d98b91e8344
'2012-02-10T10:30:01-05:00'
describe
'39377' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCY' 'sip-files00131.pro'
463568fa074c31069bddefb214eb9653
bccc96486975072d476ed14944b8b5c12db31442
describe
'82316' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDCZ' 'sip-files00131.QC.jpg'
70409b6bd46b56525b05233a88ab6cd7
53adab80c51fdfe99b93adec9a46cfb3a7459685
describe
'5700596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDA' 'sip-files00131.tif'
29202cb63e68a64df01ead4d964ae845
a3c6341aa3c9b2ca4565db48d178bd7d39a290eb
'2012-02-10T10:18:29-05:00'
describe
'1636' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDB' 'sip-files00131.txt'
7c687fcf0a5b1e622f9fd076fef8abf5
d8f8a078cbab0e0122f2c1e918b42941000a6dd2
describe
'28864' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDC' 'sip-files00131thm.jpg'
aa7c6af5eed3551e085d790ed268bd31
96fdc1c0c31a62e4c50d018332438f2bbcd11756
'2012-02-10T10:17:54-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDD' 'sip-files00132.jp2'
d3720ceeeea0d13cd30009e0308b2312
b30a31d33cd893b4a84616b17f8da3c23b814767
describe
'432736' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDE' 'sip-files00132.jpg'
01fd3b3ceab40806b7718d77716b8fd1
f4b929510ebc1199468454967767ebf8988a6960
'2012-02-10T10:34:59-05:00'
describe
'64452' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDF' 'sip-files00132.pro'
1c9f212cd37c9b56a46618e332a8e594
ecccca3dcae864989574fed2f66b988200761d07
'2012-02-10T10:32:05-05:00'
describe
'135043' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDG' 'sip-files00132.QC.jpg'
ced65784863154e21006c1a959aa8a0a
56b6ee08c3f037e68acfe3692b9ce6dea9ef280b
'2012-02-10T10:16:46-05:00'
describe
'5703208' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDH' 'sip-files00132.tif'
0d100b0bb4e8319c5a51bdeba088ce81
83478301c6f71fed3657fb687b36983280e270ac
'2012-02-10T10:14:18-05:00'
describe
'2697' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDI' 'sip-files00132.txt'
8d7b746a5a6a8f785906683791032ea6
399722ad03368ea02afb17519107c4222a3da297
'2012-02-10T10:15:08-05:00'
describe
'44707' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDJ' 'sip-files00132thm.jpg'
514c620d3addc2952c201ca868b55307
b8e5fb6e46205d9148121f48498925d363712149
'2012-02-10T10:29:19-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDK' 'sip-files00133.jp2'
f34eba1e8c2a5efa08a712374e641cc8
1ba5af76b3cd3e01162adf5c3af1a7604d6f351d
'2012-02-10T10:14:31-05:00'
describe
'541566' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDL' 'sip-files00133.jpg'
3b353d081524b817d722e630f128519f
ab7df3f880a85467571823f9a41018bb9dc749ad
describe
'115992' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDM' 'sip-files00133.pro'
802743a6b115d65a79a6bc7e0755487f
c5873215255539179b6e18fa137efdc44bc84c45
'2012-02-10T10:31:12-05:00'
describe
'167755' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDN' 'sip-files00133.QC.jpg'
05662482c00c2355816b81bfc631b77f
5ab998dde24ae6e1d0803f260743ba74ac8178a1
describe
'5704552' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDO' 'sip-files00133.tif'
2bc5091a0b54f2af2fccbf05eb40fe79
956f8dc4e6a5b781700e5b87e0ea11cb3421e902
'2012-02-10T10:14:43-05:00'
describe
'4861' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDP' 'sip-files00133.txt'
d9c5eb643cd3e30fc0bafecc80f52ee9
4d77cc91e0fb93402869b9fa8495cf5705ddf222
describe
'53448' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDQ' 'sip-files00133thm.jpg'
fe8e525ef1f7d770e30ffa0f656fc3cd
fd7808767e7d63f5bee2a7cd08d4ad50e516243c
'2012-02-10T10:15:11-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDR' 'sip-files00134.jp2'
5bb49d5aea00939d3d9a61db3f0eda5d
26a11d79b4b093077703f284d1abbd681a535149
'2012-02-10T10:20:00-05:00'
describe
'481455' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDS' 'sip-files00134.jpg'
2a8225814d7018c6f5faad2476f1ca06
d8542f33b12482a9c66b8c624249fab882ef603c
'2012-02-10T10:25:58-05:00'
describe
'86061' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDT' 'sip-files00134.pro'
de61d74a8fc116162c41aa04d2608a47
8bb5419d2dacd4057e9c4ee061c2668f63374edb
describe
'149876' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDU' 'sip-files00134.QC.jpg'
5ed15707b64bf7041ba6cef77ab91e58
fda4a656bf62eac3519cf517425db2f800f00e57
'2012-02-10T10:21:18-05:00'
describe
'5703828' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDV' 'sip-files00134.tif'
a464a4d351ef31c10728df9b75958682
9a0515a110f1ae94eacbfcd9e660577e397bbc1c
'2012-02-10T10:31:06-05:00'
describe
'3651' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDW' 'sip-files00134.txt'
e060f08195246dc06d43912bafee6b73
a5d8a0e4b9577b8fb10daddf81806f6ac1d7ea85
'2012-02-10T10:22:24-05:00'
describe
'49846' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDX' 'sip-files00134thm.jpg'
6311ce2ca22f42f2463c85a2c86179cf
396523e19fda24ab6f5d7b7d3741ee610f25b514
describe
'711232' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDY' 'sip-files00135.jp2'
18a6146739da565abee1a66ee380fd26
88dad4a6d29288e4a14311ddb5ea236d510cb91d
'2012-02-10T10:25:25-05:00'
describe
'562147' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDDZ' 'sip-files00135.jpg'
492d87888fedfae2d6133f1a50172558
51e2ae063d74c795e235af6c7b36f3b64d81778f
describe
'121142' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEA' 'sip-files00135.pro'
cf201fe892d6bed1c09758d98fd608a4
250f391f598edf0264009f7acb3e99623d4b0d16
'2012-02-10T10:17:17-05:00'
describe
'171245' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEB' 'sip-files00135.QC.jpg'
23725b648dc851df77bc9009e9b153bd
51fea3a63c098d6946b74e21c231b6a2db06b928
describe
'5704708' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEC' 'sip-files00135.tif'
6b6b3b7016d0a4290bd434146f8061c6
0287764cdb9feff0c2f99c46e9f60e6961252807
'2012-02-10T10:11:01-05:00'
describe
'5128' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDED' 'sip-files00135.txt'
7c423463d10078ae56b7bc6372870f48
63f59944924d1fb4c1dae5e60888871541f9172b
'2012-02-10T10:34:21-05:00'
describe
'53971' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEE' 'sip-files00135thm.jpg'
c447be86619e73c50d744801dea72a02
7eec28fb2926a1921c420b4ed545674d92e7dd1f
'2012-02-10T10:16:13-05:00'
describe
'711306' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEF' 'sip-files00136.jp2'
d39ab6526101f8cd223d435a06dd1ae7
3760c2e12a483d0edafb5a70129d065a8061b03b
'2012-02-10T10:11:30-05:00'
describe
'558874' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEG' 'sip-files00136.jpg'
d7890a6e02953fad637e028e57d391ee
77d86a6454ef80d94f6e1d95fed9d993755651e7
'2012-02-10T10:13:26-05:00'
describe
'65943' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEH' 'sip-files00136.pro'
4faa1e921e935d54c78c7ef5c8f889b7
dc691dfbd76a4a1a8132dfefd87e5dd5faff377d
describe
'165330' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEI' 'sip-files00136.QC.jpg'
8f18dda48baa84b577e51548d4cfd56e
90ad6405db4e513e6a2f4cb2705dd8b32022700c
'2012-02-10T10:32:41-05:00'
describe
'5705032' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEJ' 'sip-files00136.tif'
00578429b3ae54868c934ec235e60924
17b7d2953d4a0320fb42143664d6612164290d20
'2012-02-10T10:27:50-05:00'
describe
'2783' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEK' 'sip-files00136.txt'
a29c8f4df6b5dd3b71dcb23dc1bcbbf8
be1851e7bf6fdec1a039e8f56993a9114c9fc423
'2012-02-10T10:29:23-05:00'
describe
'53106' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEL' 'sip-files00136thm.jpg'
026faafd7c1f54ff868833b8459774fc
cf2d46421a12aa987e2b56d90c85c7fcc5d1d586
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEM' 'sip-files00137.jp2'
85dedb97977e9a0a889cdee664e0b01d
cef73ee40e4b717ec433b10930eb1224c2834557
describe
'529313' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEN' 'sip-files00137.jpg'
ce589e9aa9b2e0eeb8e771491d39090d
7c67d1df9a386a3f02df36163d8c8257f24d2482
'2012-02-10T10:12:14-05:00'
describe
'115359' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEO' 'sip-files00137.pro'
2c0edf18b06748a12835dd9509eaa0a5
5b0c10bcdd7af82a8723909d6487833c7d9975e2
describe
'163231' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEP' 'sip-files00137.QC.jpg'
e2a3c1c57126a8c810754d30a1365855
bc8add8d67b2683b2ddf60a58664ad1f179569e7
'2012-02-10T10:30:05-05:00'
describe
'5704212' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEQ' 'sip-files00137.tif'
618a581edc0247e4351b7b618a063047
c50fcc4ff8908471e92b544d7a6c27a74859d7b3
'2012-02-10T10:26:52-05:00'
describe
'4887' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDER' 'sip-files00137.txt'
43b0f43da6ee6c35dfdb7bdf1303e5af
697bcc9e3e6c658d032434e3f3ac83fc9ea73fc2
'2012-02-10T10:30:30-05:00'
describe
'52268' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDES' 'sip-files00137thm.jpg'
8e2f51ba2efab5ebf723b4f21a9ae5d0
1d8decd0a6aeedcd311ab47442406fff00fab784
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDET' 'sip-files00138.jp2'
5c4e4da45123ae14476da1e43f479242
57430b08554a97964d9948b3209547a271863f33
describe
'498567' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEU' 'sip-files00138.jpg'
cb618f2bbf4f6888ceef17d4602bad60
0a51f26c9b6c76516cac413949d6c655154d1f04
'2012-02-10T10:36:00-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEV' 'sip-files00138.pro'
44588d3400a01fa62d4304483f5eff00
7060b657fc16065fa14ac0e62be8d18472a0bcdc
describe
'157794' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEW' 'sip-files00138.QC.jpg'
7499fe76133fdfa8cc577d680ebf1468
c26c7311519c7046265d5d74ce6889ddfe2e50fa
'2012-02-10T10:15:49-05:00'
describe
'5704284' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEX' 'sip-files00138.tif'
ab3a756c2f81129396e5e396b0c4c15b
b86beb927ce0af4289b3111d80e303cac9f1cdb8
'2012-02-10T10:35:20-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEY' 'sip-files00138.txt'
dd74eeaffd4858fb159e65e76d0cb873
acd5aa8519bb010ec36bea5526b61f7998ca5991
describe
'50410' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDEZ' 'sip-files00138thm.jpg'
1724e13ad8be2e7bfc4048f74276ec68
e16fc0aec7fbe1fdb2f586d43d75c373164b6210
'2012-02-10T10:18:05-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFA' 'sip-files00139.jp2'
41d458ee4077f369cee489ab18be1f20
e505b98787aab64d16fd3d0229779a57421ab5af
describe
'529928' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFB' 'sip-files00139.jpg'
03154de3c25adfa75aa16c4df27b0f84
cf99d25239cd91aeff10e497a13a38e812aa0c7c
describe
'111101' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFC' 'sip-files00139.pro'
7e9a0628e70e3635fd5b0a7c73340f3f
a1ab116a61693e6ce4e5b3cbe8b8fb7496135804
describe
'162616' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFD' 'sip-files00139.QC.jpg'
effa365d6c8b2c614ce5df370783c22c
76aaba9ba655905d9c1bf35d78e1fb280843c9ad
'2012-02-10T10:22:06-05:00'
describe
'5704532' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFE' 'sip-files00139.tif'
ec2b6afbb014898b8f9001f1de266a20
810681eaa7c09b6b0f5b8638f557bdcc03e379c7
'2012-02-10T10:17:41-05:00'
describe
'4661' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFF' 'sip-files00139.txt'
cda4e2725b5b1e842c38155f24bb7747
c2f8673a85e7ba09f06ce8cd1b1e60b3d3126c4d
'2012-02-10T10:29:15-05:00'
describe
'51591' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFG' 'sip-files00139thm.jpg'
3d29efc5d7fe5eb0eccdcf354f32e63d
a12fd07d54ca8faddffbcb66e8718be0eec33e52
'2012-02-10T10:36:27-05:00'
describe
'711272' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFH' 'sip-files00140.jp2'
c89755376982b1b02b00819251434fa1
66d8b8a4ed98d12be226b2471c0242c28549d64c
'2012-02-10T10:29:37-05:00'
describe
'439241' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFI' 'sip-files00140.jpg'
cee413a502e02f9327db751d1dcbd8b3
f182b43ade756a4bfc0928e0b4ba7d5b53084328
'2012-02-10T10:33:07-05:00'
describe
'40692' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFJ' 'sip-files00140.pro'
0144320054282ea949ac622ad41dca12
ed206b755364115578d76b21db465939f3f36b94
describe
'131918' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFK' 'sip-files00140.QC.jpg'
daa9e8eae096c0ae68496453f486573c
d666d1bc5a7b0163f149a3386d5a8811aa211d98
'2012-02-10T10:18:56-05:00'
describe
'5702756' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFL' 'sip-files00140.tif'
638edbff070c753b9ce45e1ee3a6206e
8d8c0b0a32f36b5a403ae1e6c3a7c245ce04b104
'2012-02-10T10:21:05-05:00'
describe
'1764' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFM' 'sip-files00140.txt'
e3a3bce87a0d8ddb2bd7d0c5f84c2687
8fa2dd797b1d86742c76dfe84c19bab5ca4fffab
describe
'43882' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFN' 'sip-files00140thm.jpg'
a54fe72435ab6ed86ec1b101bc10218d
e4bf68eec1c7e455a63c341f566f77fcb7a4070c
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFO' 'sip-files00141.jp2'
a2a403e96122d778c35cef74e8a80c1d
7a5f67f0901328bbc78d0106202cbd0da1366019
describe
'492914' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFP' 'sip-files00141.jpg'
d288fbbf7344c2f45eeaac2a2e801fc3
cdf742e6968938c7966963ce6c1e7b9ecd6d83e3
describe
'109103' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFQ' 'sip-files00141.pro'
a9f70f6c48412be9edf626c73b757963
3af990fffb41a11725087db7d33fa7d7122c17e2
'2012-02-10T10:33:04-05:00'
describe
'156673' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFR' 'sip-files00141.QC.jpg'
9eb04f7d287a5868b308f95b3ef243fe
d2975cd766b3d70094b1fc8cb346593588c9e56f
'2012-02-10T10:12:33-05:00'
describe
'5704244' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFS' 'sip-files00141.tif'
34c1d3de564199223d79d1edaf2bdcf3
0f71f7b3c28e44fd9f0cc2ddaa5a9a9874223433
describe
'4580' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFT' 'sip-files00141.txt'
986181507e06014a8f9651d4d45309b0
ed3b2daa615f771a477b897e03b79e3c484ee9f6
'2012-02-10T10:10:53-05:00'
describe
'50992' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFU' 'sip-files00141thm.jpg'
27155fe047716a4012e299f28f1fb640
aa727960232aa412a3fa45ff7bf245e69b50f187
'2012-02-10T10:31:19-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFV' 'sip-files00142.jp2'
693bc343d055683d73fd42b61e335e90
91d9e71150c3dac384bd5f3014c5b8055ffa7cbe
describe
'452269' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFW' 'sip-files00142.jpg'
0a2ec7bf860eb4aed0ac859631a54352
a26a486f71fd4e3da5aec4fdaabd3f2d49b672c3
'2012-02-10T10:31:00-05:00'
describe
'65143' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFX' 'sip-files00142.pro'
397a6144d32b3dd4b52a01f5a4b50c9e
e25fd33797a559b5381c5c3a0ec72000aa6250b0
'2012-02-10T10:22:50-05:00'
describe
'142463' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFY' 'sip-files00142.QC.jpg'
89c7df53c388625d2fbea1a6e865faf7
2cdc92001704c0af329439702f5d81eb9c922175
'2012-02-10T10:21:26-05:00'
describe
'5703720' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDFZ' 'sip-files00142.tif'
b3e0ef81b7e06dcccd9e828b14fb9805
c9aca0d24aa2b73a4c962f03350250632f499c3d
'2012-02-10T10:28:05-05:00'
describe
'2962' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGA' 'sip-files00142.txt'
811ff70c258f21a55acfda9bd282bb85
0e5e84dc04d1177ef72892f064cf59057111a06a
describe
Invalid character
'47984' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGB' 'sip-files00142thm.jpg'
7b22972575b5d9ade59c0e1d2a565d73
ee73afbd5e5f5059ae8595717818a80483c34c08
'2012-02-10T10:35:06-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGC' 'sip-files00143.jp2'
c5e02c557fd7a40c9651b5f6ebe85491
c5f3a5133d41c151f9cd3a754e5bbb8877143d26
'2012-02-10T10:13:37-05:00'
describe
'498051' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGD' 'sip-files00143.jpg'
ab89e397b77dad3b29060bf1ec2e3f91
1914ab8718c46a8899f51c4b5ebdc5986de87d13
describe
'107306' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGE' 'sip-files00143.pro'
da48238e739888846f316a817be888e9
afd67c3a1afe8642cd8785409755a381c4660341
describe
'154850' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGF' 'sip-files00143.QC.jpg'
83b1fa1942df78457a995e01332dddea
1ae4243038faf4b0c0064f1897e9c811b77ce471
'2012-02-10T10:33:41-05:00'
describe
'5703864' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGG' 'sip-files00143.tif'
4dba0498286a6a1ab50ba0e9b47bc0ad
891a10350b5fe1d3a04f905adc6e5a6e6769de2c
'2012-02-10T10:21:57-05:00'
describe
'4524' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGH' 'sip-files00143.txt'
b8f781d231b9ca452d27276b54546e16
88ba70d1cd348848bce7f75fa896f00d808598e1
'2012-02-10T10:12:11-05:00'
describe
'49074' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGI' 'sip-files00143thm.jpg'
46d72215844d5110abe1d7b6e509c21a
b609587acb6ee14a61f7a34ffdf202718fa99964
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGJ' 'sip-files00144.jp2'
2aa11c7ee4c37f931b254f657b6e2901
2d80df48c03e054122786c7f0c50c0f71c667000
describe
'476993' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGK' 'sip-files00144.jpg'
5ec0de934d38048ba3d395e9b1902162
e34109d394350461bc6dfa41089825c74758a107
'2012-02-10T10:21:35-05:00'
describe
'101549' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGL' 'sip-files00144.pro'
78fa915aae2bc5a43b93e2cfb57d1099
6d2747425a1b7a8c0d2fe16576b073f76f88e15b
describe
'147929' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGM' 'sip-files00144.QC.jpg'
13a79cd2db9436dd53a3337df19c1e78
e74f004ad1917b930d3f02e9d78de32072a6f180
'2012-02-10T10:24:27-05:00'
describe
'5703256' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGN' 'sip-files00144.tif'
014b03444c173632bc51e3126783ef08
2b97ff4698725d6c83e2b53d92c6f20337f5d9f7
describe
'4193' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGO' 'sip-files00144.txt'
9befb0ca5f0a9566186c11b3b1f43fab
aa451a188dd31b354dfafa3dfb62d17eb9f4f573
'2012-02-10T10:11:54-05:00'
describe
'46970' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGP' 'sip-files00144thm.jpg'
f31b5fcad13612c91de95c5de17f04de
b27f62b3992d68f23dfae62001dcb0d93a705f85
'2012-02-10T10:22:09-05:00'
describe
'711143' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGQ' 'sip-files00145.jp2'
3abd681dedd9cf3acc9ced07c90c0bcf
9dd57865a2f69ce0729a0b0abb64b74f2be628dc
'2012-02-10T10:29:09-05:00'
describe
'541607' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGR' 'sip-files00145.jpg'
450f18cabdadd71e757c2d5575220396
3da928b4daaf5baf260467a69292a755eca1ee90
'2012-02-10T10:11:51-05:00'
describe
'59798' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGS' 'sip-files00145.pro'
4f4e49f4ad018661a3a4f61d2ec4d062
60226f5bb2ff676735e507b62d25e99c6862a603
describe
'166534' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGT' 'sip-files00145.QC.jpg'
f8ed16928731b883c0f91f8b73c84e01
ca66b70d8fc857ab3e86f9e9a4efdb63dbb39f0a
'2012-02-10T10:30:31-05:00'
describe
'5705320' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGU' 'sip-files00145.tif'
f5f521fa2b725b2664d784cc1c521c9f
fe735e3ba15cf2e6b5c4c37ef0ef7460a59819b2
'2012-02-10T10:23:14-05:00'
describe
'2862' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGV' 'sip-files00145.txt'
2b1958db704b386a83293104a4849427
b0eb5e13487c4667678e1dea2281dbc97bf4a235
'2012-02-10T10:19:13-05:00'
describe
'54364' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGW' 'sip-files00145thm.jpg'
6140545fb94cebfa3cca033634fc9c86
edae48b01fed33a5e6d854f6acbb99f14f50541a
'2012-02-10T10:16:17-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGX' 'sip-files00146.jp2'
b3ad5398a225d772419680889c4a934e
a10ef7852c9d5136d857b3cd1aef65034b0fb1bb
'2012-02-10T10:34:46-05:00'
describe
'535407' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGY' 'sip-files00146.jpg'
2894359c4ec2ef1a5d79f0b9073c4bdd
18cc8de91bf6f21431a948f4037ff8f945674c1e
describe
'115220' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDGZ' 'sip-files00146.pro'
e935ab04de098e806f9404e3f6f2cf90
2bf139857ebd8f3896f55f98bb35dc3c28abb390
'2012-02-10T10:13:25-05:00'
describe
'166749' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHA' 'sip-files00146.QC.jpg'
884ddd9337d6a2dc96392cd0745ae195
92d03de31fffb56d6bb520c01457a57224e69064
describe
'5704460' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHB' 'sip-files00146.tif'
4133a953643d76a1cee77c152659aa3c
6f2f215920882477f1330613b5950dff1f77183a
'2012-02-10T10:34:13-05:00'
describe
'4754' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHC' 'sip-files00146.txt'
bac5f36d885b153f2cb7c351f12cd761
84050480272dd4c97a4a6e1bc3dfa4439e38431c
describe
'53760' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHD' 'sip-files00146thm.jpg'
24f73a916ecc8303334fa880147c16eb
607f6e8e54344cafc3e08a022b13d2df32aff9dc
'2012-02-10T10:22:12-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHE' 'sip-files00147.jp2'
238c369b61760277f69b140e5f3bcb3d
345cd7054b7375eb611478f54b5e886bf3fb6250
'2012-02-10T10:13:51-05:00'
describe
'479503' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHF' 'sip-files00147.jpg'
ba09b58bd1462281793cf402346c37b8
ba4a01a285dc8aad021bd48aee119aca40c7129e
'2012-02-10T10:13:10-05:00'
describe
'78628' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHG' 'sip-files00147.pro'
4a83f88345dd37d2ff075347aee72ec8
fd08868ab0110aaee3ca2059f8a47feae5d7b462
'2012-02-10T10:34:52-05:00'
describe
'147441' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHH' 'sip-files00147.QC.jpg'
a3e4c832a84f92474b3ebf3f8d0e9602
0793796c7a3d7df91671f6a062bf1bd0dbb77bdf
'2012-02-10T10:15:22-05:00'
describe
'5703496' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHI' 'sip-files00147.tif'
90f1544f73264e50725e3c40fcb3b5bf
670cc81ac366e6543f4696978a82ae2990cb8f70
'2012-02-10T10:15:25-05:00'
describe
'3246' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHJ' 'sip-files00147.txt'
4fda522eeff7a69f592187e41cd04b78
dd78057c20291b7c863c1cb630b810cb100bdc1a
describe
'48386' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHK' 'sip-files00147thm.jpg'
d3a3176ffb09db7af1808e0ffb164958
08cd45b2ae1fe45398945d59c58e2d450865447f
'2012-02-10T10:33:30-05:00'
describe
'711105' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHL' 'sip-files00148.jp2'
cd850c7a771e31331b550bf69595ecf3
8a6e06026487091f397fed0e2ed8035fd5032d35
'2012-02-10T10:32:29-05:00'
describe
'328486' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHM' 'sip-files00148.jpg'
2d620a0ea06d166d65b6fc60ffa9b452
4a454e96c7748cd58de3470836a49c7940e5433e
describe
'42308' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHN' 'sip-files00148.pro'
14209a96b150e291b727fd623d69c8e5
c10e956985c23926fcfe6d2c132d9c876534e8fe
describe
'104203' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHO' 'sip-files00148.QC.jpg'
a2f08204ce38f1268f8cda340267605c
d4f4ad244c5471bb84ce96848a6061cb09ce4fd3
describe
'5701936' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHP' 'sip-files00148.tif'
2396bc62c9b2f879ba96728c219597d1
b9f8cfd353d0a820c3fe2f3a12857101e7064da6
describe
'1821' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHQ' 'sip-files00148.txt'
222912f5979051d8da80aea4dfc3aaca
38dcc427074877395b2ef090e666177d22016ecf
describe
Invalid character
'36025' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHR' 'sip-files00148thm.jpg'
02d6024c67addc1f71c8ee1cef72394b
b35f773c97fe01bf538aa15f5ab06006c8575ba1
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHS' 'sip-files00149.jp2'
901200c4beaa84aa8fb2f5411c0127e3
219a99ccffab93925376bab2fab21ecf7a5d62f2
'2012-02-10T10:33:57-05:00'
describe
'478866' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHT' 'sip-files00149.jpg'
9e5cdb751afe2d73689de894aeb15cfb
9896e6b21e3530d83180dc86016256e679ce0824
describe
'74571' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHU' 'sip-files00149.pro'
39a193467525a23f96c432afdba54061
cdb1ba29ed398128cbeb88d133828f478661a890
describe
'146610' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHV' 'sip-files00149.QC.jpg'
5bafe282c1a716c92cf3e2217ae9d903
5f49eb8c25fd6c289adbbd1ab242c32cf0e82aed
'2012-02-10T10:26:44-05:00'
describe
'5703768' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHW' 'sip-files00149.tif'
f99caa6c5f61be843776eccfaeaa5e30
4359648e7e4b3023545ec7a6a18ac298a62ad59d
'2012-02-10T10:17:50-05:00'
describe
'3217' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHX' 'sip-files00149.txt'
a37ebd1c2f3286b2c2bec17177e4bf53
3af2503125c195c520850633df3fddea68d85d1e
'2012-02-10T10:28:28-05:00'
describe
'48270' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHY' 'sip-files00149thm.jpg'
9c8c8bccb69c3589b9e7fd5b65117410
99aea6484a7adf55a0ae06384ca1ab63ac899708
'2012-02-10T10:15:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDHZ' 'sip-files00150.jp2'
584a49ea4e1e9c11977728b2d735de47
2f906b165dc27ace053bd9ccf7ace73f1ad3673a
'2012-02-10T10:32:10-05:00'
describe
'542616' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIA' 'sip-files00150.jpg'
a969ceeff43578997bfc60b96f337771
bd63676457d7b011b6350457a0f0cb7472e8108e
describe
'121628' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIB' 'sip-files00150.pro'
3bae26e15316dded974c0a6dfb744fd4
7a6ab4f5bac5299b4df69543168d7c2d89dd017c
'2012-02-10T10:17:24-05:00'
describe
'164529' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIC' 'sip-files00150.QC.jpg'
9c87586845c64c102784b2e17ac5476d
52c95dfcc1ab55f80c68cecd81f7ccd2f0a1216b
describe
'5704192' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDID' 'sip-files00150.tif'
6dd64e7d491c451d5214304549436711
2dfd6e3d42af7c90ea1ea0c18b829e94a361db9c
'2012-02-10T10:24:41-05:00'
describe
'5052' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIE' 'sip-files00150.txt'
80743cdb12e3a202bd49a3d453f40db8
42a6c0612f3847223b154eb3b4c2800d05fe876a
describe
'51687' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIF' 'sip-files00150thm.jpg'
d4fc9ca4b3761d2a60bab1230a1c70fd
7333cd34fcc176996d66735193b466299a75839d
describe
'711252' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIG' 'sip-files00151.jp2'
a563b585abc111c5b4646c20dc69d3b7
0c7d5b2d0b3ff6d031f35b6461c47d414f2c39d8
'2012-02-10T10:22:33-05:00'
describe
'475992' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIH' 'sip-files00151.jpg'
4b5f3dbb5455e21ce889a5201b68f55b
af8ad9036dcdb6d0ed79a5357c528d60577b996d
describe
'87549' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDII' 'sip-files00151.pro'
aad5d1b76d735b23f55a1e823f4e0ea4
e96c57bc2f1b410e2fa1faab27305fb3347ea4e1
'2012-02-10T10:28:27-05:00'
describe
'149069' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIJ' 'sip-files00151.QC.jpg'
763c39c4c89c482086f6c67f82647152
87647615b755f5aba83187982cd29cef908b18dc
'2012-02-10T10:35:55-05:00'
describe
'5703776' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIK' 'sip-files00151.tif'
d9f643d303dbc70b2c6b539ccafc9ebc
ff9d6419cf75167d82c69497065fa7b39e674264
'2012-02-10T10:35:23-05:00'
describe
'3852' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIL' 'sip-files00151.txt'
5536ed26f2b13a41c21fa36231fdda6a
9bc094d0b858271eedaffb3ad0633c447891b440
'2012-02-10T10:33:16-05:00'
describe
'48445' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIM' 'sip-files00151thm.jpg'
10b70752fbc42ec1cceaf811b04eb4cb
e50bd15f25f6c50f00eb085e3c598297344ed2ac
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIN' 'sip-files00152.jp2'
c4f145bec25fd763f133b50fc68abe18
bfabd9ecb690c16c967a09f904d0df86fe8a297b
describe
'540717' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIO' 'sip-files00152.jpg'
8580e8b67ae90416c9a8d9466397690b
b8d2957ac1d30fb4b1dd04823fadf50cf0723ab0
'2012-02-10T10:16:12-05:00'
describe
'62309' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIP' 'sip-files00152.pro'
083e9d8adedf0a534ae8292c55322f72
69042e3ad8fb53d9a684f27686fe8a51d8797206
describe
'163426' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIQ' 'sip-files00152.QC.jpg'
a68547c28b238f7cb278c5b0da18c0a8
6f5b17148d71939526ce3fe977cf23262ab1d2c6
'2012-02-10T10:24:57-05:00'
describe
'5704864' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIR' 'sip-files00152.tif'
aef7faa04b614f6df9a1c97347df66b0
48c9c8c024c36c675cae284168062cd9f90bce53
'2012-02-10T10:35:45-05:00'
describe
'2699' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIS' 'sip-files00152.txt'
57cc35d8e35cf8b29cd903bace1fda7b
912fda0c0d910e9bf69b8fff011262cfb8e1e34e
'2012-02-10T10:14:12-05:00'
describe
'53639' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIT' 'sip-files00152thm.jpg'
5b4bed451f79c4d05b403a0021e02d9c
1ac88d6f4f5cd596b41464f4bfe35d6250c245bf
'2012-02-10T10:22:34-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIU' 'sip-files00153.jp2'
f0b4bbdaf0cff2e35a489412cd906eea
dfff9abc039a46c6fc86f55687e9b88e0d8e6b02
'2012-02-10T10:26:13-05:00'
describe
'535612' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIV' 'sip-files00153.jpg'
69da447be0c1d382d842903c07cd7800
82b06047f87f0555f81dc5386053ff694cf8de2e
'2012-02-10T10:13:41-05:00'
describe
'116195' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIW' 'sip-files00153.pro'
aeb87ac0abeb8d55650fa253203c7d29
b127ca6c54395522659012a6872809d7b69c2273
'2012-02-10T10:29:11-05:00'
describe
'166416' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIX' 'sip-files00153.QC.jpg'
1865433cc900a4a9c3166e2ab6651a4f
9f4f1fb9625fbe4eb1a1135066b4bfd70c315e82
describe
'5704488' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIY' 'sip-files00153.tif'
f45f752861cb0c7e9d5c593a030a51c8
22ececcad9a0b2a33de0bfe57addf882a5f228ed
'2012-02-10T10:20:22-05:00'
describe
'4845' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDIZ' 'sip-files00153.txt'
648ddc6431bd97885060048b61e4b9fe
405a359bc92f34a675297071c70c96e039bde3d8
'2012-02-10T10:33:45-05:00'
describe
'53065' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJA' 'sip-files00153thm.jpg'
7cfd0067d9bf501c606be5695d95f461
a27375d53a6c96e420bee37c339e807ea651b914
describe
'711228' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJB' 'sip-files00154.jp2'
8ba663f7c3c488bd25cdbee72696c1b0
11d00f5141744969b18ab4122525ab0ecc6b6b99
describe
'537757' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJC' 'sip-files00154.jpg'
ef6bd3dfb8210ed87bb4fcfdaa9a6bb9
604c7b4bbcbb812fb0489a437f836f134df04572
'2012-02-10T10:31:45-05:00'
describe
'117539' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJD' 'sip-files00154.pro'
f8a916fad5173ed8d88234eae1f80b5a
fe5847216cd4a319d884d65fe64e2915b0c502cf
'2012-02-10T10:18:31-05:00'
describe
'164643' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJE' 'sip-files00154.QC.jpg'
dee1a88f9156ad23847293884508121b
0512326205a06d4bed30f7a7313c3bd6cbf14757
describe
'5704348' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJF' 'sip-files00154.tif'
cc6e751ecdc090ae8ec283c5d8d5aa89
05dd98d24b5108478dc171bd9385ade31205a0cc
'2012-02-10T10:26:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJG' 'sip-files00154.txt'
653741d7995104a7ee67b6a69cf90bb8
a52477950305b236fe822c7c598ed3f27de5ecc2
describe
'52836' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJH' 'sip-files00154thm.jpg'
3784bdf122b4718fb14c0ddd5d5873b3
abfab90df370e5e2402cceb6d9f6c191b60d9d75
describe
'711274' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJI' 'sip-files00155.jp2'
4fe15c88ed4aa919a07d9ad65371489d
692543be032be1711cb4315d4d841880e8accffa
describe
'558923' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJJ' 'sip-files00155.jpg'
c2bb52d855bf5326abe677451201d5cc
6508802900283b55d93d090894c8a67171a1710e
describe
'121025' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJK' 'sip-files00155.pro'
30cdbb2f3cc66b3e798e749550dcab76
aef0070c97a2f0786e6705f11fc6eca392a0260e
'2012-02-10T10:26:32-05:00'
describe
'172748' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJL' 'sip-files00155.QC.jpg'
de8f0549964b004ebb97ac431ba51850
aa7f07b087585521a3ff7ff20ebd9dd1c0b4ae15
'2012-02-10T10:11:52-05:00'
describe
'5705048' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJM' 'sip-files00155.tif'
9fdbc0e854885afd2740fc10f1b7dbc6
3d615e7aa6b129611ec55cddf0fb5a0341dd4fc4
'2012-02-10T10:31:51-05:00'
describe
'5046' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJN' 'sip-files00155.txt'
0a55d60bd4deeac60c73b4b3bcc84ff5
25aac29144e64d160c5318b630bca21ece81511a
'2012-02-10T10:31:38-05:00'
describe
'54951' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJO' 'sip-files00155thm.jpg'
8d6c14b8a4ec6ccaac8b03e19080cab2
91a66d657827582fba21e10ab2bcd27b8b8f4194
'2012-02-10T10:21:11-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJP' 'sip-files00156.jp2'
6aa0dde4ab1889b5f0cbc1da2804d568
e1a0ae85290ad14884cf45421b13f569b9cb4c87
describe
'447227' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJQ' 'sip-files00156.jpg'
abf27457d02862f06836ecdf7975ab0d
2d2b7f0fc8a99c94fe5ef36cfd48e8f6937ed416
'2012-02-10T10:11:09-05:00'
describe
'48136' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJR' 'sip-files00156.pro'
8929c4ff2865f9b982456a935cdba173
95e907c1927aafcbc535d5b25659078d8abbed5e
'2012-02-10T10:19:57-05:00'
describe
'136135' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJS' 'sip-files00156.QC.jpg'
105d35dc4d366bad9c791363202f3345
8c02e528d09d10f7d5e79143d21dc5939c00380d
'2012-02-10T10:24:49-05:00'
describe
'5703608' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJT' 'sip-files00156.tif'
888f151988559e9b7d110dea21281452
723df9b8ea31a3c13b214f7cb360d7767e8343a7
'2012-02-10T10:13:06-05:00'
describe
'2363' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJU' 'sip-files00156.txt'
6735efda228b6d26567e3815c9e3b986
ffaf215ea7eeb5493be96eb23943e1bf94f4a1d0
describe
Invalid character
'45481' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJV' 'sip-files00156thm.jpg'
598e3540650051c34237a46d82ac0b4e
ff8e4119fffc579e9f7d320deef6d342baf003bd
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJW' 'sip-files00157.jp2'
20b8972593c387acf189d1112933c86b
d43beccb4045992266133f93cbcd17c0dbae03d8
'2012-02-10T10:36:21-05:00'
describe
'435624' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJX' 'sip-files00157.jpg'
a6a30d1ef111991355e05b51ee376eac
2884c2c238952cca5afec465966199268dbe553e
'2012-02-10T10:28:01-05:00'
describe
'66369' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJY' 'sip-files00157.pro'
f748af2c90705ea6f6412b7182f5a4b9
0274370c8c141d3021c642cf62ab5c677f59e8e5
'2012-02-10T10:19:29-05:00'
describe
'136689' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDJZ' 'sip-files00157.QC.jpg'
6cf2a3e522755820390fd9dd3011140f
1b94a4c16b5ebd0703603129fa6abc5ce6ca5196
'2012-02-10T10:20:35-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKA' 'sip-files00157.tif'
21103317f1e78e7e81bf392d879cfb9c
5318eb230b47ebf98229d9d5326cbec6e87d55b8
describe
'2892' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKB' 'sip-files00157.txt'
7221ce628b20473101a1b2e2b753a47c
122ba9bbc4a01713f816d6dce6a6120c88003ed5
'2012-02-10T10:11:20-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'45520' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKC' 'sip-files00157thm.jpg'
ec5ce05f7d7a554628f10728e5732c98
0a0da4dcd123db74dc13b2e061e8d97768d0ddc0
'2012-02-10T10:24:37-05:00'
describe
'711284' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKD' 'sip-files00158.jp2'
a5282161dd8fa5b135445ed28d3d815e
eb14b24d5c5694cded72bc3971b5958cbffe806a
'2012-02-10T10:22:18-05:00'
describe
'491505' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKE' 'sip-files00158.jpg'
45ad796100c429ee74123d341a39af75
cabfaa93313916fa8296c3bc1fab8822e06b5626
'2012-02-10T10:32:53-05:00'
describe
'108290' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKF' 'sip-files00158.pro'
f6623e931c8903cbaaef75e63b296768
16c098dac9589cea7c0476aa9ea580676bb3b4da
'2012-02-10T10:22:02-05:00'
describe
'155567' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKG' 'sip-files00158.QC.jpg'
c67ba7ab403cbb8ad443940b12eb2a93
42aa594ad878e7910f251f7140efa6dee744d232
'2012-02-10T10:31:08-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKH' 'sip-files00158.tif'
7096047a8261c525938c09b562bc20c5
c702742cf39d6bda3573fa342889d8353d6e7862
'2012-02-10T10:14:33-05:00'
describe
'4572' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKI' 'sip-files00158.txt'
5eb97a53935b2f5ffc01e89f08c245e6
6f7ab834611591d3c8dbeeb2c52606ad3bb1095b
'2012-02-10T10:28:42-05:00'
describe
'51225' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKJ' 'sip-files00158thm.jpg'
641d542f08ac8cad5a7dadf4f9dd027a
20682d80a78c9f332f8874b6af7137e4964c5d04
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKK' 'sip-files00159.jp2'
be5bc3ec34c495828a8a411ddc01f3b0
61175d335b410e1e9e28202fb28f2d96f52c3d88
'2012-02-10T10:34:10-05:00'
describe
'534453' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKL' 'sip-files00159.jpg'
114a990f41efcd67eff9fbc4b9049a83
22255fe62a9183013da29cc94ada135f57245bac
'2012-02-10T10:19:26-05:00'
describe
'114447' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKM' 'sip-files00159.pro'
819fccbe2b544edd8305699a854b7fdc
f448f0f4485e74cad94d885e0f8ed1b4044e7722
describe
'167213' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKN' 'sip-files00159.QC.jpg'
c097645c2e7dfa54739cbf24cff78c8e
92ace79b6ed39b30de8b5ce7c008c9dabe580d17
'2012-02-10T10:24:18-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKO' 'sip-files00159.tif'
ed977763d5c5f6f5abab849d53a86bec
c8f54415f2c7f9d7ded1bfaa6c36f6dd6be4425b
describe
'4814' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKP' 'sip-files00159.txt'
7bec2ea6954e16cf2ba1ee9aa487a9a7
6f50f82958076aa4db056bd01cb740b0077e21ef
'2012-02-10T10:34:11-05:00'
describe
'53720' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKQ' 'sip-files00159thm.jpg'
87e2345588ceacc467eadc9e2ae3ff2f
3757d5451f72aa9b24e011753b9ba4f5cd649dad
'2012-02-10T10:36:26-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKR' 'sip-files00160.jp2'
2ba8b29fb017f6e539951513724ed9b4
dbff27d4f93b7fdd0307d74271e2dd195aea6abf
'2012-02-10T10:17:00-05:00'
describe
'491561' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKS' 'sip-files00160.jpg'
9e1865f591505c5a667e37c27db7b8c5
c8e1eee0d2eb2486893e6bd1cc946bbe6c603d72
'2012-02-10T10:23:33-05:00'
describe
'48669' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKT' 'sip-files00160.pro'
18d802fb6e476b256797813fd33fce34
2e026398b19ecf76f8dcdebcd87f73e0d04b46ab
'2012-02-10T10:16:07-05:00'
describe
'151159' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKU' 'sip-files00160.QC.jpg'
925b401f4638a5bdfa05d4b0be314053
a44a90ac5f19811267a0ef6ad92214080e30958d
'2012-02-10T10:32:08-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKV' 'sip-files00160.tif'
752c26f582e714fba3e86138ce498b26
9d0db5f2d4abfb67fd51524e12ada996fb10d51c
describe
'2023' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKW' 'sip-files00160.txt'
d49aae4644d91478cfe7529dbb3d1314
cfd0ea471b6595d756ebb478ec5fe47cf2c7b3c2
describe
'49763' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKX' 'sip-files00160thm.jpg'
5d6acdbecac8664cc36fb0b4d31e7298
1ed31766af9b0f5ea9a6750d93dcfc0c3ab0bcc2
'2012-02-10T10:18:59-05:00'
describe
'711290' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKY' 'sip-files00161.jp2'
7c7daa6ac07a22fdc22bdde44428fc6b
b14033a8240549e5cc970ee80f3fd6d511dea210
describe
'473159' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDKZ' 'sip-files00161.jpg'
dbc35b4a675f6ad60ece485b53d7759d
cca0be13919fc954ccc63d2cddeb5a6d540a77ce
'2012-02-10T10:13:52-05:00'
describe
'99638' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLA' 'sip-files00161.pro'
dc8a8bdb1637e902983e098fc3bea1c8
d956929099fc6e2601399d3a5560c7944ba5b479
describe
'151712' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLB' 'sip-files00161.QC.jpg'
60956297bb499186ea556b9749b29bbb
678a731065724668deaaa9659085715106162c0f
'2012-02-10T10:33:58-05:00'
describe
'5704236' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLC' 'sip-files00161.tif'
a51654c4fa2213b1a7c5563ca7d0feee
dc38cc6e7ea0c817509a98f9af50eda85953fc7c
'2012-02-10T10:27:53-05:00'
describe
'4248' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLD' 'sip-files00161.txt'
6733f5579da352e67a54396cbf636d53
74f352273fd80a448717e8c3853c678293e855c7
'2012-02-10T10:32:24-05:00'
describe
'50411' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLE' 'sip-files00161thm.jpg'
fe4842e7cfb1015787e77536984d42e5
c2c15a377b31005e1fb401be37364b3eddb444e3
describe
'711247' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLF' 'sip-files00162.jp2'
930110abc548b468ec04bf00eef67645
bcb94f0a1fe00052ff121c24edd6d0baad3b86f5
'2012-02-10T10:33:28-05:00'
describe
'518619' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLG' 'sip-files00162.jpg'
57d1cf72f31aa2e49e0cf8a14dcf1465
1a894e34152821a06d7c3039b2dca2e576d35695
'2012-02-10T10:17:47-05:00'
describe
'102464' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLH' 'sip-files00162.pro'
0ecdd18d0d0cdfe2618080752dddff5f
13b198f39a28f31b555cd4610de3d8d66b34c364
describe
'162204' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLI' 'sip-files00162.QC.jpg'
0451a573ca3c710a25cbcc4574b398eb
55035c726bd12bd62a15c7a2a40de909ad44efe7
'2012-02-10T10:26:36-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLJ' 'sip-files00162.tif'
8ce36058f425a2b7ce448621a7d228e1
99aa87afe24385654c554b5d5794d2e606edb3f2
'2012-02-10T10:18:55-05:00'
describe
'4322' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLK' 'sip-files00162.txt'
9345e1edfc1caf9673b9761e429e3eab
ac0fc9c0b4e6d5fbfb48f2a3f3f059d0ee5a94dc
describe
'51267' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLL' 'sip-files00162thm.jpg'
6ba8838f0e6868dd53bd8eea4f354474
ad77055a9ef2e0d415013958665e199d1881ce30
'2012-02-10T10:15:33-05:00'
describe
'711230' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLM' 'sip-files00163.jp2'
2adcc6481cbb23e8de45cd4ee64b3003
31b27a3aaea5a3e57c0d9548651dbd461ea1f484
'2012-02-10T10:36:43-05:00'
describe
'419753' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLN' 'sip-files00163.jpg'
41f4716307af521d12fac4300b5a7e4f
65ac84325393613611e7bd91ebb6d19e895cc014
'2012-02-10T10:11:07-05:00'
describe
'78587' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLO' 'sip-files00163.pro'
77a63216fca390554a60f27cbf4c2b6f
db559a3d110c5deb9b152e513b038cece3f1d9bc
'2012-02-10T10:21:10-05:00'
describe
'135678' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLP' 'sip-files00163.QC.jpg'
b22f982f4d7a40a42ca92456b30a6451
829ad6098bffe742e09d6fa9515335b1474bbe43
describe
'5703528' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLQ' 'sip-files00163.tif'
0e384b9630c14cf6779e9d17bec0dd5f
b53925054eff08ea572df600720ac2ac0bfa6efc
'2012-02-10T10:13:28-05:00'
describe
'3345' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLR' 'sip-files00163.txt'
632c129cc0add135a7df6d86c896fbc2
7c081d32dd1bc7db257cb9f010325acf4a85a831
'2012-02-10T10:34:14-05:00'
describe
'45099' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLS' 'sip-files00163thm.jpg'
f6e0a52ed515dfbf5b612405be34d9ea
ac716c624ec6c75a66c52295e5b24e3b34c8d5fb
describe
'711225' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLT' 'sip-files00164.jp2'
719e6c13e640141dc08fe71a9ff61078
46974e37fc3ed0fd76f945c32609f89639f10b30
describe
'434129' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLU' 'sip-files00164.jpg'
30cddd755a26d57c9b8353c980de58ca
3e309b166dd824976741286b7c27f95799c05915
'2012-02-10T10:12:08-05:00'
describe
'63242' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLV' 'sip-files00164.pro'
b7e252c7937397b02d5cd947c1f639e2
9e6785eeed62637545d6246c1eae17af03f09e3e
'2012-02-10T10:12:15-05:00'
describe
'132915' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLW' 'sip-files00164.QC.jpg'
a89de40bb8e0f4194f9d0b4a85e44939
3cb92444f46f0cba74e84179d9d6727459c86c27
describe
'5702940' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLX' 'sip-files00164.tif'
560549e5f6547fc230bc7ebb11b7caa4
3b34d35622c818c1fb45a753381d600bfd931c91
describe
'2688' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLY' 'sip-files00164.txt'
29a7b49bfffe8973abbcc6cfc4d9705e
09f0ce532c11e3a51fc82b026b8277135a85256b
describe
Invalid character
'43959' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDLZ' 'sip-files00164thm.jpg'
716dd70bcd739ff91e8c8d4943808a8b
0fdbcfe5a34de2d45c5297822d1dde0d64e9bb86
'2012-02-10T10:35:16-05:00'
describe
'711273' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMA' 'sip-files00165.jp2'
2106570c4e0001a956a0fab4b804bbdb
2c2b5b73ec1b7ce9d258def396fdcb2c4ad5ca3b
'2012-02-10T10:21:54-05:00'
describe
'544848' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMB' 'sip-files00165.jpg'
691edbac8acd39cbcb61f76193604589
731761e0db0d24061e6b2bee7bd0a849d700c7ba
'2012-02-10T10:31:30-05:00'
describe
'118866' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMC' 'sip-files00165.pro'
58e24731498af9e22f3e959f003dbfef
f2f979105b5cb4ae00867d2fac06bb9cfd5b3752
describe
'169343' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMD' 'sip-files00165.QC.jpg'
7aa6431cf9199fd9a6077c5f1829ce57
69aefeca24d8a619f67b63eed2f5a77b5b3a0337
'2012-02-10T10:26:29-05:00'
describe
'5704792' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDME' 'sip-files00165.tif'
527db67b1cb8c7f01f0d263702e3daf5
db383500ab59b1c8832212699201278d9dd7aed5
describe
'4873' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMF' 'sip-files00165.txt'
f01f8bacd6ea91e767a9ebb96ad3a745
ea8443d1cbe74f69645225707e47cdb12e1fe1ba
describe
'53222' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMG' 'sip-files00165thm.jpg'
30c728d83b1e18c787f58855d06010e2
775ee11f1b97d39cef23001bfd8414c0a4d40a3b
describe
'731765' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMH' 'sip-files00166.jp2'
d520e3a1ccbaf10df0457a7c52413773
dbad4bd4ed131442805b1558b451ee7a6acd7b08
'2012-02-10T10:16:45-05:00'
describe
'564197' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMI' 'sip-files00166.jpg'
09b5d7cd0f3a6e1fb2f6aa9e38629984
6151c8cb6ba4e1a64a1add3989588c62317a8d5e
describe
'80587' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMJ' 'sip-files00166.pro'
7ed0559852c1a7d7910aeeb8c860eede
9d7130c225cfc94ddbdf937250b3af975a510bc0
describe
'169424' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMK' 'sip-files00166.QC.jpg'
b77c63c7b0205152a45262f23dd24844
a5a0a5f831a1c2db73e5ec4870337b4832c26209
'2012-02-10T10:28:21-05:00'
describe
'5869460' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDML' 'sip-files00166.tif'
158acda710e896023456136948e85fa4
2b046121799259f9a4a801f263146db798a6fcf5
'2012-02-10T10:18:16-05:00'
describe
'3573' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMM' 'sip-files00166.txt'
2b9a234cd2432ff45d4128665cf0cbb4
fd743647e5a40583a206080e4cad8485c7a80059
'2012-02-10T10:11:45-05:00'
describe
'53321' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMN' 'sip-files00166thm.jpg'
dfb1a699aa33bb8bcc48ffee2a040572
3268a6f90f36367a99ff129eea74d86f6377e46f
'2012-02-10T10:29:43-05:00'
describe
'711238' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMO' 'sip-files00167.jp2'
fd181fc87eccaaf37816412775d5827f
b92ddbb1460b1ba5263929621c5d102f1adba9cf
'2012-02-10T10:11:37-05:00'
describe
'529851' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMP' 'sip-files00167.jpg'
722c9bfd9dd6a6a45fa604e5ff15af66
6474e5382d9cc6da5a3c82a759787d72aac06228
'2012-02-10T10:25:13-05:00'
describe
'116454' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMQ' 'sip-files00167.pro'
b81ecaf1c8af7efa9a3989dc0ec86d8f
9e275dec7695fe75d4bc92b25b33521255021726
'2012-02-10T10:17:10-05:00'
describe
'165323' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMR' 'sip-files00167.QC.jpg'
1de0e0d1d42b9295b27b110805601fc9
31d9739279985cc636b8042d8df5f2c059130f10
describe
'5704536' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMS' 'sip-files00167.tif'
15210c036e0fa1e65624a012838e6182
20777deab20425fbebcd9e680368ff927e6d8fef
'2012-02-10T10:33:20-05:00'
describe
'4898' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMT' 'sip-files00167.txt'
33b80a3747057e318543469a1f20c725
b194393043ff1c3099b8aea37e6497b98b386233
describe
'52607' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMU' 'sip-files00167thm.jpg'
e44f7f5be4e699e77c254175959a46a1
a72613c3b3e2e8bd83c52ee28b95322a6285eca7
'2012-02-10T10:35:34-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMV' 'sip-files00168.jp2'
19c834331baa4f88ac3666174ecc7f79
0f6c0d087462586633850d92faf5675435c101ea
'2012-02-10T10:19:37-05:00'
describe
'511440' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMW' 'sip-files00168.jpg'
33d8c52bef79056ea3f478c04f8c00c2
73db18e27b695b4100a66baadf4771c865c66262
'2012-02-10T10:11:10-05:00'
describe
'126616' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMX' 'sip-files00168.pro'
43fa741be6a82efcabe967e9ed107194
c0d3a0b218353611dcac9a3436b5bce27036d863
describe
'156552' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMY' 'sip-files00168.QC.jpg'
e77423f62f9a76ce24bd23c1802d1b6d
d856526faad89281870bdabc428ca46ecb8cc6dc
describe
'5704096' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDMZ' 'sip-files00168.tif'
79db7fc2a7a6da2c924c0dca64030925
9b141068c69b30230eccab6376bcdec12635c583
'2012-02-10T10:11:59-05:00'
describe
'5258' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNA' 'sip-files00168.txt'
fe33450a6f1cd97b63831c1240e7f8bb
d2f83b744b92840471ecc8b3bdca18590e3f4fb6
'2012-02-10T10:18:01-05:00'
describe
'50637' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNB' 'sip-files00168thm.jpg'
fb004e4f28f4583f7f35978660cc6bd4
935accdb9019c2c297d3022e0a311debfba9ccc0
'2012-02-10T10:22:36-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNC' 'sip-files00171.jp2'
3921fe44205292af4887ea26fae1d51c
9a52b6caaf8e46d95e096be0c4fc396d31455221
'2012-02-10T10:32:46-05:00'
describe
'551586' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDND' 'sip-files00171.jpg'
d1d1f71b9d70e689fb3d623aa3272227
f8e3fd603c6ca852311d847049bb0a27734db857
describe
'118209' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNE' 'sip-files00171.pro'
17496edba2a7379f8dcdb17b70f9dda5
d9777dbf0a1e2ecf7fddb1003936f39c11a4943e
'2012-02-10T10:31:59-05:00'
describe
'169058' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNF' 'sip-files00171.QC.jpg'
37049a399054e275eae98f2662477de2
40792e7dea1e3d8e924938e1c99c7067d6b40673
describe
'5704948' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNG' 'sip-files00171.tif'
31b013077644adef29e7d7054ec07245
d5a2b1f74e403e899cb58143a0302e09c42947fc
'2012-02-10T10:23:44-05:00'
describe
'4987' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNH' 'sip-files00171.txt'
f33331d7ab3424a7a656ac9ca48832d3
035fa73514bfdc1157b82db9544a46ecda5da390
describe
'54223' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNI' 'sip-files00171thm.jpg'
ee07dfa0f887b2475fe866ca1b5accab
5756961e02e05d536d59708f03e40c2b7382f3bf
describe
'711227' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNJ' 'sip-files00172.jp2'
1ca85ea30038209d2bfbbb150c116cd8
38857f0057e36946b6c3dcfc71ad1968e0c36ddb
'2012-02-10T10:21:08-05:00'
describe
'327427' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNK' 'sip-files00172.jpg'
efaddb3efdb291c241c5aceddf5f4e7e
21df750c9df38c0eb25be24ece63b8d3c42a4f22
describe
'67879' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNL' 'sip-files00172.pro'
cd64ba7bc2a4ca0996b1616c832b93bb
5a203aeffd232148e23d4dc10c6d820dfcbde001
describe
'102273' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNM' 'sip-files00172.QC.jpg'
59ee967198019e4c7a0ee0f3fa48bf8c
d9034fb4391b2155113185234b097eff263a374d
'2012-02-10T10:23:47-05:00'
describe
'5701912' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNN' 'sip-files00172.tif'
703da271abfd1a789de99ba010f41ac2
f71aa0083838ea5f4df365f94a4ce2d74428d070
'2012-02-10T10:24:13-05:00'
describe
'2788' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNO' 'sip-files00172.txt'
d7529a7074aa23a697f30a605c9f56ed
6b7bbd2057e6c3e13db2858b768fb7591ae20971
'2012-02-10T10:11:42-05:00'
describe
'34777' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNP' 'sip-files00172thm.jpg'
1336ec930a9e08cb0ca987900507ebfb
156883f9986da07abe9bc51c85a291a129d38008
'2012-02-10T10:27:18-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNQ' 'sip-files00173.jp2'
def08fa86f87899b035453c55157f930
40b1aae12f037e69cc1f6a7880a22fa3dbfe2bd7
describe
'464512' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNR' 'sip-files00173.jpg'
10eef976501d7b56301e5499cfb1ee47
daefffa87a46c2ae98860b070e77a3bacb0348da
describe
'97229' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNS' 'sip-files00173.pro'
71bae543eb2bcf63b0f4d8f68c0a0d3d
cdd97b5d0951b4f8ffb37285ffa8a5ffe512709e
'2012-02-10T10:30:36-05:00'
describe
'149026' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNT' 'sip-files00173.QC.jpg'
81e1182f0fe3aa11684bea841adc97eb
232cfc7b8425b442787008951ee1f1bc9a9a0433
'2012-02-10T10:13:04-05:00'
describe
'5704044' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNU' 'sip-files00173.tif'
bfed75018742c14ac72ee553e3873456
263cb814dbee4d49fae0b5b4ced2abb1f1fc237e
'2012-02-10T10:30:10-05:00'
describe
'4089' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNV' 'sip-files00173.txt'
3d089a821bcc082d320dd382b5376925
4f6fc986cdcf0d93df6a3eaf07fdd23f080cc8e5
'2012-02-10T10:26:38-05:00'
describe
'49063' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNW' 'sip-files00173thm.jpg'
cb1ea0f2ed53a6edaca084ffa3151b7d
932f5dc29be84405545ae949988babb7ac8c1bae
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNX' 'sip-files00174.jp2'
599d34dc08135bdf7853c72f352d62f8
e17acb75b26a3205ff86ea05adf0073e1eb566a4
describe
'476856' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNY' 'sip-files00174.jpg'
464639f2f5b8011d112b834b044ed88b
066cea7db43b2e7201942820052305eecde37bd6
describe
'84097' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDNZ' 'sip-files00174.pro'
413b180ac2c3b048d5bd99de3f36ddf4
120750cdcb5e0a7ed5a97fb980750d6226ef1c45
describe
'151316' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOA' 'sip-files00174.QC.jpg'
a041504f44a29a3bbda8e7fadc9e4cda
691bf15eba9d16f18454c1b6ad08fa7a13afe860
describe
'5704680' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOB' 'sip-files00174.tif'
c15b53d3746c6c81d70c8a35d3d871a6
a5a2adf9a329616c3ed429891eab417168f25430
'2012-02-10T10:35:26-05:00'
describe
'3502' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOC' 'sip-files00174.txt'
fc6a5e2b516a8d5f2701d6c04db9a58c
e0cf9ada19a11b7b69c8461fd354c8562408eb45
describe
'51703' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOD' 'sip-files00174thm.jpg'
1dc61ecc5c53a3d8b658ded0e7d1580a
8214d645d3145055218c4c091a103afcf16ce18d
'2012-02-10T10:13:15-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOE' 'sip-files00175.jp2'
b1cae8d76c9e387a702cf4d3144f185a
196c1a717eff2882e663717fccc908961269eda6
describe
'470902' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOF' 'sip-files00175.jpg'
58a853efc8468c5406eeab9864036138
ac554953e65f629e2508731fd6968f47514ec3f2
'2012-02-10T10:25:32-05:00'
describe
'100596' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOG' 'sip-files00175.pro'
6e01b51ca79f541ae8bed10d3c76f791
d4dfd7e68181a07fe823fd669b7aa03abfbe4623
'2012-02-10T10:17:56-05:00'
describe
'155388' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOH' 'sip-files00175.QC.jpg'
2dba00118320d11d149db8a4c3477e21
a6e9af8423d4fe214ff35652d6eedb96b1525855
'2012-02-10T10:36:01-05:00'
describe
'5704204' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOI' 'sip-files00175.tif'
364131224fc3c5d00f36ab1a17b16eb3
db5dc54b56a8d172199ea443a098ac86c3566da9
describe
'4249' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOJ' 'sip-files00175.txt'
3aace28cf57d37938275bd116cf8ffde
cdee20c26552c8197de435e28542eacbb1e3d5bd
'2012-02-10T10:18:53-05:00'
describe
'51959' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOK' 'sip-files00175thm.jpg'
f84d4f953f1559749f5f74e87050b7b7
7b9e54782f36f9e2d8c90d87dbe96c3e66424f88
'2012-02-10T10:19:42-05:00'
describe
'711268' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOL' 'sip-files00176.jp2'
ad8989d61da116fdbe7e375c71f9256c
5182091c90adb7332ba128021a3c46a18839428e
'2012-02-10T10:25:50-05:00'
describe
'435503' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOM' 'sip-files00176.jpg'
81dbb8adf0aa4ac5911e51af0c42cd1e
20815a81e218f5122ffd57d78cf4e7ad8efbfc10
'2012-02-10T10:11:14-05:00'
describe
'74154' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDON' 'sip-files00176.pro'
d9f4a66eba9f130006cfe6a708526eb8
0817a9a5ead0344d812df5099ac9b0a189c5897f
'2012-02-10T10:30:29-05:00'
describe
'141457' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOO' 'sip-files00176.QC.jpg'
3f7524241b3a3acf9a2783d185df5d02
67d1a115a83bd015048d0b3bc34d24a4438b3317
'2012-02-10T10:13:21-05:00'
describe
'5703900' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOP' 'sip-files00176.tif'
8e9437b39f8ab9572b4bdcd36d5b6ffe
a6010f0f02b5bfc10e677feb80db61725e985578
'2012-02-10T10:33:12-05:00'
describe
'3185' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOQ' 'sip-files00176.txt'
1afb7d71aee26ba59b671d29684a91e0
c4518e6f7c102f4e83b053d6826273eb5983cc32
describe
Invalid character
'47448' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOR' 'sip-files00176thm.jpg'
554f81db83f280b478ce586a2f8bba5b
2e1cc84377cc5f790a4b7687c52b0fbd1f80c3c1
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOS' 'sip-files00177.jp2'
51e0fd113fcdcacbfd5214a9d04c3e0b
beff7930dab70df27701111e0ea2084ed5505f85
describe
'496917' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOT' 'sip-files00177.jpg'
acf02666210d384dd6cb15c63fa80f57
a8157b6db25255395c782366f6188175bb5ee9cb
'2012-02-10T10:36:25-05:00'
describe
'85891' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOU' 'sip-files00177.pro'
e9cc856eec5c6614d3e77444afcd9760
4d40e3f8b0a729a300fea9e83d6676f5f0716b19
describe
'156872' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOV' 'sip-files00177.QC.jpg'
cda5001ae60acef4ca94963f21ae58ba
ac5e3811f08391a222bbbd3d80f84045b4f13e1f
describe
'5704464' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOW' 'sip-files00177.tif'
9cf0908853c0010dc877560a1e22426e
d16f16993b68bc94818d9f4f05837a3d8155ce94
'2012-02-10T10:36:19-05:00'
describe
'3586' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOX' 'sip-files00177.txt'
891140754c6804830fa510045a4c092c
67bedef842ed11924bb3f3159c89c91afb1a3a01
'2012-02-10T10:34:53-05:00'
describe
'52251' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOY' 'sip-files00177thm.jpg'
e58ac879466cb387f4a06645f6212b45
07229f8b00b8e1552593f9ddf6c88310ad12bab8
'2012-02-10T10:34:18-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDOZ' 'sip-files00178.jp2'
a3de5aaf11a2170cb8ea10fc028530b6
c023444544c97555f19556ec79ffd1522ecff0ce
'2012-02-10T10:26:22-05:00'
describe
'492065' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPA' 'sip-files00178.jpg'
e3948086ad7c35ac49b37db17a94b552
2e1192464104648831d8a9d4d16650d9e452147a
'2012-02-10T10:24:59-05:00'
describe
'71377' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPB' 'sip-files00178.pro'
f3a6d6d6b2a4c8fcd1110309a63a8d2e
6e341480fde4f619dd8671209de8109d731d8bac
'2012-02-10T10:11:58-05:00'
describe
'153472' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPC' 'sip-files00178.QC.jpg'
7a9e361b0d8a17fb148f31dec60bf682
499a74734f0fe1629744fdb6e6eaa2d7406b7d1c
'2012-02-10T10:18:41-05:00'
describe
'5703988' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPD' 'sip-files00178.tif'
2f812be10bcb5afb38626e354e62652e
9208c2136f9d544629391b8b0c181c138feb6c38
'2012-02-10T10:22:13-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPE' 'sip-files00178.txt'
e313f50a3b25c756a797bd26e019bef4
47424837575a3c33574d18aa91c7128e50f50f8c
describe
'49599' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPF' 'sip-files00178thm.jpg'
32de810d6f09d29518c312b950c8cfdc
59fe9ae6557964bc1bd3844c0e8aa076003576c7
describe
'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPG' 'sip-files00179.jp2'
8557fbae1f782435618fb052836baf77
b4af9f3049567eae6fcf1de9dc0b2115a76de0e1
describe
'434936' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPH' 'sip-files00179.jpg'
2d00675a2005fad8bbd5d978568dbf94
a31d1059ffb42b7c5fd15f4d9154f30942fc1bf4
'2012-02-10T10:32:14-05:00'
describe
'74601' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPI' 'sip-files00179.pro'
e0b9d46ae852f90b765b043219825d4c
194cb63a88274d01d26706577f424543f0663535
'2012-02-10T10:16:26-05:00'
describe
'142045' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPJ' 'sip-files00179.QC.jpg'
51e0b24a0b87fbf53baca5ed254af5b2
a74ca3a8c1cf4bc8ab3f048c9d099900fa5280e9
'2012-02-10T10:24:26-05:00'
describe
'5703480' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPK' 'sip-files00179.tif'
e1564d3cb98b046dde4aca827e214dd5
3a98c8cafecc0a441e6cdaf53be8a5eca9cc608b
'2012-02-10T10:32:39-05:00'
describe
'3286' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPL' 'sip-files00179.txt'
4a89c88f35dabbb1746772bd15f21a9b
654ee8f269f331fbf4dbd1bec7a9b6e1c71073dd
'2012-02-10T10:22:43-05:00'
describe
'46511' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPM' 'sip-files00179thm.jpg'
81cdf0ab5157f20d6558994f55a17b7e
a434e3d8c00c3792facb64403593e6f2871b2372
'2012-02-10T10:24:08-05:00'
describe
'819036' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPN' 'sip-files00182.jp2'
b5f18a6c7f306e6b6002c9f969d8c92e
1c5fb84c955ffcb4778b316e93dc18ec408c0d8c
'2012-02-10T10:25:18-05:00'
describe
'427877' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPO' 'sip-files00182.jpg'
50212d56dd23412916cf320ed289f877
5ad2846dd214b96f9c9f9eaa63b5d296b8495957
describe
'118899' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPP' 'sip-files00182.QC.jpg'
f3da5d9034873405b298031312dc1e72
363efc02d7c989ffa1eba20ee8850afad1c68cc7
'2012-02-10T10:21:44-05:00'
describe
'19664192' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPQ' 'sip-files00182.tif'
bbd35ac0b2c3458a6aa0e1ab07056645
a37a94c0a6f49271b571b86dc6853bd94b18af07
'2012-02-10T10:20:58-05:00'
describe
'36349' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPR' 'sip-files00182thm.jpg'
698840ea63ba4351034284cffad7353d
1de7f0473192bf07d0741ca93ebaeeb341cd348c
'2012-02-10T10:28:23-05:00'
describe
'770220' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPS' 'sip-files00183.jp2'
31bfcddf1e30d155f1a828b62ec23838
ae15b118b5336e5c5dff56691279e52b293319dd
describe
'491570' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPT' 'sip-files00183.jpg'
c7d707e5770d5d66a5d18d69b3240af9
28dd1372a371f543f481ba5bad144531b9705b7c
describe
'132271' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPU' 'sip-files00183.QC.jpg'
84d1348676e7bb5b08afb15b9b947750
32a63760a926d6e9175fd660a115749da7aece43
'2012-02-10T10:23:57-05:00'
describe
'18491960' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPV' 'sip-files00183.tif'
ef7039ea7b51774c97bab7c531e73007
e9ed288a5231a04516ab0089885f42fa5035bd3d
describe
'38381' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPW' 'sip-files00183thm.jpg'
edf61d612edbd378251c5c6d6baa12a5
aba492a27bc638d69ff4fd4dd3bca9c3ccd81371
describe
'165222' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPX' 'sip-files00184.jp2'
a9e81f65a10c89b5fe168c2352dc6897
55c479bee64db2516ce6116b5233c70ef3bcd375
describe
'192413' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPY' 'sip-files00184.jpg'
ab2eedf6678964c0a36aab9e515bfd05
ff21823a2a9edad676528ccad02c2ee9a6af6f51
describe
'1942' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDPZ' 'sip-files00184.pro'
8807f9c4abe6122173669f754ae03f8b
b1afdb383b28433ba2db93659e254b49bdc86964
describe
'58805' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQA' 'sip-files00184.QC.jpg'
c10c6742a74c02f1ee3d82b3729d1ba7
b26007b520019d89297c2d4a389bd71ad73a6e4f
describe
'3972576' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQB' 'sip-files00184.tif'
38d83fe2c819fdc8317ed121e7c266f2
5330ea1665c63c6208e8ed3679df3bc30fdad512
'2012-02-10T10:33:43-05:00'
describe
'223' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQC' 'sip-files00184.txt'
f6ac4ee1fdae88c1e1891538452114af
b41d4a3356d277ae8053c98ecd41d3c55dc18bfb
describe
Invalid character
'28605' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQD' 'sip-files00184thm.jpg'
5f6c08f07f762fc870d5776856ef084a
382fc6ac848dfe0e5e772476981ed91794f336b1
describe
'32' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQE' 'sip-filesprocessing.instr'
82ea5a6f08d5716d616988e5fc7f5afe
1e391ac1408724ee387c091944b030b5ca006d11
'2012-02-10T10:34:23-05:00'
describe
'296690' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQF' 'sip-filesUF00081936_00001.mets'
a0fce19615121666b1f7dd395836d89b
6fa25cf7916e544c83d22dbc4c9d9909b123c331
describe
TargetNamespace.1: Expecting namespace 'http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/', but the target namespace of the schema document is 'http://digital.uflib.ufl.edu/metadata/ufdc2/'.
'2013-12-09T18:20:00-05:00' 'mixed'
xml resolution
http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/ufdc2.xsdhttp://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema
BROKEN_LINK http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/ufdc2.xsd
http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema
The element type "div" must be terminated by the matching end-tag "
".
TargetNamespace.1: Expecting namespace 'http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/', but the target namespace of the schema document is 'http://digital.uflib.ufl.edu/metadata/ufdc2/'.
TargetNamespace.1: Expecting namespace 'http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/', but the target namespace of the schema document is 'http://digital.uflib.ufl.edu/metadata/ufdc2/'.
'383654' 'info:fdaE20090603_AAAAFEfileF20090603_AADDQI' 'sip-filesUF00081936_00001.xml'
aa760db8969d7c531fb3a947c34d7921
fe28a758ab61712ee15714e4cc7bda6584c0a0f0
'2012-02-10T10:34:43-05:00'
describe
'2013-12-09T18:20:03-05:00'
xml resolution

















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A STORY OF



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH

; BY
MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD
Author of “Rocky Fork,” Secret of Roseladies,” etc.



FULLY ILLUSTRATED

BOSTON
D. LOTHROP COMPANY

WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD


Copyricut, 1892,
BY
D. Lorurop Company,
CONTENTS.

PART I.

WE ARE SEVEN.
(A Story of the Dogberry Bunch.)

PART II.

ROCKY FORK.




THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. I

5 a A a a aa ES

THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



' CHAPTER I.
THE "SOCIATION.

N the state of Illinois there was
a two-sided village ; in that vill-
age there was a small frame
dwelling; in that dwelling a
large square table; and around
this table sat the Dogberry
Bunch. Like the family of
Wordsworth’s little cotter, they
were seven in all. Seven live
and unlike but strongly-united
brothers and sisters, without
‘father or mother to take care of
them or sit with them at table.
Their parents had been dead
more than a year; and as they
got on comfortably as they
were, and their guardian did not
know what else to do with them,
he let them alone.

Alice at the head of the table, and Ben at the foot,
were the recognized Heads of the House. Alice was
eighteen — more than a year older than he — but her
plump figure scarcely reached to his shoulder.
Being Miss Dogberry, and of age, she had come into
her estate which consisted in plans to get along, and
working as assistant teacher in the schools to help
the Bunch. They owned nothing but this house situ-
ated among shady trees, and an adjoining lot used for
a garden, which their well-wishers prophesied would
sell for a pretty price by and by. I could not enum-
erate the sad and hard-working years which the el-
der Dogberrys spent in saving even this inheritance
for their children, out of sickness and hardship. But
with the little house they left their Bunch a feeling of
true independence. Accustomed to work and to
obey their elders, they now worked on, obedient to









what they had been taught. Ben, a large fine boy,
with a ruddy face and deep-set eyes, was learning to
be acarpenter. Jack, ugly but charming, and full of
Tesources, was messenger-boy in the railroad depot
and general gardener and repairer at home. Lucy
was house-keeper and Maude her assistant. Rheem,
when he and this latter and favorite sister were pot
at school, found “jobs” to do which enriched him
and helped him maintain an honorable place in the
Bunch’s Association. Arthur, the milk-white, big-
browed, three-year-old baby, was the only one of the
family who had not stated duties, :

Around this square table I mentioned, the Bunch
were disposed according to their likes. Although a
firm Bunch, they hung in twos, Maude, colorless,
with long fair hair and black-lashed eyes, of course
sat close by her twin, Rheem, who had more color
and more size; they answered to the names of
Rome and Remus. Ben and Alice were “Ben Bolt”
and “ Sweet Alice ;’ and Jack and Arthur were uneven
sized mates. Lucy alone went companionless ; but
as she was the house-mother they all belonged to her ;
besides she was so tall the Bunch said she would do
for two anyway. She was indeed the young giraffe of
the flock, Benjamin
being obliged to
stretch after his inches
to keep her down.

They ate their sup-
per with great relish:
it was a comfortable
supper of bread and
milk, apple-sauce and
gingerbread, and, the
season being early
June, a heaping sau-
cer of strawberries
flanked each young
Dogberry’s plate, from the strawberry vines in their
i garden,



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“ Wouldn't it be nice,” exclaimed Jack, who appro-
piately first breaks silence in this history, being the
tinkler who usually led the flock, “if we’d all do as |
children do in stories: set out to seek our fortunes!
All start from this house and agree to meet in a year,
or several years,
and every fellow
try to bring back
the most!”

‘*But who'd
keep house while
we were gone?”
inquired Maude

“Q, the house
could keep itself
like it always
does !”

*T guess Loo
to be the case,”
remarked Ben,. smiling on the housekeeper.

“Jack always thinks the bread makes itself, and
his clothes get clean only with his wearing them — ¥

“O, I’m not denying you're useful, Lucephus,”
cried gay Jack, “you’re good for a well-rope, and
you'd make a first-rate step-ladder ; and if you only
would take your stand in the garden and stay there
T’d never have to cut a bean-pole.”

“T don’t think such remarks sound very well, ad-
dressed to your sister,” came the soft contralto of
Alice the teacher, who far from being the young lady
which a city girl at her age would appear, was only a
plump, fair child like the others, but with more grav-
ity, and with longer dresses than Lucy’s. Country
girls mature slowly.

At this instant Rheem started up, exploding the
question :

“How much money has the ’Sociation, now, Treas-
urer?’” Upon this, all the seven faces including
Arthur’s — he always imitating his brothers and sis-
ters— put on a serious look, and the seven voices
inquired cautiously as became the voices of stock-
holders:

6G Why ? ”?

“ Because, if we’ve got much as six dollars’ and a
half we can buy the nicest pig of Mr. Smith and fat
him for winter!” -



“Rome AND RHEEM.”



“We need a pig,” admitted Ben, in meditation. |

“The prettiest little fellow,” pleaded Rheem;
“ and [ll take care of him, and Jack will make a pen
if he is as smart as he is at fixing up some othe
things ”’—

Here Jack winked pleadingly and shook his head
at Remus. 7

“ But isn’t it against our rules,” said Lucy, “ to spend
the Association money on things for our use? I
thought it was to start a—a—”

“A fund,” said Ben.

“Well, Rome is secretary,” cried Jack. “ Better
get the papers and see.”

Maude ran accordingly to the candle-box in which
her valuables were stored, and returned with a fistfull
of paper bits.. As she turned these records over, a
desire arose from the family to thoroughly review
their Association; so at their request she read the
following Constitution and By-laws:

THE ASSOCIATION,

We want to Club together to save money because
we are orphans and got to look out for ourselves.
And we do not want to be separated. Each one
must put in what he can, and vote what will be done
with it.

BY-LAWS.

ist. None of this money can be drawn out to
spend for candy.
and. If four of the Association agree to any invest- |
ment, the rest will have to give up.
3rd. Every month we will take ten cents out of our
fund to give to the Lord.
4th, No member can draw the Association money
unless all the others are agreed.
6th. It shall be invested in the best ways we can
find out.
Signed:
BEN?ZAMIN DOGBERRY,
ALICE DOGBERRY,
GFACK DOGBERRY,
LUCY DOGBERRKY,
RHEEM DOGBERRY,
MAUDE DOGBERRY,

his

ARTHUR » DOGBERRY

mark

Maude, Secrerary,




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_ “Now, there’s nothing said in these documents
about pigs,” said Jack. .

“But there’s nothing said against them!” cried
Remus warmly.

“Tt says,” repeated Maude in support of her fa-
vorite brother, “if four agree to any investment, the
rest will have to give up. . You made that bylaw
yourself, Mr. Jack!”

“ But,” objected Alice, “it wouldn’t.be a real
investment to buy something we were going to eat up.
We intended the Association to save for us.”

“Well, let us vote,” suggested Ben, amicably, “I’m
president. All in favor of putting the Association
money in a pig to fat and kill, hold up the hand!”

Perhaps this was not a fair way to put the question,
and influence the voters. Remus looked aggrieved as
he thrust up both hands, that nobody but his twin
seconded him.

“Well,” resumed the president: “now all in favor
of wof investing in pig, hold up the hand!”

All the other hands went up, including Arthur’s
and his milk-cup in it, trickling copiously on his head
as it descended.

“ Now, treasurer,” cried Jack, “count up our cash
and let us see how much we saved out of that pork-
speculation.” ,

Lucy went to Aer candle-box, at this suggestion,
and bringing out a tin-case, laid the wealth of the
Association before them. In scrip and pennies and
half dimes they piled it up, counting over each other’s
shoulders.

“ Two dollars!” cried Jack with emphasis, “and

“twenty-five and twenty-five are fifty "—

“Three dollars,” said Ben— .-

“And ten and ten and fifteen are thirty-five ” —

“ Just three dollars and seventy-five cents,” decided
Alice, rising from counting and beginning io clear
away the dishes.

The.. Association looked..-around at itself rather
sheepishly.

“Humph! you couldn’t ’a bought that pig if you’d
wanted to!” sneered Remus, the discomfitted fur-
nisher of “points,” with returning triumph.

“Three dollars wouldn’t buy a six dollar pig!”
added his twin, to strengthen his position.

“Well, we don’t want a pig just yet, anyhow,”
laughed paternal Ben. “We'll wait awhile and get
one some other way.”

“T should like to inquire,” said Jack, rising, as the
treasurer with her Treasure and the secretary with
her scrawled Constitution both disappeared to place
their charges again in safety, “if this was a regular
meeting? I was going to call a meeting of the Asso-
ciation to-night, and ask you all to my house!”

“ You can’t call a meeting: you aren’t President.”

“But [’m Vice. And the Vice-president has as
much authority as the President in or Association !”

“Where is your house, Jack?” inquired Lucy, help-
ing to whisk away the remains of the supper.

“T want you all to come and see,” cried Jack.
“ Arty knows. Don’t you tell, Arty! I’ve got it all fur-
nished and finished, and I’m going to begin house-
keeping there right off,”’

Jack’s eagerness having a strong effect upon the
Bunch, it was not long before the girls had their sup-
per-work done, and the house so tidy that any stray
neighbor who might peep in would have to admit that
the Dogberry children did not get onso badly! Then
they all ran out at Jack’s heels, Arthur dragging only
a step behind him, Rome and Remus with arms inter-
laced, “‘hippity-hopping,” Lucy undulating like a
young sapling tossed by a merry wind, and only Ben
and Alice pretending to saunter, and they sauntered
eagerly !

I said it was a two-sided village they lived in: it
was actually known as Old Town and New Town;
the Oid Town having been a pulseless collection of
twenty houses until a railroad, like a great artery
brought it new blood. Then every enterprising citi-
zen dragged his house to, or built a new one beside,
the railroad ; strangers came to live there also, thus
forming a modern village where all the business and
most of the living was done. But there were poor
people and old settled residents who preferred to
make no change, and still remained on the one old
street: this side of the village was therefore called
Old Town, and in ‘spite of the three or four pretty
houses on it was a sad array of tumble-in roofs and
shaky dwellings.

The Dogberry Bunch lived in New Town, on the
eastern side of the railway. Jack led them over the
shady lawn which Nature had planted so plentifully
with trees, and the girls with mounds of verbenas
pansies and all the flowers which give one the dear
delight of digging loam in spring-time and wearing
bloom in summer-time. On one side of the lawn
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was a croquet set which perhaps remains to this day
a monument of Dogberry ingenuity. The mallets
and balls Jack turned himself, and he and Ben set
up for wickets pieces of iron hoops off old tubs. As
a Bunch they were invincibly fond of croquet, and
being forbidden by their circumstances and Guardian
to spend money on the game, they had to achieve it
some other way, and Rome finally sewed little tri-
umphant red-white-and-blue flags to stick on the tops
of the painted stakes. On this victorious field their
voices might be heard nearly every summer evening ;
but Jack now led them past it and down through the
gate upon the bank beside the railroad.

“We don’t want to go to the station, Jack,” cried
Alice hesitating, as the troop filed along.

“-Tisn’t at the station,” declared Jack,

“As like as anyway,” observed Lucy with some
suspicion, “he’s playing a trick on us as he did on
me one day. He told me if I’d run down here I’d
see a Cardiff giantess on one of the gravel-flats, and
he helped me on the car, and when I couldn't see
anything but sand, he says, ‘Why, here you are]
Look at yourself! ‘A Cardiff giantess !’” sniffed Lucy.

“Deed I ain’t playing any trick!” pleaded Jack,
laughing. “Remus has seen my house, It’s only a
little further — right down there.”

“Like the’ Air-Castle in our yard?” inquired
Maude. ‘“ Have you any steps to go up into it? ”

“Yes, it has steps, but it isn’t a tree.” And div-
ing down the railroad bank, Jack cried: ‘Walk in
ladies and gentlemen of the Dogberry ’Sociation ! This
is the House that Jack made!”

CHAPTER II.

THE HOUSE THAT JACK MADE, AND THE FIRST
DOINGS IN IT.

Jack’s house was a caboose which had stood un-
used upon a side-track for some weeks. An old
brick-red affair, with windows at the sides and a door
at each end, boarded gaily and coolly, with blue in-
side. This thin coat of blue paint Jack had put on
himself, from a paint pot in the station. The indulg-
ent station-master, seeing the boy always active, let
him amuse himself as he would in the intervals be-
tween business. And the result was that Jack



applied himself to building a pleasure resort as other
men, oppressed by cares, apply themselves to creating
yachts, and country retreats and fancy gardens. The
sky-color extended over the floor also, and the walls
were relieved with heavily framed pictures of scenes
on different railway routes, exquisite prints of the
superior inducements one route offered above others,
and such other works of art as the young connois-
seur could get from the waiting-room in the depot.
That day he had also found time to make ropes of
leaves by fastening them together with pins of their
own stems, and these gala garlands hung in festoons
all around the car. Jack had a sofa, made on a sort
of locker, of two old cushions which used to belong
to his father’s buggy. Several chairs borrowed from
the station stood along the walls, and the whole
place was in such up-and-down order as only bach
elors admire. Jack helped his visitors up the rear
steps of his palace, and hustled them in with great
excitement.

“See, I can put these shutters to,” he cried, “and
darken the room. There’s a lamp in this box, and
there’s the hook on the ceiling to swing it to! Allie,
I want you to make me some white curtains, like we
have at our windows.. When it grows cold, maybe I
can put a stove up in here,” soared Jack.

“Well, what a boy!” commented Allie's low con-
tralto. ;

“ This is quite a fine place,” said Ben, “but if I’d
go and set up in the Air-Castle now, and the girls
and Rheem’d build shingle houses out among the
trees, what would the house and the Bunch come to ?”

Rome and Remus were in ecstacies with it, and
begged Jack to let them play there every afternoon,
Arthur gallopped up and down until the caboose
shook, and then took-up his station on a chair by one
of the high windows to watch the depot, that haunt

of locomotives which were the delight of his young

soul.

“But what if a train should carry this off?” ex-
claimed Lucy.

“No danger,” replied the master of the house that
Jack made. “Mr. Joyce says it isn’t needed. It
won’t be moved for a long while.”

They all sat down and tried to fancy themselves
going on a long journey in the caboose. “To Cali-
fornia,” suggested Jack, “and each of us owning a
claim in a big gold mine.” :
THE DOGBERRY BUNCH, 5



“To some place in the mountains,” said Lucy,
“where the scenery would be lovely. And oh! I
wish we could see the ocean!” ;

Ben expressed his preference for a city, while Alice
desired a country continually flowering and maturing
into fruit. Arthur, after listening to the others with
wide-spread eyes, did not find his affections weaned
from an imaginary place which he called “ Hiddley-
Giddle ;” he was fond of telling strange tales every
day about what he did in this place with two dream-
play-mates to whom he gave the not very musical
names of “ Deedle” and “ Sipsey.”” Deedle and Sipsey
were anything he wanted them to be. They were boys
or girls, or old men or dogs. If he disobeyed his elders
it was because naughty Deedle or Sipsey “ teased him
to.” They always lived in Hiddley-Giddle, and their
unseen coming and going and his remarkable conver-
sations with them amused the whole family who had
out-grown the fancied play-mates which do seem to
throng around an imaginative child of three years old.

“TLet’s have charades,” said Rome and Remus, and
the suggestion was no sooner made than the family
divided, Ben with Alice and the baby withdrawing to
sit on the railroad bank, the rest closing the shutters
on that side the caboose and setting to work upon a
“scene.” One or two flying trips were made to the
house for accoutrements, and then the audience was
called up on the platform to see “a charade of
two syllables and two scenes ;” and the caboose door,
thrown open disclosed

SCENE FIrst,

which was evidently a picture of William Tell.
Rheem, with several cushions piled under him, made
a brave little Gessler, and Loo beside him, with a
broomstick held erect, a most formidable guard.

“Bring in tke prisoner!” commanded Gessler, dim-
pling in spite of his ferocious character. The guard,
Lucy, at once opened the box and produced Jack,
who gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and in several
other ways testified his dislike to the little tyrant.

“What's your name, Tell?” inquired Gessler.

“Tell yourself!” responded the prisoner.

“T told you to tell!”

“Well, then, Tell.”

“ Guard, give the prisoner a knock.”

Guard knocked the prisoner, who howled like a





school-boy, and pranced with great agility. This
supple use of his person evidently reminded the ty-
rant of something which he immediately stated.

“T hear that you are very skillful in using the bow!
T want to see you shoot an apple on your boy’s head.”

“JT don’t see his head,” objected Tell.

“ Guard, bring the boy and the apple.”

Maude was brought from behind a chair, placed in
position for supporting the apple, which was only the
hollow gourd used for dipping water in the kitchen.
This fruit being put upon her head, Tell without
more ado produced a pea-shooter and peppered it
heartily until the tyrant expressed himself satisfied,
and the door closed.

“Tt’s ‘tell’ something,” commented Ben. But pres-
ently the

SECOND SCENE,

was uncurtained, and it seemed to be a version of
“Lady Godiva.”

Jack, with a bedquilt around him to represent lordly
robes, a tall black hat
on his head, the
broom-stick in his
hand, and a hatchet
hanging from his belt,
stalked about frown-
ing, and after him
came Lady Godiva in
her sister Alice’s
longest dress and a
shawl trailing from
her shoulders.

After the pair prom-
enaded the oppressed
“\ populace of Coven-
: try, represented by
Rheem in a pair of
his big brother’s
boots which reached
above his knees and holding a pillow-case and a
towel to his eyes, and Maude weeping under a para-
sol.

“Mr. Godiva,” pleaded my lady, “ please don’t tax
these poor people-so.”

“J will tax them all I please!” cried Mr. Go-
diva, brandishing his broomstick.

MR. AND MRS. GODIVA.
6 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.





“See how they cry!”
“Well, let them cry! It’s healthy!”
_ Here the oppressed populace howled.

“O, Mr. Godiva,” cried my lady, “if you will
promise not to tax the poor people so, I will get on a
horse and ride clear through town!”

This proposition struck Mr. Godiva very favorably,
and he grasped a chair to be used as my lady’s steed.
“Go ahead —‘T’ll promise,” said he,

~ Godiva then turned and spoke to the populace.
~ “Now, all-of you hide your eyes and don’t look at
me, and’you won’t have to pay any taxes!”

The populace instantly retired to a corner and
stuck their heads under a cushion, while Godiva
mounted her chair; and her lord divested himself of
bedquilt and hatchet, and mounted another chair to
stare her out of countenance in the character of
Peeping Tom. By the time the lady had galloped
the length of the caboose, the populace, by peeping
themselves, had become aware of his. staring, and
the descent they made on him again closed the door.

_ “Cry? Tax? What is it?” asked Alice of Ben.
“Dear me! We mustn’t let them be so. noisy! All
the people in town will be coming to see what is the
matter !”

Half a dozen boys, who were happy and ragged in
their Saturday’s release from school, and ready to in-
terest themselves in whatever might turn up, were
pressing up to the rear of the caboose; and resting
their chins on the platform they saw the charade’s
final

TABLEAU.

A peculiar kind of sheep meandered out from
some hiding-place in the caboose, with a buffalo robe
tied around him and Jack’s head appearing at one
end; and after it came a smaller sheep in plaid shawl
fleece and two paper horns over its bright eyes; and
still another sheep, all white, with long blonde hair
hanging over dark eye-lashes. It is impossible to tell





all the pranks these. sheep played.. Their idea of a
tableau was very animated! They bleated and ran
at each other; they skipped, and came down in a
stifflegged jump which was side-splitting. Over their
pasture-fence of chairs they went with perfect disre-
gard of their shins, the small sheep always following
where the large one led. Great tableau, this!

At last, head down, and still frisking with the stiff-
legged jump, they disappeared; and at once a dis-
tracted little shepherdess appeared, her short dress
tucked up, her hat pushed back, and the broomstick
again brought into play as her crook. The word was
without doubt “ Bo-Peep!” Wilhelm Tell’s “bow”
(which seemed unfair as he used a pea shooter) and
Tom’s “peep ” made the charade.

The town ragamuffins applauded so heartily, and
were so eager to introduce themselves into the
caboose, that they soon excluded Jack’s first guests.
It was growing dusk, and a breathless heat stifled the
landscape.

“We shall have a storm to-night, I believe,- said
one of the Bunch, as they all, excepting Jack, strolled
back to the house.

He came later, while they sat in the Air-Castle and
on the stoop, to tell them he meant to sleep in his
own house that night!

“You better come home, dear,” said Alice, who,
high in the old tree where a seat was fixed, called by
the children their “ Air-Castle,” could see heat-light-
nings play and adark hood of cloud drawing up
from the west. “It’s going to storm to-night.”

Well, if it stormed cats and dogs, Jack would be
as snug in the caboose as in his bed at home!

So he went back and secured his windows on the
west, leaving only one on the east and a ventilator
ajar for air; and the rest of the Bunch went in and
shut up their house. In the midnight some of them
were awakened by blinding light and by the groans
of trees, and spouts of rain beating as if to wash
the# little dwelling into some universal ocean,


THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. 7



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.

BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.

CHAPTER III.
(0, WHERE, 0, WHERE —”

HEN Benjamin -arose in the morning and

made the fire in the little back summer
kitchen to heat the kettle for breakfast, he looked
out on one of the most beautiful and burnished Sun-
day mornings this world has ever seen. The air was
clear enough to make fairy spectacles of ; the very
grass blades were strings of brilliants of the first
water; the roads were beaten out as firm and clean as
granite.

One by one the Dogberrys appeared, each looking
as live and burnished as if just out of a storm-bath,
also. Excepting Jack, who did notcome. The table
was laid, and they all sat down on their chairs in a
great circle; and sang one of Philip Phillips’ songs
about the “Home of the Soul,” their souls fairly
dancing on the music because they were such a com-
fortable Bunch. Then all their knees plumped down
on the floor at once, and they said the Lord’s Prayer
as one man, Rome and Remus kneeling opposite
each other at the same chair, and almost knocking
noses with fervor, their eyes being shut. They rose
up and the Treasurer of the ’Sociation, according to
Sunday morning custom, brought pennies from the
fund and laid them on the table ready for Arthur, or
whoever took his turn that day, to carry to Sunday-
school.

Still Jack did not come.

“T D’lieve he’s going to sleep all day,” cried
Rheem.

“Maybe something’s happened!” cried Rome,
spreading her black eye-lashes.

“ Run. and call him,” said Alice.

“And tell him to hurry,” added Loo, the house-
keeper. “We sha’n’t have much time to get the
work done before Sunday-school.”

You may picture to your mind’s eye this Bunch



starting to Sunday-school in the respectable ways they
had been trained to: all in pairs, or threes, or a group,
all jolly, and somewhat proper in their good clothes,
the mothers of the village looking after them with
pride, and the fathers nodding smilingly.

“J wonder if our young ones would get along as
well,” says Mother Thomas, a large, generous woman,
to her husband, a wizened, gray, ailing man, “if we
had to leave ’em?”

“T don’t know,” he groans, “if they had my health
all the time, they couldn’t do much.”

“Good-morning, little Bunch,” says Mother Darling,
the doctor’s wife, a smiling, black-eyed woman, rust-
ling past them with her last baby all dressed in white.
“fT have a nice big mess of peas for your dinner if
some of you will come over and get it directly after
Sunday-school.”

“Them young ones does beat all!” says big John
White, whittling a fence-rail and talking stock with a
brother stock-shipper, but never failing to laugh a
sort of benediction on the Bunch as they go by.

In this way the neighbors in the village take kindly
notice of them. But to-day different ejaculations
will be heard, for the Dogberry Bunch is broken and
a Berry has dropped out.

Rome and Remus came running from their errand
of calling Jack, like two young hens. Now Rheem
fell down and Rome tumbled over him, and as soon
as she gained her feet, her twin made a dash and
tumbled over her. But neither of them heeded these
mishaps. Sprawled on the floor, they both gasped
out to the astonished family :

“ Fack’s gone!”

“Gone where?” in chorus.

“Don’t know! He ain’t there!”

“Did you look in the caboose? ”

“THE CABOOSE IS GONE!”

All Dogberry-dom now stood up, and let the break-
fast alone, excepting Arthur who was in his high-
chair, and who required a good reason for leaving it.
8 THE DOGBERRY BUNCH,



“Why, where zs the caboose?” asked bewildered
Ben.

“Maybe the lightnin’ struck it!”
burnt up!” from the twins.

“It’s been taken off somewhere by trains in the

“Maybe it’s





jack ’s GONE!

night!” exclaimed convinced Lucy. “I just told
him so!”

“Where’s Jack?” cried Alice.

That was the question — where was Jack?

“Just as like as not they’ve poured a whole lot of
grain — or hogs—in on him and smothered him!”
said Rome beginning to brim with tears.

“Especially the hogs,” observed Ben, “ which
would certainly smother if poured very fast!”

“T don’t think it’s funny a bit!” cried Rome.

“T don’t either.
And I don’t see how Jack could sleep while the cars
were jarring. Pshaw! maybe itisn’t gone at all! It
blew like anything last night. The caboose may have
rolled farther down the track.”

They all ran to see. Up and down the rails with
their hands shielding their eyes from the morning
sun, they looked and scampered. Some disabled old
coal-flats and one box car lay on the switch. These,
and nothing more.

Ben ran to Mr. Joyce, the station-master, and the
rest of the Bunch, not knowing what else to do, ran
after him. Mr. Joyce had been kept up late, and
their loud raps at his door lasted some time before

But they don’t load cabooses.



he appeared. He was a pleasant-faced man ana
laughed when he saw how he was besieged.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“Where’s Jack, Mr. Joyce?”

“Home, isn’t he?”

“No, sir. He.slept in that caboose he fixed up for
his house, last night —”

“ And it’s gone!” howled Maude.

Arthur by this time began to understand the ca-
lamity which had befallen his house, and having
missed his favorite all the morning, now puckered up
his face and set up a yell which brought the whole |
street to the doors.

Mr. Joyce seized his station key and hurried to the
little freight-house.and depot. He searched every-
where and looked puzzled. He looked up and down
the track, but the red caboose was gone.

“Well, upon my word!” he exclaimed, while a
more doleful note came from the depressed Bunch.

“ Hush, Arty!” soothed Alice, “Jacky isn’t hurt.”

“Why, no,” cried Joyce, “but I don’t see how it
happened! There was a fearful storm when that last
fre.ght was making up. They had a lot of empty
box cars to take up here. The caboose must have
got run in among them. It was a through Beat for
Cincinnati. I'll inquire along the road.”

He went to the instrument, and while it clicked the
disconsolate Dogberry Bunch hearkened and thought
of their absent Berry.

“Vou better go home, and don’t be frightened,”
said Mr. Joyce. “It'll be sometime before I get an
answer. I'll let you know where he is as soon as I
find out, and TP’ll have them search Number 5. If
it made a good run, itll be in Cincinnati this after
noon. Don’t you be scared, Jack can take care of
himself. I’ll send a message to the depot-master of
the C. H. & D. road, and he’ll look after Jack when
he gets there.”

“Thank you, Mr. Joyce,” said Sweet Alice sol-
emnly, turning the head of the party homeward, and
leading Arthur by the hand.

“Where’s Jack?” cried the poor little fellow con-
tinually. “Iwanthim. I want my Jack!”

And everybody failing to produce his favorite, he
sat down’on the road and beat the rails with all the
might of his little heels, the angry blood flushing
even his head till it glowed like a eo s through his
hair.




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“ Get up, Arty,” begged Loo, tremulously: “ Brother
will come back pretty soon,’

“T want him now!” howled the baby.

“Let’s go and hunt Jacky,” volunteered Maude.

“Where?” yielded the youngster, allowing him-

‘self to be stood up, and his petticoats to be brushed.
“Will we go on train? where’s big engine? where we
hunt Jack, Romey ?”

“O, pshaw ! Jack’s all right,” said Ben easily, as
they trooped under the trees and re-entered their
dwelling.

And beginning to see the whole affair in the light
of a joke, the family at this point broke out laughing,
and sat down gaily to breakfast ; still with the excep-
tion of the little brother in skirts, who asked at in-
tervals; “ Where Jacky gone? where him gone?”

“Gone off with Deedle and Sipsey,” replied
Rheem, bantering the baby, “gone to Hidley-Gid-
dle.”

“What’s this?” cried Mother Darling, the doctor’s







wife, running in with the baby half-dressed, its dim-
ples huddled in a shawl ; “ they say Jack got carried
off by a freight train last night. Is it so?”

“Yes’m,” replied the Bunch, laughing; and Ben
rose to place a chair for the little mother,



“ What’s happened to you young ones ?” exclaimed
brawny Mother Thomas, sailing in with her portly
air.

The story was told over again, and the mothers also
reassured them as Mr. Joyce had done. They held
quite a levee, their neighbors ran in and out so, until
the small bell of the small white church rang for Sab-
bath-school. Mr. Joyce sent a message that he could
find out nothing certain about Jack, but everything
was certainly going well with Number 5, or he would
hear .it over the wires.

The Bunch was broken for the day. They went
straggling.

‘““Where’s Arthur?” inquired Alice, shaking out
her parasol as she and Loo started.

“Gone with Rome and Rheem, I think.”

Rome and Rheem were walking primly along talk-
ing of the great event which had disturbed the nine-
teenth century that-day. Maude’s finery consisted
principally of a lilac silk mantilla which had belonged
to her mother. Her eyes expanded like two head-
lights over her Sunday gear, when the question of
Arthur’s whereabouts was put.

“Why, didn’t Mrs. Darling take him when she

came along with the baby? Oh, maybe Ze’s lost
too!”
The idea! But he was not in the little white-

washed church, where the village children were sing-
ing joyfully through their noses. Mother Darling,
when whispered to, did not know anything about
him. Ben, being summoned from the “ Youth's
Bible Class,” ran to every house in search of him,

Then the town was roused.

It was funny for a live, big boy like Jack to be car-
ried off in the night: people could grin at such a
mishap ; but when the three-year-old of the town’s
prize orphans disappeared as suddenly as if dropped
in a pit, the Bunch’s bereavement looked startling.
Several fathers went to work dragging their cis-
terns: a group went to examine Sugar Creek.

There was at one end of the street which formed
Old Town a tottering shell which once served ag a
tavern; but being forsaken by every respectable
creature in the place, was now the haunt of all sorts
of wretches. More than a dozen families crowded
it. It was fit to compare with city tenements ; and
this swarming den was known as the “ Beehive.”
Tramps passing through the town, made this their
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stopping-place. A stoop composed of rotting boards
was in front of it, and a different colored rag ap-
peared at every window, from which nearly all sash
and glass were broken. ;

John White hurried to the “ Beehive” to ask them
about little Arthur. The Bees, although their neigh-
bors took so little interest in them, felt a lazy interest
in their neighbors, and were generally peeping out of
the “Beehive” or buzzing on the stoop, to see what

might be going on in the town. To-day being Sun- |

day and no trains running, they were out in strong
force, smoking, and blinking their cadaverous eyes _
gaunt, nerveless-looking men, dirty and only half
alive. Women’s voices, scolding, made the inside of
the “Beehive” ring. Some playful young Bees
played marbles and pulled hair at one end of the
stoop.

“How d’ye do,” said easy John White to the men
who pulled out their pipes and listened with calm pat-
ronage to their wealthier neighbor. “ Have you seen
anything of a little fellow around here? The Dog-
berry children have lost their baby — about three
years old — chap in petticoats.”

“When — did — they — lose — him?” inquired
one of the Bees with a slow drawl: they were above
excitement. ;

“Missed him a couple of hours or so ago, but
don’t remember seeing him since breakfast. One of
them dressed him for Sunday-school before break-
fast; and then one of the boys got run off on a
freight, and it excited them so they forgot about the
little fellow.”

The Bees pulled their pipes silently, as if they had
all found first-rate honey-tubes.

“ He had on a little linen dress,” continued John ;
“thinnish child ; blue eyes, light: I expect you know
him. I’m afraid he’s found the creek! You haven't
seen anything of him?”

“ Saw —a— little — young one,” volunteered one

deliberate drone, “ go — past — with —a—woman —
’s morning. Didn’t —stop — here.”

“ 7 —saw — him,” added another Bee.. “ Thought
— she —was — playin’—with him. Movers —over
— in — the — woods — last — night.”

“Light child — linen dress?’”’ asked John White.

“Ve—es,” drawled the Bee,

“The Dogberry baby, do you think?”

“JT — thought — it — was — him.”



John White made haste to carry this news, and
several men got upon horses and galloped in the di-
rection the movers’ caravan was said to have taken.
As he supposed, the strollers were only agueish. In-
dianians trailing away to some point farther west.
Their wagon was covered with canvas stretched on
hoops, and drawn by horses paired like David and
Goliah, fearfully thin, and Goliah wheezing as if every
breath must be his last. Inside the wagon cowered
the usual hollow-cheeked settler, his care-worn wife
and fifteen children, in various stages of chills-and-
fever. It was too great a satire to suppose such a
man had picked up the missing boy, but the men in-
quired if he had seen a stray child. The settler had
not seen any stray child. His wife, kind soul, was
full of sympathy when she heard a child was lost,
and counted her fifteen over with more thankful
heart. x

They hunted New Town and Old Town, they
dragged the creek above and below the dam, they
searched the woods: the long summer afternoon wore
away and night came, and still little Arthur Dogberry
was not found.

CHAPTER IV.
THE RAILROAD MUTINY.

Wuen Jack awoke in the caboose, he was aston-
ished by a roaring and rumbling and also by the
motion which shook him to and fro. He had heard
the storm in the night, but this.was not the sound of
astorm. His bristling hair fairly stood on end as he
recognized the grinding whirr of wheels. Opening a
shutter, he poked his head into the dark and dodged
back just in time to avoid the scaffolding of a bridge
they were passing.

“Ves, sir!” said Jack, sitting down to his convic-
tions, “ this caboose has started on its travels, and has
invited Mr. J. Dogberry to go along. Thank you,
ma'am. My health was needing a little trip. I det
they'll laugh at home! Loo’ll never forget it! She'll
keep it to pay me back for the Cardiff giantess with !
She said I’d get run off. I wonder what Arty’ll do?
Which way is this train going?”

He opened the door at one end, and saw a blank
wall of freight running in front of him; he opened












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the door at the other end and made out a similar
sight. The landscape was lightening: he could make
out trees and high gravelled banks.

Jack shut the door, and sitting down by an open
shutter, enjoyed his trip. The explanation which Mr.
Joyce had given the children occurred to him: his
caboose was taken up among empty freight cars:
these would be thrown off on some switch or other
track, and he must watch his chances for a return
journey. He heartily enjoyed his adventure.

Toward morning the rattling train ran into a sad,
bedraggled town. The storm was left far behind,
and it is probable that Jack the Nimble would have
climbed to the tops of the freights long before and
made acquaintance with every man having them in

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JACK,

charge, if the novelty of his position had not kept
him still.

There seemed to be a lock in the progress of the
train, Jack saw the the name “ Pontiac” in large
black letters over the depot door. Several other
trains were massed on switches and tracks leading
to different points of the compass. Pontiac, dark
and draggled as it appeared, was something of a rail-
road centre. The train stood still, but nothing was
loading, nothing cast off.

It was now nearly“ Sunday morning. “ Perhaps this
is the end of the trip,” said Jack, “but I thought our
Number 5 was a through freight for Cincinnati.”

He stepped down into the coal dust and wandered
along the train. It was naw that very dark hour just

‘not have classed himself with these men.



a

before day-dawn: a knot of men with a lantern were
muttering near the engine. . One, grimed but com-
manding, was certainly the engineer; the others
brakemen of this and other trains massed at Pontiac.
They were complaining bitterly of measures taken
by the Company who owned the road. As Jack heard
them he felt they were half in the right: their money
was overdue ; they were threatened with a reduction
of pay, and they would strike! So far so good.
Young Dogberry silently endorsed all he heard. He
thought right was right, whether on his side or on the
side of the man who employed him. If a man would
not pay for service he ought to suffer inconvenience
and loss by having the service taken from him with-
out warning. But pretty soon some more men came
up, of the very worst sort. Whether they were rail-
road employés or: vagrants, Jack could not make
out. They talked as if they owned the roads and
were masters of the roads’ interests, but Jack con-
sidered himself a railroad employé, and-he would
They had
a lot of oil and matches, and mentioned “ firing ” and
“breaking,” and excited the others, excepting one
who went and sat down on the side of a platform.

Jack followed him.

“What they going to do?” he asked.

The brakeman replied rather indifferently that he
didn’t know: raise the old Satan likely.

“ But this freight that came down from Chicago —
oughtn’t it to go on?”

The brakeman laughed, and said it ought to throw
off half the empty boxes and take on four or five
cars of cattle to run into Cincinnati: “but the engi-
neer is drunk,” he added, “and they’re all on a
strike, him at the head of them. I don’t know how
itll end. I don’t intend to have nothing to do with
it if Ican help it, but if I’m forced in I’ll have to do
as the others do. All that I’m afraid of is that they
are going to make mischief, and destroy property.
The Road Aasm’¢ treated us fair. Still, burning stock
is dirty business.” ;

“No, I don’t like that, myself,” said Jack maturely,
‘and 1 think this train ought to be got through. It’s
pretty near Sunday morning. We’ve been here over
an hour.” ,

“What train do you belong to?” inquired the
brakeman.

Jack explained his presence, and then added. “If
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all the rest are deserting, don’t you think we could.
get it through ourselves ?”

The train-hand laughed.

“Well,” exclaimed the boy, “I know all about an
engine. The engineers on our road have taken me
up and down. I ain’t in the railroad business for
nothing, I tell ye! Don’t you suppose I’ve picked up
everything? ”

At this moment a yell was raised by some of the
men in mutiny.

“T wish I was home in the city,” said the brake-
man discontentedly.

“You just wait a bit!” cried Jack, dashing into
the telegraph office. Here a sleepy young, man, dis-
turbed and inefficient, had just finished sending over
the wires to headquarters an account of the disturb-
ances pending.

Jack.seized a telegraph blank and hastened to
write : ;

“Engineer and all but one man of through freight
Number-5, have struck: going to bea fuss. I can
bring it through all right, with orders.

“J. DOGBERRY,”

“Who sends this message ?” inquired the operator,
eyeing the young man.

“ Dogberry, sir.”

In the midst.of the impending riot which Pontiac’s
small muster of police could never quell, the operator
did not inquire minutely about Dogberry, but secretly
commending him for keeping out of sight, sent his
message. Before the last click, a frowsy man rushed
in.
“Tt’s all up,” he exclaimed, “we can’t get out of
here unless the Company sends me another engineer,
and there'll be worse mischief yet before one can
come! Got my orders?” ,

“Have ’em in a few minutes,” replied the opera-
tor. “Man here offered to take your train through.”

From this conversation Jack understood that the
man was the conductor of Number s, and he waited
as breathlessly as the conductor for orders. In afew
minutes the answer came. The conductor was or-
dered to put Engineer Dogberry in the cab and to
proceed at once. Dogberry’s orders were minute.
The conductor seized them.

“There’s his fireman over there,” said the operator,
pointing to Jack.





——
-The conductor thrust the orders into his hand.
“There’s one brakeman I can rely on,” he ex-

claimed, “he and I will attend to the coupling. In

ten minutes we want to pick up these cattle cars and
be out of here!”

He ran in one direction, Jack in the other. The
boy leaped into the cab, piled fuel in his furnace, and
made a quick examination of his locomotive. The
orders were very brief and plain; he had them by
heart in a moment.

A few faint streaks began to appear in the east,
and a general light diffused itself. Jack ran his en-
gine and the cars attached, forward, and at a signal
backed upon a switch and took up the waiting stock.
These movements were so sudden and unexpected,
that he was really under way before the groups of
rough men saw that a train was moving out. Some
of them were talking of heaping the freights and set-
ting them on fire. The engineer who forsook Num-
ber 5, came leaping along beside the train, flushed
with anger and drink. He caught sight of the little
fellow in his engine cab and yelled at him. He
looked so furious and all the running men looked so
furious that J. Dogberry was roused through every
molecule of his blood. These men might try to throw
things under the wheels and so ditch the train: a
shot was fired, the ball splintering.a panel of the cab ;
I only do Jack justice when I say he hardly thought
of the ball — his mind was taken up with the results
of a disaster if disaster there should be. He put on
a full head of steam, and the empty freights and cat-
tle cars sailed away! He was now accountable for
the train—he a mere boy!— when the Company
probably thought they were entrusting it to a man
and a licensed locomotive engineer. The thing he
had undertaken with the best but unconsidered im-
pulses, now looked very startling. Still, Jack knew
what he was about, and his iron horse in a twinkling
was out of Pontiac and sailing along over the open
country. The Road was certainly a mismanaged
one, but at that time discontent among the em-
ployés was not general. There were no other
strikes on the line, and safe out of Pontiac, the men
having the train in charge anticipated no other
trouble than stoppages caused by their delay.

Morning advanced. Jack stood up to his business,
his determined eye watching the road ahead, his hand



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distant stray animals off the track. Through forest
and across highways, as the day grew brighter around
him, over river bridges, and along green corn-fields,
he roared on and on! _

Everything going smoothly, the conductor left the
rear, ran along the tops of the cars, leaping gaps be-
tween them, dropped into the tender and entered the
engine-cab. .

He looked all around, holding back the congratula-
tory speech ready on his lips.

“Hullo, fireman, where’s Dogberry?”

“ Here, sir.”

“The engineer, I mean.
Pontiac?” ;

“Tm the man,’ says Jack, examining the steam
gauge again. Upon which. the conductor sat down.

“You little rat!” said he at last. “I£ you hadn’t
been so plucky I’d pitch you and your cheek off the
train!”

Man that run us out of

CHAPTER V.

“ONE BY ONE BEYOND RECALL.” —Sovg.





AW me! what as become
of the child!” whispered
Mother Dr. Darling in an
awe-struck voice, as she
tossed her own white clean
baby among the panic-
filled Dogberrys who were
left. She and Mrs.
Thomas and a few other
neighbors were talking
apart. Ben and Sweet
Alice sat by the table ;
she with her head down,
he looking dazed and pale.
Loo stood by the window
shaking with sobs, while
Rome and Remus were
making the air melodi-
in the kitchen,



It was Monday evening, and the townspeople had
given Arty up. They agreed that le had been carried -’
away. The old Bee of the “ Beehive,” who claimed
to have seen the child with a woman, when closely
questioned was not sure of anything. It was alla
paralyzing mystery. Joyce kindly telegraphed both
ends of the road inquiring for a stray child. They
could not find him in Sugar Creek or the mill pond.
At thought of the little fellow down in the slime or
gravel, his rigid hands clinched on dead leaves, the
elder Dogberrys were frantic. It was also maddening
to think he might be in the hands of some evil-
minded person who abused him—he might be hungry

‘or sick.

“Is Ben, or is Miss Alice in?” asked Mr. Joyce,
stepping upon the door-stone.

Ben and Alice were both at the door, and under
their elbows pressed the twins, while Mothers Thomas
and Darling pressed at their backs.

“ Have you heard anything?” inquired Alice, wip-
ing her eyes. It was poor little Arty’s funeral with-
out his body left as a visible sign of consolation.

“Pve got a telegram from Danport, “said Joyce.
“There was a child picked up there to-day — hurt on
the streets.” .

Rome and Remus uttered a mournful howl ; they
had no doubt the hurt child was Arthur.

“Name not known,” continued Joyce ; “the child
was run over and unconscious. Taken to the house
of a lady named Greenoff.”

“Aunt Greenoff!” exclaimed the five Dogberrys
in awe.

Alice turned to Ben.

“We'd better go and see if it’s Arty,” said Ben.

“ Of course !” cried Mother Darling eagerly, “take
our buggy! the Doctor is riding horse-back now.”

“And put our sorrel into it,’ added Mother
Thomas ; “he’s a good traveller. Thomas isn’t using
him for anything.”

Now Danport was an old rich town, lying only
twelve miles distant ; its railroad connection with the
new village, however, was roundabout and included
several delays and changes of cars. People seldom
thought of going to Danport, therefore, otherwise
than by their own conveyances.

“Yes, and just you get ready right away,” added
one of the neighbors, “and we’ll get some supper for
you.”
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The neighborly hands made themselves busy, some
preparing the meal, others putting Alice into her best
dress, her black alpaca, and making up a bundle of
such things as the young Heads of the house might
need. It was now her vacation, so she could leave
the school. Presently Ben drove up the Doctor’s
buggy and Thomas’ stiff, old sorrel. Then he hurried
into his Sunday suit, and the shattered family sat
down to a quick meal, Mother Darling and Mother
Thomas waiting on them as if they were so many

babies, and these good women were particularly fond

of babies.

“ We'll be back as quick as we can,” said Alice to
the three Berries left. “Rheemie and Maud, you
mind Loo, and all take care of yourselves.”

Just as Ben gathered the lines off old sorrel’s back, .

and began to drive off, John White came running,
waving his hand to stop them. He drew out a very
large pocketbook before reaching the buggy.

“Going to Danport to see if Arty’s there, eh? Ben,
you'll need some money. How much have you?”

Ben colored. He didn’t know, but guessed he had
about a dollar and a half in his purse.

“ Pshaw! that won’t pay a livery bill, to say noth-
ing of other expenses you may have. I want to loan
you ten dollars. Take both bills: if you don’t need
’em you can bring ’em back, you know. ‘That’s all.
I won’t stop you any longer.”

“ How good everybody is!” said Allie, leaning back
on the stuffed cushions of Dr. Darling’s old carriage,
as if it was the full heart of humanity beating under
her; “we hadn’t time to draw my money, and I
didn’t even think of it.”

The mothers of the town withdrew to their own
homes, and Lucy and the twins sat down on the front
stoop, forlorn and watching.

“T wonder if ‘twas Arty?” questioned Rheem.

“He’s hurt awful bad!” snuffed Maude.

“T don’t believe ’#was Arty. Aunt Greenoff,” said
the boy, handling his strange relative’s name with
great respect, “ would send us word.”

“ She wouldn’t know Arty,” said Loo sadly.
never saw him in her life.
about any of us.”

“What makes her our aunt?” propounded Rome.

“ She isn’t. She’s a cousin, or something, of moth-
er’s. We’ve always been poor and her folks were
always rich, That’s why she never came to see us,”

“ She
She doesn’t know much



explained Lucy simply, and without the least bitter-
ness.

Next morning while the three children sat at
breakfast, Mr. Joyce stepped up on the stoop with
more telegraphic news.

He looked puzzled. :

“ There’s a child exactly answering Arty’s descrip-
tion,” said he, “up in Carver City. A tramping
woman brought him in.”

“ What’ll we do?” cried Loo. “Ben and Alice are
gone to Danport.”

“Let me go to Carver City,” said Remus.

“And me,” added Rome.

“ Lucy had better go,” suggested Mr. Joyce, “ and
you two little fellows keep house. - There’s the half-
past eight passenger coming. JI can put you on that |
and you'll get back on the four o’clock accommoda-
tion. They stop here half an hour for breakfast.”

In half ‘an hour, therefore, Lucy, the house-mother,
forsook her charge and set out in search of that
other charge. The Dogberrys had been steadily
decreasing like John Brown’s little Indians, and now
the twins sat by themselves, too anxious to play
heartily, in a sort of Sabbath day of expectancy.
Rome got some dinner of bread and butter, berries
and cold beef, which Remus solemnly helped her
despatch. And shortly after a very little fellow from
the “ Beehive ” peeped around the door-post.

“ Say!” saluted the urchin.

“Ffullo, Jacey ! Come in,” said the host.

“No, I don’t want to. Come out here.”

What is that free-masonry among boys which refuses
roofing? Your brother’s chum comes and whistles
for him, and, obedient as a dog, he springs from his
place and runs out to answer the whistle. If Julia
or Dora should stand on the pavement and whistle for
you, how you would resent the girl’s breeding and im-
pertinence ! “ Does she think I’m going to run to her?
Indeed ! let her ring the bell, or come in at the side
door!” Brother Tom, however, will gallop half a
square to encounter his signal-giver. And although
Rheem was not intimate with Jacey Dixon from the .
“ Beehive,” that request to see him out of doors
struck home at once, aud he went out to consult
Jacey.

“You found yer little brother?” asked Jacey, by
way of introducing the subject, and wiping his nose
along the whole length of his arm as he spoke.


BIG TOE. 1s



“No. Ben and Alice have gone to Danport and Maude came to the door and joined in the consul-
Loo’s gone to Carver City —” tation. And the result was that the little house was
‘“‘Well, he ain’t neither place. I bet I know just | left alone, without one Dogberry in it, standing silent
where he is!” and lonesome in the pleasant sammer afternoon, A

“T bet you don’t!” cried Remus, becoming ex- | barren stem —the Berries all rolling away.

cited. : (TO BE CONTINUED.)







BIG TOE.



BY ELLA M. BAKER,



But Vl tell you what then ;—
* You sha’n’t do so again,”

O you know old Big Toe?
He’s the head of the row,



So it’s his place to show

Every fat, smaller toe.
How to be good and grave,

And just how to behave.

But this naughty Big Toe,

I must say, don’t do so ;
He is wilful and bold,
Don’t stay where he is told ;
Just as papa’s pigs do,

He tries to get out, too.

One-day company came,

And — think what a shame!

This same naughty Big Toe

Not keeping, you know,

Jn nice shoe and stocking,

Crept out — O, how shocking ! —

And put his head through
A window in the shoe,

As saucy as could be!
Everybody could see,
Aud poor mamma was so
Mortified at Big Toe!

She said to bad Big Toe.

She went right and bought, O!
Such stout copper toes!

If he gets out of those,



That shut him in, tight

And snug, out of sight

With the other toes small,
The right place for them all,

I am sure I don’t know

What she'll do with Big Toe!
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By Mary HarTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER VI.

LOO GETS OUT OF, AND BEN AND ALICE GET INTO,
SOCIETY.

Ue LEN My. Joyce put
Loo upon the train
for Carver City he
had in his hand
a message from
Jack, but the new
interest concern-
ing Arthur put it

he forgot even to
mention it to her.
The message said:

“Mr. Joyce: I
got carried off in
the caboose. Am
inCincinnati. Tell
our children am























































coming back just as soon as possible.
“Jack DOoGBERRY.”

Loo had in her pocket the money she made selling
strawberries and which she had been saving for a
new dress. But when the train started and the con-
' ductor came to her and spoke about her little lost
brother, and she produced her worn portmonnaie, he
said it “was all right.” Joyce was sending her up
on his pass; and he, the conductor, would speak to
the conductor of the return train about her. Loo
thanked him and sat still, feeling awed by the unac-
customed rush at which she was going, and fixing in
her mind the course Mr. Joyce told her to take when
she reached Carver City. She was to inquire of the
station-master the way to the Dubbs House, and at
the Dubbs House for a little boy about three years

out of his mind so’





old, taken by the authorities from a tramping woman
to be held until. called for by his friends.

The smoky houses, dirty suburbs and pert city af-
fectation of the town of Carver soon appeared. Be-
wildered Lucy was helped off the train politely by
the conductor and followed the other passengers into
the depot. After some inquiry she found the person
who had charge of the depot, and he sent an em-
ployé to show her to the Dubbs House. Entering
that lordly brick pile, amid the sounding of dinner-
gongs and the rush of cheerful people more at home
away from home than she, Loo stood anxiously in a
vestibule while the messenger inquired at the clerk’s
office. Presently a waiter led her up-stairs to a par-
lor.

“When was that little child left here?” was the in-
quiry passed from the clerk’s office to the proprietor,
and from the proprietor to his various assistants.

Into the very parlor where Loo sat huddled up on
a stiff sofa, a little boy came bouncing, and immedi-
ately after him a woman with her hat and gloves in
her hand. She seemed unable to let the child get
out of her sight, and called him shrilly when he
peeped out upon the balcony. As she was drawing
on her gloves a very pleasant gentleman appeared and
walked up to Loo.

“Yes,” said he, “here you are. This is the little
boy, and he has just been claimed by his friends who
are taking him away.” 7

Loo looked hard at the child. There was no sign
of Arty about him. He had bluff blue eyes and dark
hair, and was fat and boisterous. She wondered ‘if
she wasn’t forgetting how Arty looked—he had been
lost so long! She took out her handkerchief and
wiped her eyes and then noticed that the child’s
mamma was regarding her keenly, as if suspicious
that s#e might be another vagrant after that precious
little son.

“This young Miss’s brother has been lost or
stolen, also,” explained the kind proprietor of the
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Dubbs House.
eh?”

“Sunday morning,” sobbed Loo.

“T am very sorry we haven’t him here, too,” said
the proprietor, and then a waiter called him out. |

As soon as the recovered child’s mamma understood
the state of the case she went and sat by Loo, ask-
ing a thousand questions, even shedding tears with
her own calamity so fresh in mind. She went away
reluctantly and had her boy kiss Loo.so many times at
parting, that the youngster lost patience and roared
indignantly until he was out of hearing.

Hours must pass before Lucy could return home.
She did not think of dinner, but walked out of the
Dubbs House and wandered about the streets, won-
dering if Ben and Alice also had found somebody
else’s child.

“Lost since yesterday- morning,

Ben and Alice hastened along in Dr. Darling’s
buggy, drawn by Thomas’ good old sorrel, which put
the miles behind him as fast as any sorrel need to.
The lamplighter was just touching up the street gas
in Danport as they drove in, looking each out at a
side of the conveyance and timid about what they
ought to do,

“Do you know where Mrs. Greenoff lives?” in-
quired Ben of the lamplighter, as that cantering gen-
tleman mounted a lamp on the curb at which he drew
up sorrel. ,

“ Right there,” answered the man, indicating a res-
idence whose face he had just illuminated, and so
saying he cantered on.

It was a brown-stone front with a flight of broad steps
guarded by lions in stone. Lace drapery shaded the
lights within. If Ben and Alice had not been so
anxious about Arthur, their simple country feet must
have felt shy on the steps of this palace. Ben tied
sorrel to a ring in the pavement and mounted to the
coor with his sister.

A very neat girl opened the door to. them, and
showed a vast expanse of hall melting away into a
flight of velvet-covered stairs.

“Is Mrs. Greenoff at home?”
voice.

“T believe she is,” replied the servant doubtfully.

“We have come to see if a little child we heard was
hurt here, was our little brother.”

Inspecting them quickly and with surprise, the girl

trembled Ben’s

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showed them into a small room on the left side of tie
hall, which was evidently Mrs. Greenoff’s morning-
room and library. Black walnut shelves filled two op-
posite sides of the room, where books stood shoulder
against shoulder in rich array. The top of the shelves
glistened with china; there were rare old cups, so
thin that their closely wrought pictures seemed painted
on air; green and brown majolica in pug dogs and
tall, glistening vases; fanciful faiénce, and pitchers
of purest porcelain; and on a round table was a
brown-red chocolate téte-4-téte set, which looked as
if it had been used within the hour; in fact, it was
Mrs. Greenoff’s habit to order chocolate into the 1.-
brary every evening before dinner-time. There were
easy-chairs of every description. The padded floor
drowned every step. And, stooping from the centre
of the high frescoed ceiling, a bronze Hymen held
out two torches of gas; one a mere star, the other a
clear flame, which revealed fully the names of the
books in the cases, the pictures, and a marble copy
of the Medicean Venus.

“Do you think Artie is 4ere?” whispered poor
Sweet Alice.

“T—don’t— know,” was all Ben Bolt could reply.

They waited some minutes. Ben squatted on a
camp-stool, balancing himself carefully, Alice sinking
deeper and deeper into a velvet chair.

“Isn’t it lovely here?” said Alice again,
must be so rich, Ben!”

The door opened and “she” entered: Mrs. Greenoff,
widow. with eyes which were black aud keen when she wished
to be penetrating, and brown and soft when she
wished to be winning. Her silk garments clung close
and statuesque around her, without trailing and with-
out much rustle. Her white, fine hands glittered
with the liquid white of diamonds. Her eyes were
black and penetrating as she looked at the children
when they rose up before her. Ben’s camp-seat rose
part of the way with him and tumbled back in a col-
lapse. His face turned red, but he stood up finely
and holding his hat in his hand, made his bow,

“We are the Dogberry children,” said Ben.

“She



“Indeed,” said Mrs. Greenoff.

“Yes, ma’am. And Arty, our youngest, got lost
Sunday morning; and Mr. Joyce, that’s the agent in
New Town, got a telegram that there was a little boy

| here. So we came to see if it was he.”
38



Ben used his best grammar and held himself as
became the Head of the Bunch. Inwardly he was
slightly nettled at the lady’s manner, and though he
admired her intensely he wished her to see he came
on business and for nothing else.

But Mrs. Greenoff now came forward and took
both children by the hand.

“T have not seen you since you were babies,” said
she, “but I am glad to see Sarah Dogberry’s chil-
dren. I have often thought of looking after you,
but matters of one kind or another always prevented
me. Yes, there was a little child hurt on this street

‘this morning, and I have him up-stairs. I do not
know your little brother, but I am afraid— I do not
know whether to say I am afraid, or I hope, it is he.
Come up with me quietly and you may see him, But
don’t agitate him. He is asleep now. An omnibus
ran over him,” continued Mrs. Greenoff, leading them
up the padded stairs and along another vast, dimly-
lighted hall, “ but, fortunately, he was only knocked
down and bruised a little. Still, he is such an ex-
citable child the doctor says he must be kept quiet
as possible, or the strong emotions he has been under
will produce fever.”

She opened a door into a cool, high room which
suggested glaciers and mountains and cascades to a
travelled mind, but to Ben and Alice it suggested
mothing but Arty.

A quiet woman
with a broad lap,
in a black dress,
and white apron,
rose, obeying a
sign from Mrs.
Greenoff, and
drew the curtain
back off a large
crib standing in
the middle of the
room. There he
lay. It was Arty!
His delicate face
was flushed and
every hair on his
head glinted in
theold way. Bless
the wax-like
hands folded on the counterpane !





















































































Ir WAS ARTY!

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mouth! Bless his downy, golden eyebrows and the
lashes flaring so from his lids! Alice could scarcely
keep from flying at him and squeezing him to her
heart’s content. Now that he was alive and safe
and not badly hurt, his youug foster-parents realized
what a huge weight of suspense they had carried.
Ben groaned joyfully. The nurse, understanding the.
case, smiled sympathizingly; and two crystal tears
rolled from Alice’s full eyes down her clear cheeks.

“She is quite a pretty little thing,” thought Mrs.
Greenoff. She motioned them to follow her out again
and they reluctantly descended the stairs after her.

“He is really doing very well,” said she. “Iam
exceedingly glad he was brought to this house.”

“When can we take him back?” asked Ben,

Mrs. Greenoff laughed.

“My dear boy, I don’t intend to let that baby go
away under a week. Indeed, the doctor says he
must not be farther moved and excited. Now, let
me make you comfortable. How did you come?”

“In Dr. Darling’s buggy. It’s hitched out in
front.”

Mrs. Greenoff went across the library and pulled a
silk tassel which hung from the ceiling.

“Well then,.ma’am,” pursued Ben, “we thank you
very much indeed; and if you and the doctor think
he had better be let stay, Allie and I would better go
right back and tell the other children, and we can
keep coming to see him till he comes home.”

A respectful man entered and stood for orders ; to
whom Mrs. Greenoff turned and said :

“‘ Michael, there is a buggy at the door which you
will attend to.”

Michael having passed out, the lady further con-
tinued :

“My dears, don’t shame me because I have been
so tardy about showing interest in you. You will
remain with me to-night —and perhaps to-morrow —
at anyrate. You can write a message at once and I
will have it sent to the family. Go in there if you
want to.wash your hands. Dinner will be ready
shortly.” She pulled a curtain one side and showe¢
them a cunning room with marble basins and plenty
of towels, where water followed the turn of a-faucet.
This bath-room communicated with Mrs. Greenoff’s
own apartment, and was. the connecting and rejuve
nating link which united her morning hours to her
morning-room, .
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“ My patience, Ben!” murmured Alice as she rinsed
her fingers and watched the water curl away, “how
does she stand it till this time without dinner? ”

“T guess it’s the same as tea,” replied Ben, “ only
she calls it dinner.”

It was not the same as tea, however, as they found
when they were ushered into the dining-room. It
Was an exquisite meal in courses, containing dishes
of which the children had never heard. There were
five plates laid. Mrs. Greenoff placed the children
at her left hand, Ben nearest her, Allie toward the
front of the table, and waited an instant with her
hand on the back of her chair until an old lady, lean-
ing on a woman’s arm, entered and took the place
opposite the children, the woman standing back of
~ her chair to wait upon her,

“Mrs. Wiley,” said the hostess, “let me present
hese young people to you. They are children of my
cousin, Sarah Dogberry.”

“Eh?” said Mrs, Wiley, lifting her wrinkled brows.
“Young people, I hope you are well.”

Ben and Alice opened their napkins. and returned
her good wishes. She was an old lady, much like
the fairy godmother in children’s stories, but with-
out that prized individual’s sprightliness. She had a
crook in her nose, a crook in her back, a cap which
would get into steeple-shape, and a black cane; she
also had very penetrating black eyes,

“This lady is Mr. Greenoff’s grandmother,” ex-
plained the hostess to the children,

The door-bell. rang and a few minutes afterward
a young gentleman of eighteen or nineteen entered
the dining-room. I say young gentleman, for, at that
age, he had a full-fledged mustache and the air of a
man. In appearance he was ten years Ben’s senior,
yet there were scarcely three years between them. He
had a warm, brown complexion, and, though his head
was as freshly clipt as a florist’s bouquet, the black
hair showed its disposition to turn into rings and
waves. His temperament seemed genial, his pres-
ence magnetic. He was certainly a bright, hand-
some young fellow, with some polish. Alice looked
up at him steadily, and the kindly feeling flowing
from his eyes reassured her. He spoke first to his
grandmother, bowed to the Strangers, and then said
to his mother, as he took his seat:

“You must pardon my being a little late, mother,
€ had some trouble getting the balance right.”



“Certainly, Joslyn. Let me introduce the children

of my cousin, Sarah Dogberry. You never saw them,
and I confess I have not seen them since they were
quite small.”
- Joslyn bowed again. A quizzical smile played
over his face at the mention of “children,” and Alice
could not help reflecting his smile as they looked
at one another once more. But as for Ben, his face
flared red. He did not mind being mentioned as a
child to the old grandmother; but when it came to
being presented as a juvenile to a youth older than
himself only in advantages, he mentally resented it,
Mrs, Greenoff saw this and continued with ready
tact, addressing Ben and Alice while she indicated
Joslyn:

“And this is my child, very little your senior.
Your mother thought him a fine baby when last I
saw her.”

The fine baby pulled his mustache and, addressing
Alice, said he thanked Cousin Sarah Dogberry for
that pretty compliment; and Alice liked him very
much indeed for calling her mother Cousin Sarah.
She thought, also, that if she had known Arty was
safe here she would have taken more pains with her
dress, and have been surer of her best hem-stitched
cuffs and collar. She was afraid Ben would eat
with his knife, or pour his coffee out and set his cup

-on the cloth, in the free-and-easy way he did at

home.

That hour, a desire for refinement and refining
associations as the means of the best culture, rose
strongly in her. She found these strange kindred
kind and genial and pleasing without any effort to
appear so. Among the bluff New Towners she had
heard polish sneered at, as a sort of insincere, social
veneering which hid contemptible faults. “Stiil it
is nicer than rudeness, even when it is shallow,”
thought she; “but O! when it goes all through, how
beautiful social culture must be !”

CHAPTER VII.
WHAT THE ELDEST DOGBERRYS DID IN SOCIETY.
Mrs. Witey said very little, but she watched the

children sharply. When all rose from the table she
disappeared with her servant.
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“Do you like music?” asked Joslyn, turning at
once to Alice.

“Oh, very much indeed

“Then let me take your brother and you to the
music-room.”

Alice hesitated.

“T want to go. But could you wait a moment un-
til I run and see if my little brother is awake ?”’

Joslyn would readily wait. He wanted to look
over the evening paper in the library; they would
find him there.

With Ben creeping softly beside her, Alice ran
again up-stairs. Mrs. Greenoff was required by even-
ing callers, so they went by themselves. Nurse
Tucker answered their mutfled rap at the chamber
door.

“Come in, dears. He’s awake and has had his
supper, and is just as peart and sweet as he can be.”

“Arty, darling, do you know Allie? And here’s
brother Ben. Bless the precious !”

For answer, and to demonstrate his sweetness, the
Precious lifted one little leg and kicked violently at
-his relatives. s

“Go ’way!” he howled. “I'll séap ye! I’m’s
want my Jack!”

“Jack will come, baby.
dearie, do.”

' The nurse came to him with some sweet soothing
mixture; and he let himself be raised, and lay
propped quietly among pillows.

“He’s very sore yet,” said Mrs. Tucker, “A
massy it hadn’t smashed his brains out, poor little
love! There’s the black and blue bruises on his lit-
tle body would make ye cry.”

“ Arty, do you know Benny?”

“No. I’m don’t know ye!”

“ Darling, how did you come here?”

Arthur closed his eyes and panted a little while.
His sister’s eyes filled.

“TJ runned off,” he deigned to reply.
called Jacky and he wouldn’t come.
Big wagon runned over me—all over me.
runned on you’ dolling boy!”

“ Poor little darling boy! He was hunting Jack.
‘Where did you think Jacky was, Precious?”

“ Hidley-giddle.”

* And who brought you to Hidley-giddle ? ”

“ Deedle an’ Sipsey.”

1”

Be quiet; there’s a

* And ’en I
And I cried.
Ey





And that is all they learned of Arthur’s journey.
From hints which his memory furnished afterwards,
it appeared that he had been assisted over his twelve.
mile jaunt by various persons who considered him
lost; but he skillfully gave everybody the slip who
interfered with his search after Jack. He talked of
riding in carriages, and of big men and big wagons,
but he was sure of nobody except Deedle and Sip-
sey.

“Will it hurt him to talk?” asked Alice, while
Ben got down and made a sheep of himself to bring
out a smile on the little brother’s face.

“‘ Best not to worry him, dears.”

“ Will he need anybody to sit with him to-night?”

“Oh, no; just his medicine reg’lar. I'll take good
care of him, don’t you be afraid.”

“TJ ought to have thought of bringing clothes for
him,” said Alice, ruefully.

“Oh, don’t you fret. There’s lots of gowns in the
house, and his little suit has been all brushed and
cleaned up. It was that covered with dirt and dust!
You leave him to me. I know all about children,”
laughed Nurse Tucker.

They thanked the good soul and still lingered a

minute; Alice to kiss the plump round of his cheek

just as his eyes were closing, and, for answer, she got
a smart pat from his prompt little hand.
“Tt’s a good sign,’ laughed Mrs.
“ Crossness, cure certain.”
“Y’m will kiss ye, Allie,” repented Arthur. And
giving her a melting kiss, he dropped off into a deep
sleep before she left the room.

Tucker.

Joslyn was reading in the library beside a drop-
light. He showed Ben where writing materials were,
with which to write a note to the children. This Ben
wrote and addressed to Loo, with a plea on the outside
to the postmaster to hasten its delivery: and Joslyn sent
it off by Michael to catch the evening mail. Then he
led them to the music-room ; an octagon with a whole
ceiling of skylight, through which, in daytime, the
sunshine came tempered by the soft brown colors of
the glass, :

This room was still in twilight, though no burners
were lighted ; and the rest of the house, not so illu-
minated, was quite dark. Joslyn drew some matches
and touched them to what seemed to be two whole
clusters of wax candles, supported by two St. Ceci¥
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‘ias, who stood*at opposite sides of an organ. In-
stantly the whole room sprung into great beauty.
The floor was of polished oak, and the walls were
-~wainscoted half-way up.
over an etagére of his music. Beethoven and Sebas-
tian Bach also appeared above racks devoted spe-
‘ciallytothem. There were castsof the heads of Verdi

~ and Haydn and many more wonderful men, completely
fascinating to Allie when Joslyn in his enthusiasm told
about them, giving sketches of their lives and de-
scriptions of their works. There were several instru-
ments in the room. Allie looked up with some awe
at the organ with large blue pipes, built into one side
of the room.

“That must hae cost a considerable lot of money,”
remarked Ben.

“Two thousand five hundred dollars,” replied Jos-
lyn smiling, “and worth its price, every cent.”

While Ben was calculating how long it would take
to earn two thousand five hundred at his trade, and
how much the said two and five hundred would do
for the children, young Greenoff picked up some
rounded sticks and struck several taps on a large,
flat drum.

“This is a tom-tom,” said he.

Answering it, as if it were an accustomed signal, a
boy entered the room through a door opposite the
one leading to the front of the house, and went be-
hind a screen at one side of the organ.

Joslyn opened the instrument and, placing his
guests in seats, began playing for them. He was
quite a musical amtaeur for one so young. Alice
trembled with delight as the volume of the organ was
for the first time revealed to her. She stood up and
remained, like one of the St. Cecelias, wrapt in the
sense of hearing. Joslyn was not a very tripping,
light-fingered performer, but he had a gift for shading
his music by combinations of stops. The enthusiasm
of listeners always helped him, too; so he enjoyed a
quarter of an hour of his own playing as much as Alice
did. Ben stepped around the pile and took in its
mechanical capacity, and watched the little blower
pumping. Joslyn showed him how the bellows
worked, and the effects of the stops and pedals.

“ How did you ever learn it?” cried Allie.

“Oh, I have just begun,” said Joslyn. “I took les-
sons during the winter that we spent in Milan. I saw
AVerdi bring out his opera of ‘Aida’ there. It was



Then I had lessons in Germany, and
Some day, maybe, I

fine, I tell you!
I practice when I have leisure.
can play!”

Allie felt sure he was one of the finest performers
in the country; but suppressing her conviction, she
asked, timidly :

“ Flow long did you stay in Europe?”

‘“‘ We were there three or four years wandering up
and down. That is, I wandered considerably with
my uncle, Mr. Thorn; but mother, on Grandmother
Wiley’s account, stayed a great deal in Paris. My
grandmother is fond of foreign countries, but does
not like travel and change. She is very old.”

“What is your business?” inquired Ben.

“J am learning banking with Uncle Thom,” re-
plied Joslyn.

“ T should think it was nice clean work,” observed
Ben.

“Tt is,” laughed Joslyn, “when the dirty accounts
don’t get mixed. What’s your work?”

“J’m acarpenter,” said Ben, “and I think I’m go-
ing to like it first-rate. My notion is to get to bea
master-builder, and even plan houses and other build-
ings. J think building is one of the most useful —
and — and — important businesses in the country.”

“So itis!” cried Joslyn, who loved enthusiasm in
anybody. “ How many children are there of you?”
he added, after a pause.

“Seven. And Allie teaches ; Jack is learning rail-
roading; Loo takes care of the house ; and the three
little ones are growing nicely,” said Ben, with family
pride.

“T wish I’d found you. out before,” said Joslyn.
“JT lke you. I am sure mother would have taken
great interest in you if somebody had brought you
under her notice ; but she always has to have things
put under her notice before she will attend to them.
I bring the accounts of the family expenses to her
and set her down to them. All women are alike,”
glancing quizzically at Alice, “ they have no idea of
the value of time, and can’t account for how they
spend it.”

“Tf I had such a music-room as this,” said she,
“T could account for some hours I should spend.”

“Don’t you play? Let me hear you.”

“Oh,no!’ Allie flushed scarlet. “She could not
play, but she wanted to.”

“ She does,” cried Ben. “She plays the organ for
Z

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Sunday-school in New Town and leads the singing !”

She was then constrained to sing and she did,
choosing instead of the great organ she admired, and
the square piano which she was not sure of, a small
cabinet organ. She sung in a sweet contralto, and
Ben dutifully stood by her and roared out his Sunday
bass, which, as his voice was not yet heavy, sounded
uncertain in parts. Joslyn leaned against the wain-
scot and watched her kindly. She really had a great
deal of attraction for him,

“T should like to practice with you. It is’n’t so
tar to New Town. Couldn’t you come over some-
times and learn the organ if we send?”

Simultaneously with this wonderful vista the door
from the, front hall was opened, and Mrs. Greenoff
looked in.

“Joslyn, Professor Guilder and Rose and the
McKnights are here. And Mrs. Wiley has sent
down to ask you,” to Ben and Alice, “if you will
come to her room a little while.”

“This way, please,” said Mrs. Wiley’s woman to
the children as Joslyn followed his mother.

She led them into a hall branching from the main
entrance on the ground floor, and ushered them into
what seemed to be a suite divided by curtained
arches. The first room was a parlor, dimly lighted,
furnished in heavy old-fashioned. furniture; but the
second room was bright and cosy, pale buff colors
predominating in it. There was a variety of easy-
chairs, and in the largest and most pliable of them
sat Mrs. Wiley, her wrinkled hands resting on the
top of her black cane and her two very small feet rest-
ing on a velvet foot-stool. . She looked more than ever
like the fairy god-mother, and eyed the children as
they took the seats to which she motioned them as if
she had half a mind to lift that ebony cane, touch
each of them and change them into a Prince and
Princess of the most approved fashion. She, was
above eighty years old and some of her faculties
were impaired; but her memory and her sense of
her own dignity were as fresh as when, a beautiful
woman, she- had life all before her as these enue
had.

“Wiley,” said she to her attendant, “bring some
bon-bons.”

The woman, who had the same name as her mis-
tress, but was unmistakably of good Irish stock, went
to a rosewood cabinet, and opening it revealed its use



as a cupboard of sweets. She was so. neat-handed,
so attentive and kind, that Allie Joved her honest
face. She piled three small china plates with cun-
ning French confections of fruits, and added to each
a bunch of hot-house white grapes ; for this old lady
had never lost her sweet tooth, and she picked dain-
tily at her bon-bons while Ben and Alice sat before
her, properly, but with great relish, tasting theirs.

““ How old are you?” she asked Alice,

“ Kighteen, ma’am.”

“You seem a mere child. Sixty-three years ago I
was eighteen, President Madison lived in the White
House then, and I wore a silver tissue dress to one
of his receptions. I was lighter on my feet than you,
my dear. You have a pretty face.” She put up her
eye-glasses and, leaning forward, looked closely at Al-
lie, the latter bearing the inspection with innocent
gravity. “I want you to realize what your youth is,
Enjoy it while it lasts. By and by you will be an
old woman, and then you can only sit and think of
the past as I do. It is a sin against God when the
youth of any child is overshadowed. Are you happy?”

“O yes, ma’am !” 4

“Sarah Dearborn was a fair, prettygirl. I remem-
ber seeing her often with my grandson’s wife. Dear,
dear! so she has borne children and passed away.
How many did she leave?”

“ Seven, ma’am.”

“Seven. And well brought up and provided for, I
dare say.”

“We are doing for ourselves, ma’am,”
sturdily. ‘ We’ve been taught how to.”

The old grandmother eyed him sharply and asked
Allie:

“What do you do?”

“JT teach.”

“Oh, you instruct the other children. That is very
pretty of you and saves expense. I used to interest
myself in the lessons of my brothers and sisters.
They are gone, now, all gone! Where is your watch,
my dear? You should wear your watch and consult .
it, so you can avail yourself of the best use of your
time.”

Allie smiled with pure amusement.

“My watch! Why, I never had a watch!”

Grandmother Wiley looked at her some time be-
fore she accepted conviction of this fact. The
without comment, she turned to Wiley.

said Ben
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“ Wiley, bring me my brass-bound case.”

Wiley brought a square box, very strong on the
outside, but very rich in the inside with white satin
and velvet and precious stones. It shot out rain-
bows and vivid colors, as, placing it on her lap and
applying a key, the old lady opened it. Ben and Al-
ice could not for their lives help stooping near to
look at this little Valley of Diamonds. There were
two or three watches in two or three white nests,
their chains meandering out. Mrs. Wiley selected a
heavily enameled one with a chased “A” on the
case. ~

~“TJ bought this myself in Geneva, for a little girl
who died. Her name was Alice, too—did I not
hear your brother call you Alice? She never got her
watch, so I will give it to you.”

Allie drew back, though her largé eyés were start-

ing with delight.

“O, I couldn’t think of taking. anything so beauti-
ful!”

“Why couldn’t you?” said Mrs. Wiley sharply.

“Ym afraid I oughn’t—it’s so lovely! I’m sure
I never could do anything to pay you—”

“ Hoity-toity! Can’t I give a child a bauble?
Bend your head.” She dropped the long chain
around the girl’s neck and tucked the watch into her
dress,

“ Keep it to remember what an old woman has said
to you. Isuppose, sir,” she added, looking up sharply
at Ben, who stood grinning with amazed joy, “that
you are jealous and in a rage because I didn’t find
a trinket for you instead of her !”

Ben’s grin ran over and sounded aloud at the very
idea.

“Why, ’d lots rather Allie’d have things than
have ’em myself, anytime! I think that’s the pretti-
est thag I ever saw, and I don’t know how we’ll
thank you!”

“You’re a good boy,” said Mrs. Wiley, removing
her scrutiny. ‘‘ Now I will detain you no longer. I
retire very early and you will want to be among the
young people.”’

She extended her hand to Ben, and, obeying some
gracious instinct which was born in him, the boy
stooped and kissed the back of it, wich was like
shriveled rose leaves.

“Very well, my son; I thank you. for this visit,”



neous attention. Then she drew Allie down and
touched the girl’s cheek with her lips. Wiley showed
them into the main hall, and they went along it arm
in arm.

“Ben, I’m afraid I oughtn’t to keep this,” said
Alice. ~ :

Ben harbored misgivings, but the watch was so
pretty he could not in his heart bear to think Allie
ought not to Keep it.

“We're poor, you know, Ben, and she’s — she’s so
kind; but shé’s very old, and never saw us before
to-day, and Mrs, Greenoff might think —”

“Yes, so she might,” said Ben ruefully.
thought of that myself.”

“Tl speak about it,” concluded Alice, “and offer
it back, That’s sure to be the best way.”

The great organ in the music-room was at this mo-
ment in a state of high musical gymnastics, and a
girl’s sweet soprano executing trials and crescendos.

“T'd like to speak right away,” said Alice.

Still they both hesitated about re-entering the music-
room where the strangers now were ; so they went to
the library, where Joslyn found them ten minutes
later, when he rushed in for a book of musical refer-
ence. He carried them back with him and intro-
duced them to Professor and Miss Guilder and the

66. T

McKnights. The Professor was on the organ-bench,
and it was Miss Guilder’s voice theyhad heard. She
was a tall blonde, very stylish, very unbending. She

nodded to the two country children, continuing the
remark she was making toone of the McKnights. The
McKnights were cousins, Joslyn told Allie after-
wards, and both of them warm admirers of Miss
Guilder.

One was tall, sarcastic and exquisite, with very
glittering teeth; the other a short, good-natured
young man, with a voice like Punch’s, and a hearty
interest in every human being the world contained.
The tall McKnight stood between Miss Guilder and
Mrs. Greenoff, talking gracefully to both.

Allie saw there was no opportunity of speaking
with her hostess, so she gratefully let the short
McKnight give her a seat and turn over her opera
librettos for her, and tell her in intervals between
the music, in the most genial way, as if he had known
her always, his last summer’s yachting experiences,
and his general preference for active sports. When

Said the old grandmother, pleased by this sponta- ; his tall cousin was present he was eclipsed, and Miss
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Se
Guilder’s presence lost to him ; but he seemed to en- | in the drawing-rooms striking eleven. What hours for
joy “ playing second fiddle.” young folks who slept with the birds! This re-

When the Professor began playing again, however,
Allie could do nothing but watch ; and as for Ben,
with folded arms and eyes quite popping out, he
stood by himself contemplating that spectacle with
astonishment. The Professor was one of those
performers who are said to “play all over.”
Now his shoulders galloped with his hands
down the octaves, and his feet in a mad stam-
pede thundered among the pedals. Then he
raised himself as if to leap headlong among
the blue pipes and butt his brains out; but,
making a quick dash to the left, he pulled out
a handful of stops, jumped violently to the
right as if he had made up his mind to surprise
the blower at his tricks and thrash him, and
only changed it in time to grab another hand-
ful of stops and climb the banks of keys again.
He was improvising, Joslyn told Allie: that
is, making up music as he went along. She
could only wish he wouldn’t.





minded Allie of her watch, however, and as soon as.
Mrs. Greenoff had bowed the party out she ap-
proached her timidly. Joslyn was in the music-room,
re-arranging his music sheets,



“TI think,” she observed gravely, “he could
find some that is prettier already written
out, and it wouldn’t be so hard to play —don’t
you?”

For reply to this innocent speech Joslyn’s eyes
flashed a thousand twinkles, and he went over by one
of the etagéres where she could see his shoulders
quake, as if he were laughing to himself, and enjoying
the remark to which he could make no reply.

“Professor Guilder is a great organist,” murmured
the short McKnight, “and Miss Guilder has a very
rare voice — a pure soprano.”

Miss Guilder did sing exquisitely. Her voice, un-
like herself, was pliant and richly tender. For the
first time in their lives Ben and Alice heard really
good singing. Handel’s “Angels ever bright and

) fair” opened a world of goodness and delight right
close to their senses; and selection after selection
thrilled them with new feelings, It was in part a
church rehearsal, the Professor, Miss Guilder and
Joslyn, being members of a choir. Ben and Alice
could have wished it to last all night, but when the
callers departed they were dismayed to hear a clock





IN THE MUSIC-ROOM.

“We went up to see Mrs. Wiley,” she began, tak-
ing the watch-chain in her thumb and finger, “ and
she was very kind.”

“She has taken a fancy to you, I see,” said Mrs.
Greenoff, smiling at the chain standing out in relief
against the girl’s black dress,

“But I wished to ask you—” There Allie paused
greatly embarrassed. Whén she came to do it, she
found it indelicate to hint to the hostess that the el-
der lady might be in her dotage, and a present from
her ought, perhaps, to be returned. Mrs. Greenoff
understood her hesitation as delicately as she ex-
pressed it. ,

“Mrs. Wiley has paid you a compliment which
you must appreciate,” she said heartily. “She sel-
dom takes sudden fancies to young people. Cer-
tainly you will keep the watch, my dear. Let me see
if it agrees with mine about the time. Ves. Well, now
you will be shown to your rooms, and to-morrow I
want to have a talk with you about your mother and
all the children.”

(0 BE ConTINUED. )
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By Mary HartTweLtL CATHERWOOD,



CHAPTER VIII.

IN WHICH JACK RISES AND THE TWINS FALL.

N Monday morning
Jack sat at breakfast
in the cosy St. Nich-
olas, and opposite
him sat a portly gen-
tleman who was Gen-
eral Agent for the
road on which J.
Dogberry, the day

« before, made his
debut as engineer.
He tucked his nap-
kin under his chin as
he saw the agent do,
and settled down to
breakfast like a
man. Jack was hun-
gry. Sunday had
been a partial fast;
and in the evening,
after his arrival in

Cincinnati, he had no appetite. He was all eyes.

The agent cut up the steak and broke his eggs,

watching the boy all the time with amusement and

approval.

“So you brought the train through, did you? And
saved it, too! Those fellows made a wreck of some
of the freights in Pontiac. I’m going to come down
pretty severe on Green, the engineer you relieved,
and some more of them.”

“Ves, sir, they didn’t act right. But I think the
ones who did the damage weren’t railroad boys, I
don’t think you ought to be too hard on them.”

“You're a clannish sort of a young man.”

“Well, when I’m in a business, I want to stand by
the folks that employ me and the folks I’m working







with. I don’t believe that engineer would have acted
so if he hadn’t been drinking. He oughtn’t to driv’,
you know.”

“Certainly not.”

“Our Bunch of children,” pursued Jack, “ sort
of clan together at home. And so it comes natural
to me, when I’m ina business, to stand up for it and
for the other people in it !”

“How long have you been in the railroad busis
ness?” inguired the agent smiling broadly.

“Well, about two years. I sweep out the depot,
and carry the messages, and take down the market
reports, and do everything Mr. Joyce wants me to. I
get ten dollars a month. It isn’t much, but it’s lots
better than nothing; and then I’m learning tele-
graphing and all about it.”

“ Board yourself?”

“Yes. I board at home. I would have fifteen
dollars a month ; but I’m too young to carry the mails,
they think, so I pay a man five dollars a month to do
that. That is, they give him the money. they’d give
me if I could do it.”

“ How did you learn to run a locomotive?”

“QO, I want to find out everything I can, so I'l]
know the whole business. I love an engine and the
engineers taught me on the road.”

The agent kept smiling, so Jack thought he was as
pleasant a man as he had ever seen.

“So you’re determined to mount the whole lad-
der?”

“Why, yes, sir, if I can. I think the railroad busi-
ness is splendid. There’s so much gitwp about it.
It keeps a man all alive, and that’s the way I want to
be.”

“Jt’s very lively, then, up in New Town?”

“Q, course it isn’t like a big city; but there are
two mail trains a day and one express, besides the
freights.”

“T should like to see such a stirring town,” said
the agent. “ Perhaps I’ll run up there before long.”
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“Do!” exclaimed Jack, “and come and have din-
ner at our house. We have got one of the best gar-
dens in town; and I bet our raspberries will be ripe
before anybody else’s!”

“That is very tempting.
give me your full address.”

He took out a pencil and memorandum book and,
at Jack’s dictation, wrote his name, town and state,

“ Now, what else shall we order? You are my
guest and I mustn’t starve you.”

“O, I’ve had a splendid breakfast, and I don’t
want anything more, sir.”

“Well, we will meet here at two o’clock, my din-
ner hour. You will want to look about town. If
you get tired of that, come down to the office on
Vine street—next street to this, running north and
south. And, by the way,” concluded the agent as he
took up the check and opened his pocket-book,
“here is an advance on the little testimonial we
intend to give you for your services, Mind, young
man, I don’t say I quite endorse rashness and ven-
turesomeness ; but the way matters resulted, you
saved us some money.”

Jack flushed as the ten dollar bill was laid before
him.

“Why, here you’re giving me my meals,” said he,
“and I didn’t want anything for bringin’ that train
down. I did it just as if it had been my own, you
know!”

“Yes, I know. And that’s what we like. Take
this now and say no more. You'll want to get some
little presents for that family of yours.”

Jack thought of Arty; and, putting the money with
great importance and eager thanks into his porte-
monnaie, he went out on the shady side of Fourth
street. To a country boy the fine old street was a
valley of. wonders. The melancholy “Tay-tine-all-
toe!” cry of the old-clothes man, the street-cars, the
books and pictures and dry goods and wood-carving
in the windows, the brisk boys and girls, the rush of
people, the confused rumble and roar, kept him in a
state of excitement which was Jack’s idea of beati-
tude.

He went into the stores and looked at the pretty
dresses — Jack had an eye for pretty dresses — and
hesitated a long time over a made suit, which he had
a mind to buy for Arty; but on learning that it was
valued at twenty dollars he decided not to take it.

Now, while I think of it,







Then he rambled out and found at another place a
huge rocking-horse, strong enough to hold himself,
and with main and tail of real hair, and fiery nostrils
and head erect. And after ascertaining that it was
amply within his means, and meditating fondly for
the last time on his green bill with the X’s on it, he
bought the horse and ordered it sent to the depot
from which he was to start for home in the evening.

The spell which hangs on concentrated money
being broken, Jack now acted the young prodigal
and flung it about with a lavish hand. He got a pair
of books for Rome and Remus, a silk handkerchief
which cost exactly ninety-five cents for Benjamin,
and a pair of real kid gloves apiece for Allie and
Loo. Not knowing the sizes they wore, he was at a
loss when the clerk asked him what numbers. But
Jack was not to be balkéd. He described his sis-
ter’s: . Oa

“Loo is tall as a tree,” said he, “that is, pretty
near; and has a long slim hand. She never has had
but one pair of kid gloves, but she’s dreadful partic-
ular about the way they fit. Her hand sort of gives
ze and squeezes up. Allie’s smaller, but it’s broader
across than Loo’s, and her fingers don’t run to such
a fine point. She’s had several pairs; and I notice
she gets black ones most always, but I think she’d
like those pale sort of pinky-gray ones.”

“The lavender?”

“Yes, if that’s what you call it,
long black ones for Loo.”

I may mention here that Jack came to grief on
the presentation of these gloves to Loo. Allie’s fitted
with a nicety and a perceptible lightening of their
color which delighted her heart, and she wore them
with great care, keeping them in intervals of disuse
in a seal-skin glove-box, presented by Joslyn Green-
off. But the tips of Loo’s long black gloves hung off
her fingers like eagle-claws. Her slight hand roamed
around in them and found no test, and she saw,
through tears of vexation, that they were sevens and
ahalf! Jack didn’t mind in the least when she ran
and cuffed him with them; but declared he had
described her accurately at the glove counter, and
the clerk asked if she was that young person gener-
ally known as the Cardiff giantess !

Disposing of his parcels around his person, Jack
now wandered off up Vine street; and here he found
the bronze Woman of the Fountain, standing above

And some awful
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the esplanade and shedding from her outstretched
hands continuous sprays of blessings. He never
had seen anything so beautiful. He walked all
around the square to see her from every point. He
approached the great fountain and examined every
figure surrounding it. The child dancing by its
mother’s side and holding up joyful hands to catch
the rain drip from above, the boy riding the dolphin,
the old man in a toga—not one piece of the groups
escaped him.

“My goodness! I wish Arty and the rest could
look at it! *Twould fill all our front yard and the
grove. And there she stands, winter and summer.
I bet the ragged young ones like to come out and
look at her. Seems as if she was mothering every-
body in town. O, you pretty thing! It would spoil
me to live here. I’d want to get on a rail and watch
you from morning till night ; and then who’d sweep
out the depot, and take the market reports, and help
Mr. Joyce!”

Speaking of rails made him look around to see if
there were any; but the only ones to be seen were
street-car rails, A little car drawn by two jaded
horses came jingling along, and reminded Jack that
he meant to try the street-cars and hadn’t done it
yet. The red vehicle stopped on a crossing and
Jack bounced in. After it started it seemed to
travel on elbow roads, and went just opposite the
direction Jack thought he was taking. Still his
bump of locality was full, and he was not afraid of
getting lost. He crossed a canal bridge and the
aspect of the city changed, the road grew steep;
and on each side of it stood up the quaintest build-
ings, with galleries hung on the outside far up in the
air, and nearly every name above the store doors
was in German. It was the German part of the old
city, where good foreigners and their children keep
up the good ways of Vaderlandt, and nothing is
changed from generation to generation. When Jack
paid his fare, with great shrewdness and business
dispatch, he asked for a round trip ticket and how
far the road went?”

“Going up the incline?” inquired the conductor.

“The what?”

“Why, the inclined plane —there it is,”

Jack looked in the direction indicated and saw a
railroad in the air, with its terminus at the top of
what seemed to his prairie-accustomed eyes a very





high hill. There seemed to be a double track; and
up one a black speck was sliding, and down the
other came a similar black speck,

“Do folks go up and down that thing?” thought
he. “I’m going to try it if the rest do.” So he
said “ Yes, up the incline,” pocketed his ticket, and
watched his destination with rather a shaky heart as
he neared it.

The car paused, another horse was added, and
these tugged the load up to a small house, which
seemed to be the “Inclined Plane” station. The ful]
car was soon emptied and Jack followed his compan-
ions into the station, where a man tore off a coupon
from his ticket and put him into an open door which
seemed to give entrance to another street-car. A
signal sounded two or three times, then the door was
shut and locked, and Jack felt the sensation of rising
in the world. The people appeared perfectly calm;
windows were open all around. Jack crowded upon
the front platform and saw that a cable of iron wire
was drawing them up; and down came the other car
rushing past them! The roar of the engine on the
hill filled his ears; and how nimbly that cable ser-
pent leaped over the revolving groves of wood which
made its path. He grabbed his hat with both fists to
keep it from skurrying away on the wind, and wanted
to yell with delight. The great city with its mantle
of smoke drawn over its head, its spires glinting, its
river shining away to the south, rolled out below him.
Too soon was it over. The car went more slowly—
it dréw up to its station—a man waiting there
clicked the door open and the people poured out.

“ve got the trip back, though,” thought Jack. So
he delayed that ecstasy, wandering around the build-
ing, and looking down a circular hole at the station-
ary engine which worked the cars up and down the
“Incline.” Having still a coupon of his ticket left,
he explored Mt. Auburn Street, and gazed upon its
various residences with approval; also upon its airy
height and untarnished greenness.

“This is.a very fine place for women,” thought
Jack. “T wish all our girls lived in that house with
the slim pillars and such a lot of porches! Come to
think, maybe they’d like this cunnin’ place all over
vines best. But, as for me, I like to live down in
town right in the middle of everything. I don’t mind
the suft; but Loo and Allie would make a dreadful
fuss about the washing down there.”










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He reached the terminus of the road and'took a
ticket back; and it is a fact, which Jack was after-
‘wards ashamed to own to his family, that he spent

_ a long time whizzing up and down that “ Incline.”

When he returned to the St. Nicholas it was long

past two; but a waiter who had evidently been set

to watch for him, beckoned and placed him at a

table.

Very different from his sensations, as he sat with
just such a luxurious dinner before him as a boy
likes, and an attentive man at his elbow to help him
to what he couldn’t reach, were the sensations of
“Rome and Remus as they fastened the front door of
‘the Dogberry house and started off with Jacey Dixon.

Jacey lopped along, sawing from side to side in his
accustomed lazy way, his hands buried deep in his
}pantaloons pockets, but whether to support his pants
tor his hands nobody could ever decide. He never
thad suspenders, but tied a tow string around his waist.
THe was a very light-eyed youth, about the twins’
age; hollow in the chest, hollow in the temples, and.
very lean-limbed. He had an active imagination,
and a great love for the marvelous and startling.

The three trotted down a slope which led to a
deep ravine west of Old Town. ‘As they sunk into
this valley it was easy to see toward what point they
were making. Here stood what had once been a
tannery, a weather-beaten old frame which all the

children considered “booggerish!” not only because -

“it looked deserted, and was full of old tan-vats into
which one might fall and be drowned, but because,
also, Billy Greer lived there, the terror of New Town
children after dusk.

He was a rag-picker of strange habits. Bent
half double, with his great sack on his back, he grov-
elled over New and Old Towns picking up shreds
and trash He made monthly journeys to other
places, either to dispose of his pickings or add to his
treasures. Danport was known to be one of his
beats, the twelve intervening miles. being nothing to
Billy Greer. In the daytime, when he jabbered around
the gutters, many boys were rude to him, and, conse-
quently, in the dark they respected him. Billy, in
his personal appearance, was a sight that made small
children cry. He was not social, and desired to
reside undisturbed in his mansion the tannery.



warm and excited, “or else that I’d brought a para.
sol, Why can’t the sun carry an umbrella? Look
at those three or four great big clouds standing
round the sky doing nothing, when they might be

shading us!” ‘

“T think,” said Jacey solemnly, “you'd better be
thinking about your little brother down in this here _
tannery!”

“What do you b’leeve Billy Greer’d do with him
if he had him?” inquired Rheem, in a voice which
betrayed his doubt of Billy’s having him.

“What do I b’leeve he’d do with him? W’y, I
b’leeve he’d put him in a vat and tan him as black
as leather and then sell him!”

“ But Arty’d drown!” shuddered Maude.

“ And who’d he sell him to?”

“W’y, to those Italians with harps and fiddles, or
the gipsies.. There was a woman came to our house
and she wanted to stay all night, and she had seven
children. Some was boys and’some was girls, and
some was bigger ones! And she had a hand-cart
and there was a bar’l in it. I thought they looked
sort of funny; some was light brown, and some was.
coffee-color, and some was purty nigh black. So in
the night I heard her call them up, and I got up, too,
and watched. And she’d ketch one by the hair of
the head and dip him in the bar’l, and he’d come out
all drippin’ with somethin’ like ink; then she’d ketch
another and dip #zm. The girls they cried, but the
boys never said ‘boo’; but one, he got his mouth
full and sputtered it out, and I was squattin’ right
behind the bar’l and it hit me on the head. There’s
a black spot on my head yit.”

Jacey pulled off his cap and offered his scalp fer
inspection; but there were so many black spots it
was difficult to say where the dye marked him.

“That scared me so I crept off. But next
mornin’ J said to the woman when she started:
‘Missis, what you got in that bar’l?’ and she says, ©
‘Brine for pickles. I’m gatherin’ pickles to sell.’
And then I knew she’d stole the children and was:
a-colorin’ them for the gipsies or Italians.”

Rome’s hair bristled, but Rémus said:

~“T don’t believe that !” :
. “Well, you needn’t,” retorted Jacey doggedly,
“but I can show yoy. the very room where the
woman slept! I ain’t goin’ no farther. I don’t want

“T wish the sun wouldn’t shine so!” cried Maude | Billy Greer to know I told you he had Arty.”


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“When did you see him with Arty?”

“Didn’t I see Arty’s little linen dress stickin’ out
of his bundle? And last night, when I came along
a-past the tannery, I heard the mournfullest noise
that ever was, like somebody about Arty’s size was
gettin’ whaled to death; and I crept up close to the
house and laid my ear close to the ground, and
heard old Billy trampin’ round among the vats, and
every little bit I could hear the licks and then a
- sousin’ like he was dippin’ the little fellow again. I
bet his skin’ll be so black you won’t know him by
this time!” ;

Credulous as Rome and Remus naturally were,
and much as their eurdling blood resented such a
state of things, they could not gwée credit all Jacey
said, and halted to parley further with him, when a
sound rose from the tannery which turned the burn-
ing afternoon into a nightmare. Jacey took to his
heels, but the shriek which drove him drew the
twins, trembling but decided, straight to the low tan-
nery door. Remus knocked with all his might and
then kicked with his boot. A humming and purring
inside ceased. Remus doubled the-knocks. - The
door opened so suddenly that he precipitated himself
into the room while kicking it, and, in a wink,
Maude was whisked in also by the collar of her
apron. The strong door banged to, and Billy Greer
stood over them, like some great giant, in the twi-
light. It was never light-in there. .

“T want my little brother!” said Remus, with
some little defiance left.

Billy stooped down and looked at the boy and
girl. He drew. his mouth around one side of his
face almost to his ear; then he let go there and drew

it to the other ear; then he opened it like a. cavern |

and advanced on the cowering twins. - Rome began
to scream at the top of her voice; but Rheem only
stepped back, turning pale, and taking care to ‘keep
his arm before his sister,

“You can’t scare me /” he declared in a trembling
tone. “You tell us where Arty is or we'll go off
and raise the town!” .

It seemed likely that they would go off!

_The boy’s defiance roused the giant of this cas-
tle to greater exhibitions of rage. He began to chop
his teeth, these being large and powerful, with a. reg-

- ular clip which reduced even Remus to a whimper.

Then he grabbed them both-again and dragged them»





between two piles of rags he was sorting. These
unfortunate children might as well have been in a
wild beast’s den as in the grip of this strange
creature. He had not spoken a word to them; but
now, as he raked a covering of boards aside with his
foot, he uttered a prolonged, triumphant yell. Rome
and Remus joined in fully, but with different feel-
ings; for in the earthen floor he uncovered a tan-
vat, and they looked down into it, seeing the brown-
ish, horrid liquid about to swallow them up.

Plunge!

Rheem landed still struggling, but Maude fell
unconscious.

Why, the vat was dry! There was nothing in it

except heaps and heaps of rags, ill-smelling, but

not so choking as water. The children caught their
breath. The boards were replaced over their heads.
Billy had shut them in. They grabbed hold of each
other to be stayed and twin-supported in that dread-
ful place.

“Don’t be scared, Rome,” whispered Remus, “I
ain’t going to let him do anything more with us.”

Between the cracks of the boards now came a
sound more blood-curdling than anything before —
of Billy cracking his jaws and grinding his teeth, and.
saying unctuously —as if he could hardly wait to
finish his work before he tasted them —

“Tlove you! Oh,I love you! How I love you!”

“Do you think he’s chopped Arty up?” sobbed
Rome under her breath. :

““Po—h! No. He da’sn’t!”

“But where is Arty?” -

“Well, I shouldn’t wonder if he threw him down
here. When Jace was talkin’ I didn’t more than
half believe he’d got Arty, but now I believe he

has.”

“How I love you!” gritted Billy at regular inter-
vals, bending to the rags he sorted.

The twins grovelled among the rags in the vat.
It was not a fragrant work. Dust rose and nearly
stifled them ; but still with the energy of desperation

‘they poked and dug, and felt down deeper and

deeper for the missing baby.

“Rheem, why doesn’t he cry?”

“Like’s not he’s pretty near choked—this is
enough to do it, or maybe he’s asleep.”

Rome put her face down among the nauseating
rags and projected through them:












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“Arty!”
Remus did likewise:
“ Arty!”
Duet and chorus:
“ Arty! you down there?”
“Say, Arty! Rheemie’s here!”
“Arty, O, Arty! Arte—e—e!” in a long, cau-
rious, whispered cry.
“T believe he zs dead!” whimpered Maude. °
“Feel and poke round,” urged Remus, “till we hit
something.”
“How I love you!
Billy.
' “Rome, there’s something hard down there!”
“Way under the pile? O, pull it out quick!”
“T can’t get holt! I can just touch it with the
end of my foot!” |
“Let’s make the hoie bigger and go down in it.”



ffow I love you!” howled

They made the dust fly like two young war-horses,

sneezed, choked, but continued to dig until Remus
pulled up a box in his hands. It was not heavy, but
it weighed like lead on the children’s little hands,
and was evidently made of very strong wood. They
felt its angles and knobs, and tried without sight to
estimate its size.

“Tain’t as Jong as Arty,”
betraying her unspoken fear. ,

“What are these round-headed nails on top?”

“Run your finger over ’em.”

“They’re letters.”

“What letters?”

“T can’t find out.”

“Let me try.”

Remus investigated thoroughly with-his fingers.

“A.D. That’s what they are, A. D.”

At this Rome very nearly broke into a howl.

“O, Rheemie! A. D. stands for Arty’s name;
Arty Dogberry! Oh, he’s put him in here and put
his name on it!” wept Maude, with the clear and log-
ical convictions of childhood.

“OQ, po—h!” began her twin though his chin was
shaking.

Outside, however, an interruption was begun which
caused them to listen with their breath in their teeth.
A heavy hand and persuasive foot wete at work on
the tannery door. -

“Come, I want to see you, Billy,” said John
- White. John White was always coming to the res-

whimpered Maude,



temarked John,





cue of the Dogberry Bunch in one way or another,
This second interruption at his work made Billy
Greer so furious, he would have harmed the stock.
farmer if it were possible. He rushed out at John
shaking his fists and uttering rapid words.

“QO, come, now, Billy, I know you get teased and
touzled, but you must know your friends from your
foes. Quiet down, now. All I want is the children
in here.- Where did you store them?”

Doubling in his,accustomed attitude, and aes
under the sane sound man’s control, old Billy Greer
at once conducted him between one piles of rags to
the tan-vat.

“Nice roomy place you’ve got for your business,”
glancing up the dim walls, cobwebby
and smoked.

Billy removed’ the boards from the-vat and the
heads and shoulders of the terrified twins appeared.

“QO, pshaw, now!” said John with disapproval.
“Tut, tut, man! this won’t do. Don’t play tricks on
such little codgers. Come, reach up, young ones,”

“Make him tell where Arty is,” said Rheem, when
his twin and he were out of the vat. Maude still
held the lettered’ box under her apron. Mr. White
lifted her out by taking hold of her shoulders.’ She
hid behind him and carried the box, convinced
strongly that she had some clue to Arty in it.

“Tlave you anybody else bottled under ground?”
inquired: John.

Billy Greer earnestly protested that he had not.
The children ran as fast as they could when they saw
the daylight, and John walked out after them laugh-
ing. They were still confused and half-smothered by
the rag heap; and Maude forgot everything but the
instinct of flight, even with John White to guard the
rear, until she fell up-hill and the box was brought
to sight as well as memory.

“We're obliged “to you, Mr. White,” said Remus, ©
dropping back with some regard for appearances,
“ How did,you know he had us in there?”

“Jacey Dixon came tearing up to me, and told me °
you and-your little better part had gone to Billy’s to
hunt for Arty, and Billy came out with an ax and cut
you both in half, and was splitting you into fine kind-
ling while he came for help.”

“Well, he was pretty rough. I didn’t tind aiaaly,
but I hated to have him frighten Maude,”

“Hold on, little Dosbery” called John as he saw


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Rome sprawl, “the danger’s all over. I guess you
two, had better go home with me to Priscilla, and let
her put you in the smoke-house and fumigate you
with something to sweeten that pest-rag smell you
got in Billy’s vat.”

Rome looked into John White’s face as Remus
helped her up. His countenance reminded one of a
turnpike of granite. No down there. Hewas never
known to wear a beard; but mica-like sparkles of



the best looking and pleasantest man in town!

“Tf you haven’t brought that box!” cried Rheem.

“ What box?” asked John.

“The one we dug up in that vat.
brought it with her.”

Maude dared not own the secret convictions
which made her bring it; so she stood trembling and
wiping the dust of Billy’s heap from nose, eyes and
ears, with her long apron, while John White picked

Maude’s

fun and good-will shone over it. She thought he was | up the box and looked at it curiously.
a


32



THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.

BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD,



CHAPTER IX.
THE GATHERING OF THE CLAN,

OME people are always having adventures,

They find what nobody else does; or they go
on a journey and miss a train, to mount some delight-
ful train of odd happenings. But Loo was not an
individual to whose lot adventures fall. She really
did not like unusual occurrences. So, wandering
about the streets of Carver City until it was time to
take the return train, she was not preyed upon or
smashed ; nor did she encounter any rich old rela-
tive, who, looking upon her sweet, womanly, young
face with favor, decided to make her his heiress.
The only face she recognized among hundreds of
strangers was that of Lawyer McKay, the Bunch’s
guardian.

Loo was standing outside a bookstore, looking at
prints in the window, and occasionally wiping a tear
off her pensive nose, when a hearty voice beside her
exclaimed :

“Well, Lucy, how do you do? The other children
with you?”

She looked up and gave her hand to Mr. McKay.

“No, sir. I came alone.”

“Crying ? What’s the matter, child? Anything
Wrong at home? Were you going to my office ? ”

This ge..*leman was an old friend of the family,
A man grizzle? and brisk and talented. The first



jurist in his county, and second only to ne Presideut
in the eyes of the Dogberry Bunch.

f }
‘Il









































































































































































Loa.

It did not take him long to gather from Loo what
had happened. He looked at his watch, though: a
THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. 33



moment, and then told her he would go back home
with her.

So Lucy came on the afterncon train, just as she
expected to do, and with her came the guardian.

Dogberrydom stood brown and still in the even-
ing sunshine, meditating about its emptiness. I
suppose the little old house said:

“Where are all my children? Are the boys at
work? Is sweet Alice in the school-room? But
Lucy’s feet do not pat about, and I cannot see Rome
and Arty on the croquet field. I don’t like this.
Come home, young ones! I shall die without some
life in me! Why, this is a pretty way to treat your
old home, that has sheltered you since you could
chipper! Here’s a strange cat sneaking along one
of my back window sills, to find a broken pane and
get into the cupboard. I don’t believe I could
stand this all night. I want to hear your little noses
snoring. You haven’t gone off to stay, have you?
I'd willingly have my roof raised by a good noise ;
though in times past I dd complain that you shook
me considerably.”

Now, to the old house’s joy, Ben and Alice drove
up to the fence, and, tying Thomas’ sorrel, hastened
up the lawn.

“Why, the door’s locked, Allié! ” exclaimed Ben,
trying it. They felt for the key on a nail under the
step (this was a family secret ), and entered.

“We—ell!” breathed Alice, slowly, looking
around the silent and empty place, “where are the
children?”

“That’s what I want to know!” cried Jack, burst-
ing in from the station where he had just arrived.
‘““Where’s Arty? Has he been found, yet?”

“Yes, he has,” said Alice, hugging Jack and shak-
ing hands with him. “ And you've a nice boy to get
carried off while you are in bed, and travel all over
the country without a clean shirt on!”

“Where have you been?” inquired the older
- brother, pumping Jack’s hand.

Pat, pat, came a pair of shoes and a pair of boots
on the steps, and Rome and Remus, with their brass-
nailed box, scampered in.

“Why, here’s Jack!”

“And Ben and Allie!”

““Where’s Arty?”

A Babel of sounds now ensued.

“Arty isin Danport!” — “Where you been?” -—





“Billy Greer put us in a tan vat!”— “In Cincin-
nati!’’— “Was he hurt badly?” — “No, only
bruised ! — He was run over!— He is at Mrs. Green-
off’s !—We’ll bring him home in a day or two!” — “J
had a splendid time, and you can’t guess what I’ve
got for you!” —“O, I’m so glad the baby is safe!”
“What's that box you put on the table, Maudie?” —
“My gracious! what a noise! Don’t; we'll raise
the neighbors!” — “Seems like we’d been gone a
year !” —“ We've all been seekin’ our fortunes |”? —
“Whew! Allie, where did you get that big gold
chain ?””— “Why, where’s Loo?”

“There’s a new candidate coming before this con-
vention!” shouted John White, looking in from the
stoop. “It’s your gardeen, Lawyer McKay. Quict
down, or he might get a hickory and lick a few of
you.”

The Berries, now re-assembled, ran to the door
and met their guardian and Lucy there.

“Any news from the baby?” he inquired directly.

With irrepressible eagerness they began all talk-
ing together again, when John White stuck his fin-
gers in his ears and took a leap off the stoop.

“That’s what I came in to ask,” he cried. “I
saw the horse and buggy tied down here. But you
might as well go to ask the time of day of Niagara
Falls 1”

Ben grabbed a crayon of chalk from his pocket,
and made a bulletin board of the front door, chalk-
ing out:

“ARTY
IS
FOUND!”

“Where did you find him?” inquired Mr. McKay,
moving like oil among the troubled waters.

Ben and Allie related their experience.

“We sent a letter,” they added, “and thought the
children would know all about it by this time; but
I guess they all ran off and forgot to go to the post-
office.”

“ Didn’t Maude and Rheem stay here?” inquired
Lucy.

“TI guess we didn’t /” the twins hastened to assure
their friends, “ when we thought old Billy Greer had
Arty, dipping him in tan-dye to make him a little
gipsy! Jacey Dixon said so!”

‘And we went right down there!”
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“And he grabbed us and put us into a hole among
the rags !”

“ And he gritted his teeth and said he loved us!”

“JT bet you’d never seen ws again, if it hadn’t
been for Mr, White !”

“My goodness! what children!” murmured Alice.
“Faven’t I told you many a time not to go with
Jacey Dixon, and to stay away from Billy Greer’s old
tan-house?”’ So she embraced them, and wiped the
‘dust off their noses.

“We'll have to go back there and take this box to
Billy,” said Rheem.

The Jawyer picked up the box. It was of mahog-
any. There was a key-hole in one side. He took a
key out of his pocket and opened it. To save their
lives the Bunch could not help huddling just a little
nearer to see what might be in it. Mr. McKay took
‘out one paper after another, examining them sharply
as he did so.

“Where did you get this box? ”

Rome, being constrained by her lawful guardian,
was obliged to stand up and confess. She told why
she brought it, and Rheem added to her testimony,
as to where they found it.

“Well, I have taken a lucky trip, to-day!” said
Lawyer McKay. “The Durand heirs have been
‘searching for this very box, two years and a half,
Whether the rag-picker stole it, or it was carelessly
thrown out in his way, it is a treasure to them.
Here are deeds and bonds worth thousands of dol-
lars to the heirs. And I will see that you haven't
marched on Billy and fought and suffered for noth-
ing!”

“Mr. McKay!” cried Jack, who could keep back
his own bonanza no longer, “look at that!”

Guardian looked at it. It was a cheque for a hun-
‘dred dollars.

“I'd better invest it, hadn’t I?’ bustled Jack.
“And they gave me ten more, besides. But I don’t
‘think half as much of that as I do of what the agent
‘said about the company’s promotin’ me right along !
And it was all for nothin’, but runnin’ a train when
another engineer was misbehavin’! ”

“These young ones does beat all!” exclaimed
John White, withdrawing himself from the stoop.
“You never can tell what they’ll be up to, next ; and
_throw ’em in, deep as you please, they always kick
out top of the pile!”



CHAPTER X.
WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAID ABOUT IT,

Now Mother
Darling came
running in, with
the baby under
one arm, and a
pan of light bis-
cuit, wrapped in
a sweet, clean
napkin, under
the other. She
thought, as the
children had all
been wandering,
and in such a
hurly-burly, the
bread might be
used up in the



bin. Of course
she knew Arty
MOTHER DARLING, was fo un d ie

Everybody in town knew that by this time. Mother
Thomas and the other neighboring women followed
in her footsteps. You might have supposed the
Bunch were their own children, they mothered them
SO.

John White went home about dusk, to his wife
Priscilla. His farm lay a mile from the centre of
New Town, and, when he was not riding or driving,
he could stretch his long legs over that distance with
wonderful speed. Priscilla had supper all ready,
He could see it on the table through the telescope
formed by the porch, the sitting-room and the dining-
room. So he went around, at once, to the spring-
room, where living water bubbled out of a pepper-
mint-surrounded spot, and flowed away through a
stone trough, and where clean towels and clean
basins always abounded, and washed his hands and
face ready for the evening meal. He came to the
dining-room door as Priscilla emptied her hot spiced
cookies from a pan, and, while he rubbed his wet
hair into dry bristles, he said :

‘““ They’ve found the little fellow, Priscilla.”

Priscilla knew immediately whom he meant.
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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH, 35





not as much interested in the Dogberrys as John;
but she had a habit of knowing what John meant,
every time he used pronouns referring to people
whom he had not mentioned before.

“Yes, I s’posed they would find him,” said Pris-

cilla. “ He wasn’t hurt any way, was he?”

“Sound as a dollar, except a little bruising. - They

found him over at Danport with some of their oid
kin-folks. Seems that he ran off. by himself.”

“ Did they bring him home?” -

“No, they haven’t brought him yet. But the rest
are all there, yelling and prancing like so many
cats. Jack’s had big adventures ; and the two young
‘ones went down to Billy Greer’s and hauled up some
old -deeds that Lawyer McKay says are worth a pile
o’ money.” :

“Tt isn’t their money, is it?” .

“No.
Durand ; but I s’pose they'll get something for it,

though I don’t know whether they'll take it or not,

the whole tribe are such independent little things.
Ilent Ben ten dollars to go to Danport with, and he
brought back the same bills, and asked the favor of
doin’ a little job for nothin’ for me sometime, to
show his gratitude!’

is Well ” said Priscilla, “sit down, and let’s have
supper.”

About the same time, Mr. Thomas was Bintiag
weakly across the table at his wife, while she gave
him “ the particulars” of the news.

Comment by: Mr.

» choly sigh:

“Well, it’s better to be born lucky than rich, they
say, and I s’pose them children was born. lucky.
Ours wouldn't fare that way, I know.” .

“Don’t call it luck!” says Mother Thomas, ener-
getically. “It’s only that children without fathers
and mothers is seez zo, that’s all. And I believe ours
would fare just as well if we was to die— and they
behaved themselves.”

“Then, we’d better die,” siched Father Thomas.
“They'd be better off!” ~

“Well, ’m goin’ to mother my own as long as I

can,” laughed she, “and when I’m Bone, then it’ll be

somebody else’s turn.”

“T think if their rich relations has lived Within
- twelve miles of ’em ever since they came home from
--Yerrup, three or four years ago, and hasn’t took any



It belongs to some heirs by the name of.

Thomas, made with | a ‘aelate



notice of them till now, they didn’t want to see them
very bad,” continued Father Thomas, lucidly.

“O, pshaw, now! poor folks ain’t such a takin’
sight that they're to be run after. They say people
live all their lives just a little ways from Niagara
Falls, or the big mountains, and never go to see
them, just because they can do it anytime. And
’tisn’t much wonder they let relations alone that
they’ve hardly ever seen, and take no sort of interest.
in. These folks seem to like the children, now that
they’ve sort of been forced to notice them.”

‘The children won’t get any money from that fam-
ily, though.”

“Well, do they want it?” aried Mother Thomas,
impatiently. “The children are doing very well.
It’s better for them to take care of themselves and
learn how, seeing they have to. But it won’t hurt
em to have rich friends, and to find out how the
rest of the world, outside of their own town, lives,”

“Ttll spoil ’em,.”

“Well, then, they’ll have to get unspoiled again,
if they’re so simple as that!”

Jacey Dixon, who came in the evening and jumped
astride the Dogberry gate-post, and whistled the
reluctant Rheem down the lawn, viewed the recent
circumstances in an Oriental light; his painted fan-

_cies rising cloud-capped to the very skies.

“You got us into a pretty scrape, telling us Arty
was down there!” began Remus, indignantly, as
soon as he came within talking distance of the
whistler. :

“Yes, 1 sh’d think I did! I wisht I’d gone in
myself! And I would, too, if ’d known old Billy
had a box full o’ money there, savin’ up for anybody
that wanted it! I heard you got enough to start a
bank with, and was going in Bastoets with your other
rich relations!”

“O, pshaw!” snuffed Rheem,

“Ts it so, that Allie brought home a gold watch
apiece for every one of you? I heard, too, that
Jack was goin’ to be President of the railroad, and
give you all free passes for the rest of your lives.”

“Who tells such things?” cried Remus.

“Well, JI wish’t somebody would adopt me and
take me to Yerrup, like they say them folks in Dan-
port is goin’ to do all you! .Lemmy see your
watches! Hain’t you got a little one you don’t
want?”

(To BE CONTINUED.)










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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.

BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.

CHAPTER XI.
THE, CATHEDRAL CHILDREN,

NE other trip was made to Dan-
port before Arty came home.
», But at last he was brought
in the Greenoff carriage, in
Mrs. Tucker’s charge and
under the general guardian-
ship of Joslyn, who was to
stop a day or two with the
Bunch.



with: thanks and smiles, and
the Berries all clustered around their. baby and their
Strange cousin. Joslyn examined each critically, but
. with sympathetic enthusiasm. Mrs. Wiley had sent
her love to her favorite Allie; his mother a note to
her favorite Ben. Jack, asa young traveller, was
ready to affiliate with their travelled guest, and the
younger children were not shy of him after they saw
Arty galloping over him.

Arthur was a trifle more of a despot, being
_ numored’ so much by his nurse; but le sat upon the
xocking-horse Jacky brought him, and rejoiced
greatly to be home once more.

Lucy and Alice got into a corner of the kitchen
and consulted together after this great arrival. The
outcome of their mingled wisdom was sucha supper
as taxed the deepest resources of Dogberrydom. As
to lodging, that was easily arranged. They gave up
their own room to the guest, and went up-stairs to

the boys’ room, while the boys adjourned to the

Darn. ;

It was another Saturday night, but the June
weather suddenly changed with one of the freaks of
this northern climate. The air took a cold chill ;
the clouds huddled together and rained a sleetlike
drizzle; and at dusk a howling wind came down



Mrs. Tucker went
back in the carriage covered -



from the north and shook everybody’s house about

his ears. It was November in the heart of summer.

Mother Darling, when Loo, with a shawl over her

head, ran to take her the neighborly compliment of

a plate of their best baking for company, bewailed

her doctor’s being out in such a night, for every. -
body else in New Town huddled, in-doors,

Ben made a wood fire in the open. Franklin stove,
which stood in one corner ‘of the sitting-room ; and
Allie pulled the muslin curtains close, resolving to
send all the extra comforters out with the boys when
they retired. Jack and Rome and Remus studied
the brilliant Joslyn, who sat in a stuffed arm-chair
before the fire with Arty on his foot. The perfume

_of the supper the girls were preparing came in through

the mosquito netting of the kitchen-door. It was
delicious comfort ; yet it put Joslyn in mind of noth-

ing he had ever experienced before, Everything was

so homely, ye: so— what Wiley, his grandmother’s
Irishwoman, would call “heartsome.” ‘The atmos-
phere of the house suited his spiritual lungs better _
than the atmosphere at home. Here were so many
boys and girls, loving and needing each other so ©
truly, yet with so little dribble of sentiment! Here :
were such possibilities, and such needs to develop >
them! Who could tell what might work out of this
little brown house! The mysteries of the ’Socia-
tion, revealed. for his financial judgment, shook him
with pleasant laughter. Yet he saw, in the bank of
three dollars and odd cents, a great power, a sort of °
collar clasping into one all the Dogberry necks,

Rome and Remus brought out their corn-popper
and their pop-corn ; their tongues and Jack’s kept
popping, too, And Arthur, on Joslyn’s boot, popped -
laboriously, but conscientiously, into the conversa-_
tion, to entertain their guest with such apropos
remarks as, ©

“Old engines go ‘chug, chug, chug,’ when ‘ev.
draw trains!” -

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faishey an’ I feed ve other pigs ben: ey in the
pen!” —

Or else, with visions of his favorite tein “The
Three Bears,” floating before his mind, he dabbed
out a sketch:

“ An’ ere ’ey stood with ’ey gloves on, an’ ’ey par-
’sols in ’ey hands, an’ Big Bear says, ‘Who’s been
eatin’ my porridge !’”

“You're an odd little “old gentleman, aren’t you? a
said Joslyn, looking down at the baby’s glinting hair,
big velvety eyes, and three-cornered, elfish face.

“Vou pursue your own lines of thought undis- |

turbed by the rest of the world. I wonder now,
really, that they fitted that golden-colored wig on
such an elderly person. . Perhaps it was the largest
une they had, however, and the only one. tliat would
stretch over that full cranium. ‘Take it off and let
us examine. it,” said Joslyn, bending forward and tak-
ing hold of Arty’s scalp-lock.
“Tt’s fast!” protested Arty, staring at the young
‘ gentleman. .
“Humph ! now don’t try to aa on us.
you wear a wig?”
. © Cousin Jos’n says I wear a wig!” said Arty,
, staring aside at his brothers and Sisters:

“And, while you are about it,’ * pursued Joslyn,
“let us examine that glass eye of yours, and these
india-rubber ears ‘that are such a. fine imitation!
* Just look at the curves and: lines*of these ears.
They are as natural-as life!”

““ My eye ain’t glass /” protested Arty.

“You'll be claiming next that you haven’t a cork
leg! and that this. nose of yours doesn’t come off!
- Pull it off and let us see how it is made. Really,
you are a very well put up old gentleman ! {8

Don’t

“Jt doesn’t come 2 off | 1” asserted Arty, with bulging

eyes. ie 3
“My dear .old fellow! we know all about that.
_Your work has been done so well that two-thirds of
the world suppose you are real. But—do you take
yourself to pieces when you go to bed? Suppose
you should get your leg on in a hurry some morning,
so that the foot turued backwards instead of for-
wards! Why, then, one half of you would walk one
. way and the other half the other way, and you'd tear
_ yourself’ in two! Now that you show your teeth I
The

_ must remark that they are a very good set.
; lower ones false, too?”



“My leg doesn’t come off!” cried Arty, feeling

| doubtfully one of the little warm limbs which

bestrode Joslyn’s boot. ‘ You mustn’t say ’at!”

“QO, of course, we’ll not say anything to outsiders ;
but I really should like to see how you look when
you are taken apart and put in glasses of water and
hung around on pegs. It is no wonder you ran off
to hunt up Jacky, if Jacky is your valet, for you are a
helpless old gentleman without him!”

“Tl run off ’gain!” cried Arthur, beginning to -S

feel a personal grievance from these remarks,
let wagons run over me!”

“QO, that would merely knock you into pieces, and
you'd be easily enough put together again. I do
wonder, though, at your reckless extravagance in
pegging all the way to Danport on that cork leg |
If it had worn down what must have become of

«7H

you?”
“You're real nugy/” said Arty, now thoroughly. us
on the defensive, and bristling at his teasing senior “=<

as boy will bristle against boy.

“You're a Metempsychosis,” laughed Joslyn.
“Several thousand years ago you were a little trian-
gle-faced Egyptian, and you used to play hide-and-
seek around the pyramids.”

Arthur pondered this. His ear was sensitive to

-sounds, and the strange name which Joslyn: called” :

him pleased it. He told Allie when she put him
to bed that he was a ’tempychosis ; but his legs did
not come off, and “ Cousin dos'a was just as nugly as
nugly could be.”

At the supper table Joslyn was far from ugly.
He sat at Alice’s right hand and helped her pass the
cups, and told so many stories and jokes that the
table would have been boisterous if the girls had not
been such natural little ladies.

All the children sat up straight, trying to remem-
ber their best manners; and Allie’s eye marked with.
approval that the twins— snuggling together as
usual —did not smear their napkins or upset their-
cups, so the very best table linen might last while the
guest remained. :

They had a tender chicken, broiled deliciously,
and Loo’s best biscuit, and old Mott’s butter — the
finest butter of the best old cow in New Town—
and mother’s cut-glass fruit dish, bearing a floating -
island of honey in an amber sea, and cake in the:
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mother Dearborn’s, and. Loo’s master-pieces in
various jellies, quivering in various lights, and choco-
late—with a great deal of milk in it for the young
ones —and finally flowers —in a tall vase — seeming
almost tropical on a night when the wind screamed
around all the corners “November!” -The girls
knew better than. to throw these delicate and tempt-
ing dishes helter-skelter on the table, too. Their
mother, and their own observations, had trained

~ them to be artists, and Joslyn felt a pleasant thrill,

like that which is given by an unexpected harmony
in music, as he looked over their arrangement.



THE MAGNETISM OF THE KEY-STONE, ,

The lively young man was made — aw hour afterward
— the key-stone of an arch before the crackling Frank-
lin stove, Metempsychosis, on his rocking-horse
beside his Jacky, forming one extremity of that arch,
and Sweet Alice, fair and pleasant, the other. Rome
and Remus so owned his attraction that they
allowed him to separate them, and hung on each side
of him, and Ben Bolt and Loo sat next to them, on
either side.

The arch said they wished they could see all the
countries on the earth; and the key-stone told them
wonderful tales about Spain, and Germany, and Pal-
estine, and England, and France, and Switzerland.
Their eyes stuck out with delight, and they leaned
forward so as almost to destroy the arch, the tnagtehs
_ ism of the key-stone was so great.

' The arch then said they. did wish they could hear







some real good music; and the key-stone said his
head was full of music, and it sounded something
like this; :
“Once there was a family of seven children, and
they lived in a wooden cathedral with gold pillars at
the front of it. They had lovely terraces of ivory
for their play-ground ; and they had also a very decr
friend who frequently called them to this play-ground,
and made. them'and himself happy with exercisé.
He never thought which one he loved best; for he

‘could not love one without loving all, and each was

different from all his brothers and sisters. If you
caught one alone, you knew
him from the rest of the fam-
ily; yet, at the same time, he
never appeared to better ad-
vantage than when with. the
rest.

“Now the cathedral they
lived in was a queer place,
full of arches and crannies:
and shifting chambers. But
the brothers and sisters had
a lovely time in it; and,
though they did not realize
it, people by the thousand —
-I might almost say ‘an in-
numerable multitude ’—came
in front of their. cathedral
house-to hear them as they
skipped around -on the
ivory terraces. For, as they moved, they made har- .
monies. These they-could not hear themselves; but
they moved according to certain laws of their natures
and as their friend led them, :

“These seven cathedral children never had deep
disagreements, but gave and took freely among each
other; and the friend, who delighted in playing with
them on the ivory terraces, loved them more and
More every day of his life. He spent days and
months planning a beautiful movement for them.
The more he loved them the more he desired to
make them give out deeper meanings.

“There was no jealousy among them.

“They were well united,

“They were so unlike that one was necessary to
all the rest.

“But what do you think they did, when their
gnawing under the basement.
out at the front and saw, by the dim daylight, that

folks,



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friend brought his majestic movement for them to
play? ‘They hid in the cathedral and eluded him,
although he pulled‘all the door knobs and pounded
at the basement. ~These children shrunk from what
was tragic and sorrowful; and the friend had to
catch them, and pull one at a time upon the terrace,

‘each one wailing in remonstrance.

“He felt desperately sad, and lay down with his
head on the lowest of the ivory terraces. The cathe-
dral was very still. You might have heard a mouse
The children peeped

other people beside their master were lingering in
sight of the cathedral, in a restless or heart-broken
way. A lady in black clothes sank down in a large

space far below the cathedral and covered her face:

with her hands. The children could -hear her cry in
a smothered voice :

“*Oh, I am dying with pain which still does not
kill me! Oh, my little baby! your loss strangles my
life! You went out of my sight, and they.say you
are dead, and I must submit! JI cannot submit!’

** Poor lady !’ whispered the children in the cathe-
dral. ‘Can’t we comfort her?’

““What! with some gay movement?
never do |’ ,

“See that ragged little girl slipping in.
eager her face is!’ What is she saying? .

“*O, I wisht and I wisht!’ said the little girl.
“Sometimes I wisht so bad I can’t stand it, but I

That would

How

don’t know what it’s for, only for better an’ better!

Mebby I oughtn’t to:-keep a wishin’ for what I don’t
know how to come at, but somehow I can’t help
itl?

“¢The poor little creature’s soul is alia up and
shaking itself, and looking round,’ whispered one of
the cathedral children. ‘O, I wish we could play
some movement which would fill her with joy and
resolution for the rest of her life !’

“Not one of our most brilliant performances would
do that. They are for diversion, for giving pleasure.
The master’s new movement, which’ we hated..to
learn, perhaps would have given us-the key of these
Now there is a man gnawing his beard and
folding his ams. What’s wrong with him ?’

“‘The whole world is a den of selfish thieves,’
muttered the man. ‘Every fellow preys on his
brother, Pooh! talk about honesty, talk about love!





‘a friend of the master’s, approaching him.

There is nothing but self-interest! The human race:
is a very mean race —’

“*Ahl? cried the cathedral children, shaking
their heads. ‘Nothing brilliant would put better
thoughts in that man’s mind! If we knew some-

thing which would touch his heart and make it more















































































































































































































































































































































TRAGIC AND SORROWFUL,

tender! Why, how many people there are that we
can’t touch because we hated to learn any painful

. lesson!’

““*Come! what’s the matter vith you?’ exclaimed
‘Call out
those children you love so well.’

“ lesson,’ sighed the master.

““What! you, their friend ?’

ete




* as





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8 “They have been gay and Ais It is natural for.
_them to remonstrate against having the sorrow of
~ the world expressed through them.’
“ -Do they not know they can be. nothing to, and do
~ nothing for, the human race, if they never learn its
‘troubles?’

“The cathedral children’s friend raised up his
head, and opened the doors again. Then he called
~ with all his power to the children, and they replied
to him as they had never done before. Docile and
" sweet and trembling with earnestness, they did his
‘bidding. They moved on the terraces, calling one
to another with a closeness of brotherhood which
even the man who despised men felt keenly —like
-. a sharp point of truth in a strong parable. They
_.. fell down with their faces on their arms, like the
bereaved woman; but, above the pain passing
through. them, then master made them call to God
who heals pain. Then they marched on, at first in
blind and confusing ways, like those in which the
' ragged girl was lost; but a triumphal march grew
out of this gonfusion: and at last they entered a
‘world” of such delicious’ harmony that words can’
never give ita description.

“The woman went away. The man. went away.
The girl went, too. But the cathedral children had
spoken deep things which were never to be forgot-
‘ten, to these three, and perhaps to many more. , The
pillars of their great dwelling glittered dimly in the
night, and they slept. The gates were shut upon
the ivory terraces, and even their friend was gone.
But wiser and stronger for having felt and borne
part of the woe of the world the seven lay silent in









the cathedral ; and.the echoes of that movement will
stay there as tae as the seven children do.”
“Well, that’s an odd story!” remarked Jack,

-when Joslyn stopped speaking.

“Tell ‘ Three Bears,’ ” suggested Arthur, fixing on
an entertainment more to his mind.

“ Tt’s something about the seven notes in music,’
said Allie, hesitating.

“You get it!” laughed Joslyn. \

“And it somehow seems,” she added, -* to mean
us seven children, too.”
““We never had a knock-down fight in our lives 1.”

cried Jack. “We get along pretty well-together ! ”

“But when we grow up and have troubles,” mur-
mured Loo, “ I wonder how we'll get along?”

“T tell you, now, I would hate to see any of the
girls come to grief!” cried Ben, who understood
Joslyn’s fiction as-a parable, “ whether they ought to
enjoy it alongside of other folks or not.” |

“O, Ldstand by you, Rome!” cried Remus.

“And. Ld stand by you /” she responded.

And “I’d stand by you!” “I’d stand by you !**
resounded all along the arch.

Before they knew what they were doing, the
Bunch were all standing by each other and shaking
hands with each other, reassuringly.

“O, wed all stand by each other,” sg Allie,
laughing, “and if by each other by everybody else
who needed it!”

“You ave a Bunch!” said fase: rising also ‘and
laughing and shaking himself. “Well, hang closé!
But it’s nearly twelve o’clock, and I believe my fur-..

ther hints and admonitions to you now will have to”

be curtailed with ‘Good- meh Dogherry, Bunch !’”

CEND OF PART I.)




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BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD,



CHAPTER I.
“NO HOME!”

T isatact in our, existence that some days or
I weeks, crowded with events, seem longer and of
more importance than months or even years of quiet
living. During the years, however, we are growing
ready to burst into the flower of new events.

For two years after Arthur's journey the Dogberrys
went on pretty much as usual; on a new plane to be
sure, and improving themselves, but. without any
important adventures. j

The Greenoff family did not forget them. Joslyn
gave Alice music lessons, and the whole Bunch, in
instalments of two or three berries at a time, were
taken to visit in Danport. But Allie’s every-day life
was one of school work and planning out the chil-
dren’s clothes.

The Durand heirs were so glad to get their brass-
bound coffer that they very readily sent the twin dis-
coverers of it a couple of hundred dollars apiece ;
and this great. property Rome and Remus solemnly
turned over to their guardian to be invested at ten
per cent, along with Jack’s hundred. They felt that
they were mighty capitalists. In seven years, if the
interest remained untouched, their fortune would
double. Their heads often swam with considering
how they might use it to the best advantage in life.
On first coming into their estate they proposed divid-
ing it equally among the family; but all the Bunch
except themselves scouted the very idea. Now they
were thrust into the enviable position of heirs! and
Rheem never met Jacey Dixon anywhere without
taking care to act with humility, for fear that highly
imaginative boy should think he was proud.

During: this time they thought much about enlare-
ing their house. Their tastes and ideas were grow-

ing. So Ben and Alice took tithes from their earn-



ings, and Jack and the twins turned over their two
years’ interest to the fund, and Ben himself built a
wing, raised the roof of the summer kitchen, and fin-
ished the latter room with a rough plaster. They
had now a parlor, a dining-room and a kitchen, a
guest-room and two roomy chambers for themselves.
There was so much consultation and so much wait-
ing before these rooms could all be furnished and
arranged according to their satisfaction, that it was
quite six months after the beginning that they got to
the outside of the house. It needed a new coat of
paint, and they all went out and looked at its brown
and weather-beaten sides.

‘“‘Let’s paint it white,” said Jack.

O, no! For Allie couldn’t endure white.

“ And white lead costs like fun,” said Benjamin.

“ And a white house always looks like a big tent,”
said Lucy.

“I think green would be pretty,” suggested
Rheem. “TI never saw a green house!”

“And you’re never likely to see one,” said Jack;
“especially Dogberrys’ house. When I was in Cin-
cinnati—” Jack was very fond of soaring back
through his travels —“I noticed a good many nice
buildings painted gray and brown.”

“In stripes and crossbars, eh?” quizzed Ben.

“No, I don’t mean ¢Aat way. I mean some were
brown and some were gray. Gray’s a pretty color.”

They held many councils, and Ben Bolt investi-
gated every shade of pigment. A very pale brown
was found to be as cheap and pretty as anything they
could command, Pale brown it was, and Ben, in put-
ting it on, emphasized it with darker facings. Under
this treatment the old house appeared actually to
expand. How fine, warm-toned and hospitable it
looked !

“There’s one thing more,” said Sweet Alice, “ but
we can’t afford it! That’s a verandah.”

“T tell you what looks nicer,” cried Rome, “and
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that’s. these stripey covers cousin Greenoffs have on
their windows.”

“ Awnings,”

“They’d cost as much asa verandah,” objected
Lucy.

Still their minds all ran on ‘that subject. The
house stood back on a well kept and shaded lawn,
and the awnings would be more delightful than
verandahs all around. So they thought and inquired

and planned, and finally made for themselves some
wonderful cheap awnings, with covers to go under
when it rained, and ropes to pull them up, and a
framework satisfactory in the extreme.







like an umbrella, looked solemnly at his rejuvenated
home.

Mother Thomas, going home with her sewing under
her arm, from spending the afternoon with a neigh-
bor, saw the group camping and came up to find
what they were about. ,

“Why, how fine we are!” exclaimed she.
your house done?”

“Clear finished! And O, isn’t it sweet!” cried
Rome. “I’m so glad we got everything just fixed in
the summer time when the trees are green. I'd feél
sorry if it had to stand out in the snow when it looks
so new!”

“Got

“We're sitting here taking our lei-





















































sure to admire it because we’ve been



























































































so long about the work,” said Sweet












“JUST PRETTY ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING,’?

Then they sat down en the lawn and looked at their
house quite half a day. It was a beautiful place. It
looked like a sea-side cottage. None of them had
ever seen a sea-side cottage, so this simile did not
occur to them; but they pronounced it with one
accord “just pretty enough for anything !”

Arthur, in knickerbockers and blouse, and his first
boots, and a straw hat so broad that it quenched him



Alice, smiling. “We've been nearly
two years planning it all and raising
the money to fix the house. Haven't
we, children?”

“That’s because girls are so full of
notions and so slow,” cried Jack. “If
we'd been all boys we’d had it done
long ago!”

“Yes, and what a sight it would
have been,” said Lucy. “A whittling
place, a sleeping place and an eating
place, and all doors so’s you could run
in and out easy. That’s a boy's
house!”

“Now, Loo!” remonstrated Ben,
“this is part a boy’s work, and you
seem to think it’s pretty creditable.”

“It’s first-rate!” said Mother
Thomas, shaking with good-humored
approval of all.that the Bunch did,

“But you ought to sce the new
rooms!” cried the twins.

“And the kitchen!” cried Arthur,

“And the china closet!” said
Allie. “O, you must come in and see it all!”

So they took her amongst them — some pulling and
some pushing her, the tall ones calling her attention
upward, and the short ones bespeaking her attention
downward— and showed her first what improve-
ments they had made in the sitting-room, the band of
dull Indian red at the top of the wall, a case of
books -on a table, given them by Joslyn Greenoff,
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their attempts at “applied art” on some cheap bits
of pottery, and the effect the awnings produced in
the room. Then they dragged her to the wing-room,
fresh and new, the wood grained dark by Ben’s
untrained but really imitative hand, the chamber set
the best their hoarded means could buy, the
grand easy-chair, put together of rough wood by Ben
and covered and stuffed by the girls ; then into the
closet pantry which their budding architect brother
had introduced between the dining-room and kitchen,
with a window where the dishes could be handed
back and forth, and with such shelves! and such
suug locker arrangements with lids, for bread, cake,
etc.

Last of all Mother Thomas was constrained to
view the glories of the new kitchen, raised from its
former low estate of shed ; and, though she had pre-
viously seen all these things piecemeal, not one but
many times, she expressed as much astonishment
and joy over the completed whole, as if her eyes had
never before rested on a moderately comfortable
house,

“Stay to tea with us,” begged Lucy, who, having
done her week’s baking, felt sure of a tolerable bill of
fare.

“Ves, do!” urged ‘all the Bunch, when a shadow
pushed over the door-step and across the parlor floor
and quite into the dining-room, where they were
almost clamoring in their eagerness and joy.

“There’s some one at the door. Maybe it’s
Cousin Joslyn!” exclaimed Jack.

They made a charge on Cousin Joslyn, but it was
their guardian, Lawyer McKay. He was a welcome
comer, too ; though they were all just in tune with Jos-
lyn’s happy nature at that moment, and would: have
loved, of all things, his criticism or approval of their
work,

Mr. McKay had to go over the whole round which
Mother Thomas had just finished. They asked his
opinion of the wing, and desired to know if he didn’t
highly admire the band of Indian red under the parlor
ceiling,

“We'd like to put a new carpet in the parlor,”
said Allie, “but we can wait for that.”

“Yes, till after we have bought an organ!” cried
the twins.

** And some more books,” said Ben.

“And some pictures!” exclaimed Jacl: “What



does a fellow care for carpets? I just as hef tum-
ble down on the bare floor, if I can have something
pretty overhead to look at. These pictures that
mother made at school are real nice, but they make
a fellow want more.”

Sweet Alice observed that their guardian viewed
their improvements with a grave and clouded face.
She and Ben Bolt as the heads of the family felt
their responsibility. She did not wish him to think
they had been indulging in prodigal expenses.

“We put a rug carpet in the new room,” she
observed, calling his attention to it. “It didn’t take
nearly as much carpeting asif we hud covered the
floor; and is so much prettier with the border! I
bought that with the money I meant to get anew
summer suit with, but I didn’t really need the suit as
much as we needed the carpet. Ben made that stain
for the floor-border. When you see how little it cost
us to make these changes, Mr. McKay, you'll be sur-
prised !”

“It’s very pretty,” said guardian.

Lucy, while the others were acting as ushers, had
touched up a quick fire in the kitchen stove and set:
the kettle to boil. She now rolled out the table, put
in an extra leaf, and they heard her rattling with
much importance in the new china closet.

“T did all the carpenter work myscl!,” said Ben,
“and got the lumber at the lowest figure — and the
paints, too. There’s a good deal in getting your
materials cheap.”

“You're an energetic, bright lot,” said Lawyer
McKay. Still he appeared no less troubled than.
before.

“ We just used the interest of our money,” observed
Jack, with importance, “and some more that we
earned and saved on purpose.”

“ And now we’ve got lots of room!” cried Remus..

“*Plenties !”? cried Rome.

“Just as pretty a home as anybody need want!”
wound up Jack.

“They do enjoy anything so much!” remarked
Mother Thomas to the lawyer, shaking her portly
figure with sympathetic laughter.

“You’ve used the interest of your money,” said
Mr. McKay, queerly, “and have been putting your
spare earnings into these improvements ?”

“Yes, sir!” chorused the Bunch with faint appre-
hension.
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“We thought you were willing we should go ahead

and make them, sir,” said Ben.

“Twas. ment you could make.”

“My gracious !” thought Mother Thomas ; “if the
man has any fault to find, why doesn’t he out with it
instead of talking so scary —just when they’re tak-
ing such comfort in everything!”

“ And — wasn’t it the wisest investment ? ” inquired
the Bunch, all of them turning up their eyes on him,
solemnly — except Ben, who stood on a level with
his guardian and, therefore, looked straight at him.
Arthur’s straw hat was pushed to the back of his
head —he was the baby still, and manners were not
rigidly enforced on him —his hair strageled down to
his eyebrows, his immense, serious eyes were spread
wide, to take in the full measure of some calamity
which Mr. McKay appeared to hold over their
heads.

“No,” said their guardian, slowly. “If I had
known then what I know now, I never should have
advised it,
ing you toput your means upon the house. Iam
afraid you are going to have trouble, children.”

A breathless waiting for the worst,

“There is another claimant to this property.”

The younger ones scarcely understood.

‘Another party has a title to it.”

“That won’t do him much good, I guess!”
exclaimed Jack, hotly. “Our father left this house
and two lots to ws /”

“But it seems there was a flaw in your father’s
title.”

“Didn’t you think it was all right, Mr. McKay ?”
asked Alice, piteously, very pale about the mouth,

“Of course I thought it was all right !”? exclaimed
guardian, “I never examined into the title very
closely ; but White, after he had settled up your
father’s property, turned over the papers to me and
told me you had your home and your lots. The
taxes have been paid regularly —”

“T’m going to Mr. White this minute,” said Jack,
“and ask him if anybody owns our house and lots
but ourselves |”

He darted across lots for John White’s.

“White was appointed administrator,
said Mr. McKay. “I was appointed guardian.
is a good and honest man.

you know,”
He
I suppose he knows

I should have been very far from allow-:





nothing about any irregularity in the title, and such a
thing never occurred to me until I got a letter ves-
terday setting forth a valid claim of another party,
and demanding possassion.”.

“ Possession!” gasped the Bunch — except Arthur,
whose eyes expanded more, if possible, and drank in
whole draughts of the doleful tidings,

Lucy, drawn from tea preparations, stood lean-
ing disconsolately against the dining-room door.
frame,

“Sit down, Mr. McKay,” said Allie, faintly, realiz.
ing that she wanted very much to sit down herself.
Ben wheeled the large chair towards him and ne sat
down, looking really distressed among his wards
Alice sat down and took Arthur on her lap. Mother
Thomas, who had a constitutional distrust of law and
lawyers, also entrenched herself in a chair, and pre-
pared to support the children through the danger
now threatening them. Rome and Remus interlaced
arms and firmly propped one another. Ben took a
stand similar to Lucy’s, and leaned with one brawny
arm above his head. :

“If father bought and paid for this property, Mr.
McKay,” said he, “and got all the papers for it, isn’t
it ours?”

“If the papers are right,” replied guardian ; “if he
made his title good. There are very many instances
of defective titles; and a piece of real estate will
change hands again and again, the lawyers never
finding out that another party has the rightful claim
till that party turns up to make his claim good. J
suppose you might have gone on comfortably all
your lives in this house—some of you—if a certain
man hadn’t left his affairs, when he died, in the hands
of a very sharp person. That person now claims
this little piece for the estate, on the grounds of an
informality in the first purchase.”

The Bunch were mystified but greatly distressed.

“ Nothing but a quit-claim from these original own.
ers could make your title perfect.”

“Couldn’t we buy a quit-claim, then?”
begged to know.

Mr. McKay shook his head.

“ Everything depends on what they may choose to -
do.” ,

“It’s a shame,” cried Rheem, “if our father paid
out his money for our house and other folks can ga
and take it from us!”

Ben
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“Tt’s just as bad as can be!” assented Maude,
‘crying. “It’s stealin’ things!”

“Tt’s unfortunate,” said guardian, “truly. But
the law doesn’t’ rob, and, especially, doesn’t rob
orphans. We'll see what we.can do.”

John White now entered with Jack panting at his
heels, and, after gravely exchanging greetings with
Mr. McKay, asked to have the case repeated to him.
The two men went into the guest-room — alas, that
its first use should be such a funeral-like one !— and
held a consultation. John White had administered
on the very small Dogberry estate, and had done it
to the best of his ability. He had seen an abstract
of the lots and considered everything safe.

“Do you think they’d better fight this? ” he asked,
greatly disturbed. “If they haven’t the means for it,
Ihave. [I feel like I ought to see the thing through.”
John’s granite-like face showed the quartz and feld-
spar now, instead of its usual mica-like glints of fun.

“Frankly, no,” said their guardian. “There’s a
minor on the other side, too. They’d get involved
in endless suits, or get judgment against them; for
the thing’s very clear. I wouldn’t have had this hap-
pen for a year’s income!”

“It’s a shame!” cried John, “ discouraging the lit-
tle tribe so, when they’re so full of hope! More energy
than half the grown folks — and just got their house
fixed up to their idee!”

“There’s this,” said Lawyer McKay, indicating a
‘point on which to fasten hope. “The Dalrymple
estate is very large. This is a stray bit of one of
Dalrymple’s ‘investments in Western lands. In this
locality it isn’t very valuable to the estate. If there
wasn’t a minor heir on that side, too, I might get a
quit-claim deed from that estate which would make
these children safe.”

While their friends were conferring the Bunch
huddled together in the parlor. Mother Thomas,
secretly indignant at being shut from a consultation
in which she felt a vital interest, went home, pained
and excited over the probable fate of the children
and they remained for some time without speaking. ,

Then Sweet Alice, unable longer to bear the strain
of controlling herself, wiped two oozing tears from
her eyes and murmured :

“What sia we do if we have to lose our home?”

The twins took up the wail;

“O-o0-oh! No home!”



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And Arthur emphasized it by opening his mouth
even wider than his eyes, and joining the melan-
choly chorus with a whoop of grief:
“ No-o home!”

CHAPTER II.

BLACK SHORT-HAND.

AFTER his short consultation with John White
Mr. McKay went home again. He paused at the
door to cheer them up as well as he could.

“At anyrate you have possession,” said he, “ and
will keep it until the matter is settled one way or the
other. We'll do the best we can.”

John White walked to the railroad station with
him, quite roused and anxious.

How different their house looked to them now!
They got up and marched over it again. They
lamented in the spare room. They regretted the
beauty and finish of the china closet. In their
wrath and desolation they wished they could say
“ Abracadabra!” and turn the kitchen back into a
shed !

“That lovely band of Indian red!” said Lucy.

“Our awnings!” exclaimed Rome and Remus,
tremulously. “We'll take them off—so we will!
We'll carry them away with us!”

“ But where shall we carry them to?’ said Allie.
She and Ben gazed at each other.

“Well, don’t let’s cry till we’re hurt,” urged Jack.
“Mr. McKay says we’ve got possession and can
keep it till we’re turned out; and if they go to turn
us out we'll shut the doors and windows, and — and
— and — yes, we'll fight’em !”

Jack saw an imaginary host of big harsh men
armed with clubs and true titles, and his soul rose in
resistance.

“There’s no use in our talking,” said Ben—as
the Head of the House he stated plainly their posi-
tion to thém all— “if we have to give up our home
we'll just do it, and get another the best way we can.
Perhaps the time’s coming for us to stand by each
other |”

They drew closer together.

“There’s our four hundred,” exclaimed Rome.

“Vou can have a/ that,” said Remus.
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“Ves, we'll have a little left,” observed Jack, “ for
there’s my hundred, too.”

Sunday passed dolefully. On Monday Allie went
to school as usual. Ben put in a good day’s work on
one of the buildings which were habitually rising in
New Town. - Jack did his station business, and Loo
kept the home machinery running. But in them all
there was asecret solemn looking towards the impend-
ing crisis. At four o’clock Rome and Remus came
home from school with Arty toddling between them,
He deserted them near the station and went to his
Jack ; and they went straight to the loft over the sta-
ble to carry out some literary work which they had
planned.

This loft had no windows except broad chinks
between the boards ; but they considered it a delight-
ful sort of studio. For ceiling it had the brown and
pointed roof ; and the swallows, like low murmuring
musical-boxes, played continually under its eaves.
The floor was very clean. There were two stools,
anda table made of a box set on legs, with a lid
which raised, disclosing treasures of copy-book frag-
ments and bits of blank paper torn off letters, In
one corner —and convenient to the studio, like an
Italian apartment — was Maude’s own special pri-
vate residence, her cupboard preserving all the
dishes ever broken in Dogberrydom; her table,
made by Remus, and_ slightly uneven-legged like a
kangaroo, and both her rag and china dollies,
Raggy, with oblong head and stiff crosspieces of
arms and her pencilled features half defaced, lay
sprawling out in her blue calico, looking very much
discouraged ; but the China, whose charming name
was Helen Evelyn Rosalie Dogberry, sat up in a lit-
tle rustic chair made of roots, and kept house beauti-
fully.

“Susan,” said Maude to Raggie, “you do look
ridiculous poutin’ down there. I’d switch her jf I
had the heart, for showing such a disposition ; for I
set her up straight at noon and this morning, too,
and she kicks over every time. But maybe she feels
bad about us going to lose our place, and doesn’t know
what in the world she’ do for a home |”

“Maybe she’s sick,” said Rheem, beginning to
search his breeches’ pockets for a stub of a lead pen-
cil, taking out a bunch of string, some flints, three
paper birds, a half-shelled ear of corn, two knives
(one swapped and to be delivered up the following



morning for a jew’s-harp, which the other boy forgo»
to bring that day), some nails, and a small padlock
and key, and half a dozen matches.

“Let me have my key,” said Rome, “maybe she is
sick. Ill unlock my house and see.”

She very gravely received the padlock and key
just mentioned from her brother’s hand, and, step:
ping to an imaginary door rattled the two together.

“Lock, lock, lock, lock! Now it’s open. Susan,
what’s the matter with you, my sweet child? Aren't
you well? Or have you lain down on the floor just
to show. your naughty temper? Look at Helen Eye-
lyn sitting there like a little lady!”

Here she changed her voice to a tiny plaintive
whine and spoke for Susan.

“Ma, she won’t let me have the chair at all! She
sits in it all the time, and I have to stand up or lean
across one of the cupboard shelves !”

“What, Helen Evelyn, won’t you let Sister Susy
sitin the chair? You mustn’t be selfish with your
sister !””

“Yes, ma, Susy may have it.”

“That’s a good girl! I guess you can both sit in
it. Now kiss each other.”

he bumped their faces together. Helen Evelyn’s
nose appeared worn away somewhat by greetings of a
similar character on harder substances than sister
Susy’s cheeks. And she had lost one foot, but did
all that she could genteelly to cover that defect
The foot had wandered to school in her ma’s pocket
Maude meant to sew it on again—it being a china
foot on a cloth joint — but, in an unguarded moment.
she traded it off to another girl for some chewing
gum, which Allie prohibited her chewing. So it wasa
dead loss; for the girl wouldn’t trade back, and
Helen was injured for life. Perhaps this circum-
stance made her heart tenderer towards this doll, for
all the handsomest clothes fell to Helen ; but favorit
ism did not spoil her sweet disposition.

Having crowded her two children into the root.
chair, Maude drew up the table before them and
gave them a bit of wholesome and nourishing candv
for their supper, with a great many bits of broken china
from the cupboard shelves for them to feast their eyes
upon. Susan was still slightly perverse and stuck
one foot upon the table, declaring that Helen Evelyn
squeezed her out of the seat; but her mother
checked her with a reproachful shake of the head.
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“Come on,” said Remus, “I’ve found it!” produc-
ne from a fold of his pocket, where several fish-

ing Tee,

hooks were embedded, a speck of lead pencil to
which he carefully gave a point, and in doing so
reduced its size so much that it wabbled on the
paper between his finger and thumb.

“T must put ’em to bed first.”

“©, let them put themselves to bed! We'll never
get our letter done.”

Rome took her key and, retreating, again made
magic passes with it.

“Lock—lock, lock—lock! Now the door’s
jocked. Here, put up the key for me, Rheemie.”
Then she returned to their sanctum and studio.

Remus was already on a stool with the fairest half
sheet of paper before him, sucking the lead pencil
stump. He took the key absently and slid it into his
trousers’ pocket. .

“Now, don’t lose it,” exhorted Maude, in her
usual formula; “for what ’ud I do if those children
should be locked in, and their clothes should take
fire and I couldn’t get to them!”

“T won’t Jose it!” cried Remus, spurning the idea,
as he always did, though his daily path was sown
with lost doll-house keys, and he had once been
obliged to force the invisible door with a corn-coh
that Maude might get in to her starving dollies.
She now brought her stool close to his, and put her
arm around the back of his little vest.

“Do you spell dear with a big D or a little d?”
inquired he.

“ Big,” said Maude.

He wrote laboriously. ‘* Dear —”

“Maudie, how does Cousin Joslyn spell his
name?”

“JT don’t know. Ill run and ask the girls.”

“Don’t you!” cried Remus, bringing her down in
full flight. “We weren’t going to tell! We were
going to write our own selves!”

The truth was that they instinctively knew the
family pride would keep the older ones from pouring
the tale of Dogberry calamity into Joslyn’s bosom.
But no such pride hindered them, and they did not
want to be hindered by anything else. Joslyn was a
mighty power in their eyes. His fertile nature had
often added to their joys. It was now the very lux-
ury of trouble to display it before him. What he
would do they did not know, Something tremen-



dous, probably, One thing they were sure of, and
that was his warm — his real comforting sympathy.

“Well, how do you think it’s spelled?”

“Don’t write it, Puta J and wait till we get
through ; then maybe we can think of the rest.”

“Dear J.—”

“ Say Mr. McKay came and told us we hadn’t got
any house or lots.”

“How do you spell McKay? I wish there wasn’t
so many names! I guess [’ll put it K—’n’ then we
can fix it. ‘Dear J—,K. says we haven’t any
property’—that sounds better than lots. Property.
Le’s see. P-r-o-p —”’

“ P-i, pi, proppi — ”

“Aw, pshaw! don’t le’s say property, it’s so long.



P-R-o-p— ”

“pis SEB

he’s say residence —that’s what folks call their
houses. R-e-z, res—”

“R-e-s, Rheemie !
residence ?”

“O,I can spc it; but it takes so long to write,
and this pencil slips so! J’]l put it R.”

“Little r, or else we’ll think it’s somebody’s name
when we come to read it over,”

“*Tear J—, K. says we haven’t any x.’
Ill say ‘We feel very bad.’ ”

“Ves, write that; and put in ‘ All of us do—awful
—even Metempsychosis!’ He'll know we mean Arty,
for that’s what he calls Arty.”

Don’t you know how to spell

Then
48

Remus wrestled along until he came to Metempsy-
chosis. Then he and Maude gazed at each other,
and without a word he put it M.

“Tell him ‘We would love to see you and the
other relations.’ ”

The spelling-shirk was now chronic. When Remus
came to “relations ” he made another phonetic charac-
ter, and his work got pretty rapidly down the page.
Maude would have taken a turn at the pencil, but
Rheem imagined himself the better scribe, and told
her they better not waste any writing-paper on her
experiments ; for they might soon be driven into the
world without a scrap. Submitting to his decision
she contented herself with prompting him.

They poured forth their souls and made a very
expressive letter in intention ; and then they tried to
translate it out of the original.

“Read it over and hear how it sounds, Rheemie.”

“DEAR J —: K. says we haven’t any r. We feel
very bad, all of us do, awful, even M. We would
Love to see you and the other R. There is some-
thing wrong with our t. Somebody else has better
t. We might get aq, but there isa young h, Vou
ought to see our house. It is r and has A at all the
If we have to leave it we shall feel d.
The dolls are well. Loo broke a g and I was glad
to have it in my playhouse. I caught sixteen fish the
last time I went. We got good bait in our garden.

Your loving C,
RHEEM nee

windows.

Mauprt DoGBERRY.

“I get all mixed up!” cried Rheem, puckering
his soft eyebrows at his twin. “I forget what some
o’ the letters stand for!”

“J, that’s Joslyn; and K, that’s McKay; and r
that’s —”’

“We've got in three t’s!”

“Well, r stood for relations once, I remember.”

“We haven’t any relations! Now that ain’t right,
for we were going to tell him something about the
house. And down here it says: ‘ You ought to see
our house. Itisr.’ Now ¢za?¢ ain’t relations. Our
house ain’t our relations !”

“That was repaired ; and then it has A, you know
— awnings!”

“O, yes! ‘There is something wrong with our

od

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“ Title — ”

“It sounds mighty queer, doesn’t it? ‘If we have
‘ Loo broke:
ag—’goblet. I saw her break it. But we’ve got.
the fish and the dolls mixed. ‘ Your loving cousins.’
We'll have to study over this and find out how to.
spell the words before we send it, or Cousin Joslyn
won’t know what we mean.”

“We can hunt the,words in the big dictionary, I
tell you, Rheemie,” proposed this devoted sister, “I
can run and bring it out here now!”

“No,” cried Remus, “T’ll put the letter in my
jacket pocket, and we’ll hunt the words when the
rest of them go out to sit in the Air Castle or play
croquet.”

“And to-morrow we'll get a stamp and envelope
and send our letter.”

The business of the studio was now finished, and
they climbed down the ladder and went to the
house.

But they never sent that short-hand letter to
Joslyn, When Jack came to supper he brought the
mail, two letters ; one addressed to Allie, the other
to Ben. Allie broke her envelope first and read

aloud :

“My CHARMING COUSIN AND THE WHOLE BUNCH:
I write in a hurry to say that we are off to the Arkan-
sas Hot Springs, almost without warning. My
grandmother, Mrs. Wiley, has been failing greatly.
The physician thinks the baths and the climate may
do her good. Of.course mother goes with her, and
Wiley ( Mrs. Wiley’s woman ) with them. And they
imagine there is something the matter with me,
though I cannot be convinced of it myself; but as
they need me to look after them, and I haven’t had

any vacation from the bank for an age, I shall go and

get as fat as the heat will let me.

“The house will be shut up, probably for the
whole summer; for if Mrs. Wiley can bear it we
shall take her from place to place. We are really
very much alarmed about her. She is quite old, and
her life has to be very carefully guarded. She was |
delighted with that white shawl you netted for her,
Allie, and sends her kindest remembrances, in which
mother joins. ‘Bless you, my children!’ Be good,
all of you. I should love to rush in among you
before we start ; but we start to-morrow, early, and I
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have everything to attend to. Will write again.
With loads of appreciation,
“ Cousin JOSLYN.”

‘Poor dear old lady!” said Allie.

But Rome and Remus looked at each other in a
onsternation peculiarly their own. How should

hey reach Cousin Joslyn with a letter if he was start-
‘ng out to caper all over the country ?

Ben broke his envelope, and his troubled face over
his letter stopped any comment which would have
been made upon the first one.

“Out with it, Ben Bolt,’ said Jack, stoutly.
“That’s Mr. McKay's office envelope. Have we
got to tumble out?”

Ben handed the letter over to Jack, who read it
with a ring as if he defied its terrors.

Guardian had another message from the party
claiming their lots. The ground was wanted to build
agrain elevator upon. The claim would certainly
be enforced, and the ground taken possession of as
soon as the law allowed.

“ A grain elevator!”

“On our ground!”

“ Maybe right in front of the house

“ What is an elevator?” cried Rome, between her
obs.

“Why it’s what they go up and down-stairs in
when they don’t want to walk,” explained Remus,
just as tearfully.. “I saw one in the hotel at Danport.”

“We don’t want any nelevator!” said Arty, very
red and white with his emoticns. “We won’t have
it! We'll tear’t down !”

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“Tt isn’t that kind of an elevator, Rheemie,”
explained Ben, with a husk ta his voice. “It’s a
high building to store grain in. And there isn’t any
use in our making a fuss.”

The girls tried to staunch their eyes, and Remus



‘Wwr’LL TEAR "Tr Down!”

flung away five or six tears with his finger tips.
“T tell you what le’s do,” said Jack. ‘‘ We’ve got
our house done.: We enjoyed fixin’ it, and put our -

money and time on it. Now le’s have some good out.

of it! You never can tell what’s going to happen,
do your best. So le’s have one royal good time to
remember !”






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THE DOGBERRY BUNCH.
PART It.



BY MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.



CHAPTER III.
RED SHORT-HAND.

HIS philosophy struck kindred sparks in the
rest of the family, and they at once prepared
to have a good time,

The supper dishes were soon on their shelves, and
the house as trim as a new schooner. Then they
made another procession to look at all their improve-
ments, and rejoiced over everything, Jack declaring
he was glad after all that they had such a nice look-
ing place to leave.

“It’s more credit to us than the old house, and
whoever lives in it will feel obliged to us.”

“It’s a home,” said Allie. “The next people can’t
help knowing that.”

For fear this subject should grow moister, they ran
out on the lawn and trooped up and down over
every familiar spot. Rome and Remus swarmed up
into the Air Castle, and Arty bruised his shins trying
to follow. Loo put a pansy band all around his hat.
Then they all played croquet, till it grew so dark
the balls were hopelessly hid by the grass, and then
they brought chairs out, and cuddled in them or on
the stoop, close together. Loo had some spice cook-
ies in the pantry. She brought them out, and they
munched and were happy. By mutual understand-
ing they let their future alone, and told stories, and
jokes, and rhymes. A freight train rumbled past,
and they watched through the trees the glare of its
eye, and a solitary figure or two darting back and

. fcrth on it.

“No, 8,” said Jack, with business address, lifting
Arty up on his knees to watch it. If there was one
thing on earth more attractive to Arty than locomo-
tive power, he had not yet discovered it. He stood
on Jack’s legs, bracing himself by Jack’s scalp, and
‘strained his eyes till the freight was quite lost in





darkness, and even its two ruby rear lamps were
obscured. Then he slid to his feet, and sat down
again on the step, murmuring:

“ The Big Black Horse!”

“Say ‘The Big Black Horse,’ Arty!” cried
Rheem.

“ Can’t say it.”

“OQ yes, you can!” said Jack. “We've said ita
hundred times. Cousin Joslyn won’t make you any
more poetry if you go and forget it.”

Arthur wriggled on the step and professed himself
able to say “pieces” of it, if Jacky would do it, too.
Jacky, therefore, darted off like a mother-bird luring
her young one to fly, and Arty flopped alongside as
well as he could, very glib with-some of the lines and
making a mere mumble of the others. In this way ”
they had really recited “The Big Black Horse” a
hundred times, thereby greatly edifying their family.

“The Big Black Horse is my heart’s delight,
I run to watch him by day or night.
I waked in the night and I heard his hoofs
Come making thunder past walls and roofs.
He snorted coals, and they flew up higher
Than even the glare of his eye of fire.
He panted and rushed and my breath I hushed —
How awful to be by his tramping crushed ! —
The houses shook as his carts flew past,
All barred and darkened except the last.
A rose-red light hung over its dash
Perhaps so the driver could see to lash
Any hangers-on, who might love to crash
Through dark — through cities—through water-course,
At the heels of the glorious
BIG
BLACK
HORSE!

“The Big Black Horse wears a brazen bell,

In towns and at crossings he rings it well—
‘Get out of my way, little sons of men,

The Big Black Horse must go by again!’
Burnished and clean is his panting hide-

You can see a bright throb dart along his side!


He often draws carr.azes, long and fine;
So strong is he, I have seen a line
Of five or six follow in his course.
He can draw Zots of people —can that black horse!
He isn’t afraid of a narrow road!
Just give him a foothold, he’ll pull his load.
But pit-falls have caught him as fierce he strode!
Then people have cried over many a corse !
But / should cry, too, for the
BIG
BLACK
HORSE!