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Wings and stings

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Wings and stings a tale for the young
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A. L. O. E., 1821-1893
Paterson, Robert, fl. 1860-1899 ( Engraver )
Small, William, 1843-1929 ( Illustrator )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
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viii, 108 p., [9] leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.

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Christian life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Early works to 1900 -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Bees -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
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Minnie cares for her sick mother and the lessons she learns from insect life reinforces her strength.
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Illustrations engraved and signed by R. Paterson drawn after W.S. (William Small).
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by A.L.O.E.

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WINGS AND STINGS.

A Gale for the Doung.

By

A LO. B.

Author of ‘The Voung Pilgrim,” “The Giant Killer,’
“The Robbers’ Cave,” j
Se. Oe.

* How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower !”
Watts.

decondon:

T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW.
EDINBURGH ; AND NEW YORK.

1893



Wreface.




gaat is the use of a preface? Most of
my young readers will regard it as they
would a stile in front of a field in

which they were going to enjoy hay-
making; as something which they
hastily scramble over, eager to get to what is
beyond. Such being the case, I think it best to
make my preface as short, my stile as small as
possible, not being offended if some of my friends
should skip over it at one bound! To the more
sober readers I would say, if you look for some fun
in the little field which you are going to enter,
remember that in haymaking there is profit as well
as amusement; in turning over thoughts in our
minds, as in turning over newly-mown grass, we
may “make hay while the sun shines,” which will
serve us when cloudier days arise.

A. L. O. E.



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WINGS AND STINGS.



CHAPTER I.
THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE,

? AD you not better go on a little faster with
your work, Polly?” said Minnie Wingfield,
glancing up for a minute from her own,
over which her little fingers had been
busily moving, and from which she now



for the first time raised her eyes.

“T wish that there were no such thing as work!”
exclaimed Polly from her favourite seat by the school-
room window, through which she had been watching
the bees thronging in and out of their hive, some
flying away to seek honied treasure, some returning
laden with it to their home.

“T think that work makes one enjoy play more,”
replied Minnie, her soft voice scarcely heard amidst



10 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE,

the confusion of sounds which filled the school-room,
for there was a spelling-class answering questions at
the moment, and the hum of voices from the boys’
school-room, which adjoined that of the girls, added
not a little to the noise.

The house might itself be regarded as a hive, its
rosy-cheeked scholars as a little swarm of bees, and
knowledge as the honey of which they were in search,
drawn, not from flowers, but from the leaves of
certain dog’s-eared books, which had few charms for
the eyes of Polly Bright.

“T never have any play,” said the little girl,
peevishly. ‘‘ As soon as school is over, and I should
like a little fun, there is Johnny to be looked after,
and the baby to be carried. I hate the care of
children—mother knows that I do—and I think that
baby is always crying on purpose to tease me!”

“Yet it must be pleasant to think that you are
helping your mother, and doing your duty.”

Polly uttered a little grunting sound, which did
not seem like consent, and ran her needle two or
three times into her seam, always drawing it back
instead of pushing it through, which every one knows
is not the way to get on with work.

“Why, even these little bees,” Minnie continued,
“have a sort of duty of their own, and how steadily
they set about it!” ;



THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE. ll

“Pretty easy duty! playing amongst flowers, and
feasting upon honey!”

“Oh! but—’

“ Minnie Wingfield, no talking allowed in school!”
cried the teacher, from the top of the room, turning
towards the corner near the window. “Polly Bright,
you are always the last in your class!”

This time the lazy fingers did draw the needle
through, but a cross ill-tempered look was on the
face of the little girl, while her companion, Minnie,
colouring at the reproof, only worked faster than
before.

We will leave them seated on their bench with
théir sewing in their hands, and passing through
the little window, as only authors and their readers

. can do, cross.the narrow garden with its small rows

of cabbages and onions bordered by a line of stunted
gooseberry-bushes, and mixing with the busy inhabi-
tants of the hive, glide through the tiny opening
around which they cluster, and enter the palace of
the bees. Now I have a suspicion, that though my
young readers may be well acquainted with honey-
comb and honey, and have even had hives on a bench
in their own gardens, they never in their lives have
been inside one, and are totally ignorant of the
language of bees. . For your benefit, therefore, I
intend to translate a little of the buzzing chit-chat



12 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

of the winged nation; and, begging you to consider
yourself as little as possible, conduct you at once to
the palace of Queen Farina.

A very curious and beautiful palace it is, the
Crystal Palace itself is not more perfect in its way.
Look at the long lines of cells, framed with the nicest
care, row above row, built of pure white wax, var-
nished with gum, and filled with provisions for the
winter! Yonder are the nurseries for the infant
bees; these larger apartments are for the royal race ;
that—largest of all—is the state-chamber of the
queen! How straight are the passages, just wide
enough to let two travellers pass without jostling !
And as for the inhabitants of this singular palace, or
rather, I should say, this populous city, though for
a moment you may think them all hurrying and

_bustling about in utter confusion, I assure you that
they are governed by the strictest order; each knows
her own business, her own proper place! I am
afraid that before you are well acquainted with your
small companions, you may find some difficulty in
knowing one from another, as each bee looks as
much like her neighbour as a pin does toa pin. I
am not speaking, of course, of her majesty the queen,
distinguished as she is from all her subjects by the
dignified length of her figure and the shortness of

her wings; but you certainly would not discover,
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THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE, 13

unless I told you, that the little creature hanging
from the upper comb is considered a beauty in Bee-
land. You must at once fancy your eyes powerful
microscopes, till a daisy is enlarged to the size of a
table, and the thread of a spider to a piece of stout
whip-cord; for not till then can you find out the
smallest reason why Sipsyrup should be vain of her
beauty. Yet why should she not pride herself on
her slender shape or her fine down !—vanity may
seem absurd in a bee, but surely it is yet more so in
any reasonable creature, to whom sense has been given —
to know the trifling worth of mere outside looks; and
I fear that I may have amongst my young readers
some no wiser than little Sipsyrup.

She is not buzzing eagerly about like her com-
panions, who are now working in various parties;
some raising the white walls of the cells; some carry-
ing away small cuttings of wax, not to be thrown
away, used in some other place, for bees are very
careful and thrifty; some putting a fine brown
polish on the combs, made of a gum gathered from
the buds of the wild poplar; some bringing in pro-
visions for the little workmen, who are too busy to go
in search of it themselves. No, Sipsyrup seems in
her hive as little satisfied as Polly in her school-room,
as she hangs quivering her wings with an impatient

movement, very unworthy of a sensible bee,
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14 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE,

“A fine morning this!” buzzed an industrioua
young insect, making bee-bread with all her might,
I may here remark, that the subject of. the weather
is much studied in hives, and that their inhabitants
show a knowledge of it that might put to shame
some ‘of the learned amongst us. J am not aware
that they ever make use of barometers, but it is said
that they manage seldom to be caught in a shower,
and take care to keep at home when there is thunder,

“A fine morning indeed!” replied Sipsyrup.
“Yes; the sunshine looks tempting enough, to be
sure; no doubt the flowers are all full of honey, and
the hills covered with thyme; but of what use is
this to a poor nurse-bee like me, scarcely allowed to
snatch a hasty sip for myself, but obliged to look
after these wretched little larvee (that is the name
given to young baby-bees), and carry home tasteless
_ pollen to make bread for them, when I might be
enjoying myself in the sunshine!”

“We once were larvee ourselves,” meekly observed

_ Silverwing.
“Yes, and not very ia ago,” replied Sipsyrup
rather pertly, glancing at the whitish down that
showed her own youth; for it was but three days
since she had quitted her own nursery, which may
account for her being so silly a young bee.

“And but for the kindness of those who supplied



THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE. 15

our wants, when we were poor helpless little crea-
tures, we should never have lived to have wings,”
continued her companion.

“Don’t remind me of that time!” buzzed Sip-
syrup, who could not bear to think of herself as a
tiny, feeble worm. ‘Anything more weary and
tiresome than the life that I led, shut up all alone
in that horrid cell, spinning my own coverlet from
morning till night, I am sure that I cannot imagine!
Ah! speaking of that spinning, if you had only seen
what I did yesterday !”

“What was that?” inquired Silverwing.

“As I flew past a sunny bank, facing the south,
I noticed a small hole, at the entrance of which I
saw one of our cousins, the poppy-bees. Her dress,
you must know, is different from ours (Sipsyrup
always thought something of dress); it is black,
studded on the head and back with reddish-gray
hairs, and her rings are edged with gray. Wishing
to notice a little more closely her curious attire, I
stopped and wished her good day. Very politely
she invited me into her parlour, and I entered the
hole in the bank,”

“A dull, gloomy place to live in, I should fear.”

“Dull! gloomy!” exclaimed Sipsyrup, quivering
her feelers at the recollection; ‘why, the cell of our
queen is a dungeon compared to it! The hole grew



16 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

wider as we went further. in, till it appeared quite
roomy and large, and all round it was hung with the
most splendid covering, formed of the leaves of the
poppy, of a dazzling scarlet, delightful to behold !
Since I saw it, I have been scarcely able to bear the
look of this old hive, with its thousands of cells, one
just like another, and all of the same white hue!”

“Had the poppy-bee a queen?” inquired Silver-
wing.

‘No; she is queen, and worker, and everything
herself; she has no one to command her, no one to
obey ; no waspish companion like Stickasting there,”

* What’s that? who buzzes about me?” cried a
large thick bee, hurrying towards them with an
angry hum! Stickasting had been the plague of
the hive ever since she had had wings; she was
especially the torment of the unfortunate drones,
who, not having been gifted with stings like the
workers, had no means of defence to protect them
from their bullying foe. When a larva, her impa-
tient disposition was not known; she had spun her
silken web like any peaceable insect, then lain quiet
and asleep as a pupa or nymph. But no sooner did
the young bee awake to life, than, using her new
powers with hearty good will, she ate her way
through the web at such a quick rate, that the old
bees who looked in pronounced at once that she was



THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE, , 17

likely to be a most active worker. Nor were they
disappointed, as far as work was concerned; no one
was ready to fly faster or further, no one worked
harder at building the cells; but it was soon dis-
covered that her activity and quickness were not
the only qualities for which she was remarkable. If
ever bee had a bad temper, that bee was Stickasting ;
quarrelling, bullying, attacking, fighting,—she was
as bad as a wasp in the hive! No one would ever
have trusted larvee to her care; Sipsyrup might
neglect or complain of her charge, but Stickasting
would have been positively cruel. Her companion-
ship was shunned, as must be expected by all of her
character, whether they be boys or bees; and she
seldom exchanged a hum, except of defiance, with
any creature in the hive.

Sipsyrup, the moment that she perceived Stick-
asting coming towards her, flew off in alarm, leaving.
poor Silverwing to bear the brunt of the attack.

“Who buzzes about me?” repeated Stickasting
fiercely, flying very close up to the little nurse-bee.

‘Indeed I never named you,” replied Silverwing
timidly, shrinking back as close as she could to the
comb,

_ “Tf you were not talking against me yourself, you
were listening to and encouraging one who did.
Who dare say that I am waspish?” continued Stick-



18 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

asting, quivering her wings with anger till they were
almost invisible. “It is this gossip and slander
that make the hive too hot to hold us! I once
thought better of you, Silverwing, as a quiet, good-
natured sort of a bee, but I now see that you are
just like the rest, and as silly as you are ugly!”

This was a very provoking speech—it was intended
to be so; but Silverwing was not a creature ready
to take offence; whatever she felt, she returned no
answer, an example which I would strongly recom-
mend to all in her position, whether standing on six
feet or on two.

But Stickasting was resolved to pick a quarrel if
possible, especially with one whom she considered
less strong than herself, for she was not one of those
generous beings who scorn to take advantage of the
weakness of another. Stickasting much resembled
the class of rude, coarse-minded boys, who find a
pleasure in teasing children, and annoying little girls,
and like to show their power over those who dare
not oppose it.

‘“‘T owe you a grudge, Silverwing, for your Bouse
to me yesterday. When I was toiling and working
at the cells like a slave, not having time to go out
for refreshment, I saw you fly past me two or three
times, and not a drop of honey did you offer

”

me.



THE BIG HiVE AND THE LITTLE ONE. 19

“T was carrying pollen for my little larve,” gently
replied Silverwing; “it is not my office to supply
the builders, though I am sure that I should do so
with pleasure; but the baby-bees are placed under
my charge, and you know what care they need till
they begin to spin.”

“Yes; idle, hungry, troublesome creatures that
they are! Have they not set about their spinning
yet? I'll make them stir themselves ””—and Stick-
asting made a movement towards the nursery-cells.

“The larvee do not like to be disturbed !” cried
Silverwing, anxious for her charges, and placing her-
self between them and the intruder.

“Like! I daresay not; but who cares what they
like! Get out of the way, Ill prick them up a
little 1” :

“You shall not come near them!” hummed the
little nurse, resolutely keeping her place.

“T say that I shall,—who shall hinder me? Get
out of my way, or I'll let you feel my sting.”

Silverwing trembled, but she did not stir, for she
was a faithful little bee. As the hen is ready to de-
fend her chickens from the hawk, and even the timid
wren will fight for her brood, so this feeble insect
would have given up her life rather than have for-
saken the little ones confided to her care.

But she was not left alone to struggle with her



20 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

assailant: two of her winged companions came to the
rescue, and Stickasting, who had no wish to encounter
such odds, and was fonder, perhaps, of bullying than
of fighting, no sooner saw Waxywill and Honeyball
on the wing, than with an angry hum she hurried
out of the hive,



CHAPTER Ii.

SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL.



WISH that all little nurses were as trust-
@ worthy as Silverwing, or as kind and
Ss patient with their charges! While Polly
Bright has sat in her mother’s cottage trim-
ming her bonnet, till it looks as absurd as
pink ribbons can make it, the poor baby has been
crying unheeded in his cradle, except that now and
then, when vexed more than usual by the noise,
with an almost angry look she pauses for a moment
to rock the cradle with her foot. She does not
notice that little Johnny has been clambering up by
the pail, which her mother has set aside for her
washing, till the sudden sound of a fall, and a splash,
and a child’s frightened cry, startle her, and she sees
little streams running all over the stone floor, and
Johnny flat on his face in the middle of a loud roar
—and a pool of water.



22 SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL.

Up she jumps, not in the best of tempers; poor
J ohnny is dragged up by one arm, and receives one
or two slaps on-the back, which only makes him cry
louder than before; he stands a picture of childish
misery, with dripping dress and open mouth, the
tears rolling down his rosy cheeks, helpless and
frightened, as his careless sister shakes and scolds
_ him, and shakes him again, for what was the effect
of her own negligence.

Happily for the little boy, Minnie Wingfield is a
near neighbour, and comes running at the sound of
his distress.

“Why, what is the matter, my dear little man?”

are her first words as she enters the cottage.

“Took here! did you ever see anything like it?
His dress clean on to-day! I cannot.turn my back
for a moment, but he must be at the pail—naughty,
tiresome, mischievous boy!” and poor Johnny
received another shake. ‘A pretty state the cot-
tage is in—and there—oh, my bonnet! my bonnet !”
exclaimed Polly, as she saw that in her hurry and
anger she had thrown it down, and that, pink rib-
bons and all, it lay on the floor, right across one of
the little streams of water.

“Never mind the bonnet; the poor child may
be hurt; and oh, take care, the baby will be
wetted!” and without waiting for Polly’s tardy



SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL. 23

aid, Minnie pushed the cradle beyond reach of
danger.

While Polly was yet bemoaning her bonnet, and
trying to straighten out its damaged ribbons, Minnie
had found out something dry for the shivering little
boy, had rubbed him, and comforted him, and taken
him upon her knee; then asking him to help her
to quiet poor baby, had hushed the sickly infant in
her arms. Was there no pleasure to her kind heart
when its wailing gradually ceased, and the babe fell
into a sweet sleep, or when Johnny put his plump
arms tight round her neck, and pressed his little
lips to her cheek ?

There are some called to do great deeds for man-
kind, some who bestow thousands in charity, some
who visit hospitals and prisons, and live and die the
benefactors of their race. But let not those who
have not power to perform anything great, imagine
that because they can do little, they need therefore
do nothing to increase the sum of happiness upon
earth. There is a terrible amount of suffering
caused by neglect of, or unkindness to little children,
Their lives, often how short! are embittered by
harshness, their tempers spoiled, sometimes their
health injured; and can those to whose care the
helpless little ones were confided, imagine that
there is no sin in the petulant word, the angry blow,



24 SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL.

or that many will not have one day to answer for
all the sorrow which they have caused to their
Lord’s feeble lambs, to those whose spring-time of -
life should be happy.

Would my readers like to know a little more of
Minnie Wingfield, whose look was so kind, whose
words weré so gentle, that her presence was like
sunshine wherever she went? She lived in a little
white cottage with a porch, round which twined
roses and honeysuckle. There was a little narrow
seat just under this porch, where Minnie loved to sit
in the summer evenings with her work, or her book
when her work was done, listening to the blackbird
that sang in the apple-tree, and the humming of the
bees amidst the blossoms. Little Minnie led a
retired life, but by no means a useless one. If her
mother’s cottage was the picture of neatness, it was
Minnie who kept it so clean. Her brother’s mended
stockings, his nicely-washed shirts, all did credit to
her neat fingers. Yetshe could find time to bestow
on the garden, to trim the borders, to water the
plants, to tie up the flowers in which her sick
mother delighted. Nor did Minnie neglect the
daily school. She was not clever, but patient and
ever anxious to please ; her teacher regarded her as
one of her best scholars, and pointed her out as an
example to the rest. But Minnie’s great enjoyment



SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL. 26

was in the Sunday school; there she learned the
lessons which made duty sweet to her, and helped
her on the right way through the week, The small
Bible which had been given to her by her father,
with all his favourite verses marked, was a precious
companion to Minnie: not studied as a task-book,
or carelessly read as a matter of custom ; but valued
as a treasure, and consulted as a friend, and made
the rule and guide of daily life.
And was not Minnie happy? In one sense she
- certainly was so, but still she had her share of this
world’s trials. The kind father whom she had
fondly loved had died the year before ; and besides
the loss of so dear a friend, his death had brought
poverty upon his family. It was a hard struggle to
make up the rent of the little cottage, which Mrs,
Wingfield could not bear to quit, for did not every-
thing there remind her of her dear husband—had he
not himself made the porch and planted the flowers
that adorned it! Often on a cold winter’s day the
little fire would die out for want of fuel, and Minnie
rise, still hungry, from the simple meal which she
had spared that there might be enough for her
parent and her brother,
Mrs. Wingfield’s state of health was another
source of sorrow. She was constantly ailing, and
never felt well, and though saved every trouble





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26 SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL,

by her attentive child, and watched as tenderly as a
lady could have been, the sufferings of the poor
woman made her peevish and fretful, and sometimes
even harsh to her gentle daughter.

Tom, her brother, was also no small trial to
Minnie. Unlike her, he had little thought for any-
thing beyond self; he neither considered the com-
fort nor the feelings of others; if Minnie was like ~
sunshine in the cottage of her mother, Tom too often
resembled a bleak east wind, and though Mrs. Wing-
field and her daughter never admitted such a thought,
their home was happiest when Tom was not in it.

But it is time to return to our hive.



CHAPTER III.
A FLATTERING INVITATION,

AXYWILL and Honeyball had both come
to the assistance of Silverwing, and she
buzzed her thanks in a grateful way
to both, though different motives had
brought them to her aid, for they were
very different bees in their dispositions.

Honeyball was a good-humoured, easy kind of
creature. Very ready to do a kindness if it cost
her little trouble, but lazy as any drone in the hive.
Honeyball would have liked to live all day in the
bell of a foxglove, with nothing to disturb her in her
idle feast. -It was said in the hive that more than
once she had been_known to sip so much, that at
last she had been unable to rise, and for hours had
lain helpless on the ground. Sipsyrup, who, like




other vain, silly creatures, was very fond of talking

about other people’s concerns, had even whispered
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28 A FLATTERING INVITATION,

that Honeyball had been seen busy at one of the pro-
vision-cells stored for the winter’s use, which it is
treason in a bee to touch; but as those who talk
much generally talk a little nonsense, we may hope
that there was no real ground for the story.

Waxywill was one of whom such a report would
never have been believed: there was not a more
honourable or temperate worker in the hive. . Yet
Stickasting herself was scarcely less liked, so peevish
and perverse was the temper of this bee. If desired
to do anything, it was sure to be the very thing which
she did not fancy. Were cells to be built,—she could
not bear moping in-doors; if asked to bring honey,
she always found out that her wings were tired.
She could not bear submission to the laws of the
hive, and once actually shook her wings at the
queen! When she flew to help Silverwing, it was
less out of kindness to her than the love of opposing
Stickasting ; and yet Waxywill was not an ungener-
ous bee—she had more sense, too, than insects gener-
ally possess; she would have been respected, and even
loved, in the hive, had not her stubborn wilful temper
spoilt all.

. We will now follow Sipsyrup in her hasty flight,
as, leaving both her friend and her charges behind,
she made her retreat from Stickasting. How delight
ful she found the fine fresh air, after the heated hive !



A FLATTERING INVITATION. 29

Now up, now down, she pursued her varying course,
sometimes humming for a moment around some fra-
grant flower, then, even before she had tasted its
contents, deserting it for one yet more tempting.
Deeply she plunged her long tongue into its cup;
her curious pliable tongue, so carefully guarded by
Nature in a nicely fitting sheath. “ Sheath your
tongue!” was an expression which the gossiping
little bee had heard more often than she liked, especi-
ally from the mouth of Waxywill. It might be an
expressive proverb in other places than Bee-land, for
there are tongues whose words are more cutting than
swords, that much need the sheath of discretion.
The movements of the lively insect were watched
with much interest by Spinaway the spider, from her
quiet home in a rose-bush. Sipsyrup, disdaining
the narrow garden of the school, had winged her
way over the wall, and turning into a narrow green
lane that was near, was now sporting with the
blossoms by Mrs. Winefield’s porch. Spinaway was
a clever, artful spider, somewhat ambitious too in
her way. She had made her web remarkably firm
and strong, and expected to be rewarded by nobler
game than the little aphis, or bony gnat; she had
once succeeded in capturing a blue-bottle fly, and this
perhaps it was that raised her hopes so high, that
she did not despair of having a bee in her larder.

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30 A FLATTERING INVITATION.

“Good morning,” said Spinaway, in a soft coaxing
tone, as Sipsyrup came fluttering near her. ‘You
seem to have travelled some distance, my friend, and
if you should like to rest yourself here, I am sure
that you would be heartily welcome.”

Sipsyrup was a young inexperienced bee, but she
did not much fancy the looks of the spider, with her
hunchback and long hairy legs. She politely, .there-
fore, declined the invitation, and continued her feast
in a flower.

“Tam really glad to see a friend in a nice quiet
way,” continued the persevering spider. ‘‘I find it
very dull to sit here all day; I would give anything
to have wings like a bee.”

Sipsyrup, who loved gossip, advanced a little
nearer, taking care to keep clear of the web.

“T do long to hear a little news of the world, to
know what passes in your wonderful hive. I am
curious to learn about. your queen ;—your manner
and style of dress is such, that I am sure that you
must have been much about the court.”

Settling upon a leaf, still at a safe distance, Sip-
syrup indulged her taste for chit chat, glad to have
so attentive a listener. Spinaway soon heard all the
gossip of the hive—how the present queen had
killed in single combat the queen of another swarm,
whilst the bees of both nations watched the fight—



A FLATTERING INVITATION. 31

and how the hostile band, when they saw their queen
dead, had submitted to the conqueror at once. How
a slug had last morning crept into the hive and
frightened her out of her wits, but had been put to
death by fierce Stickasting, before it had crawled
more than an inch. Sipsyrup then related—and
really for once her conversation was very amusing—
all the difficulties and perplexity of the people of the
hive, as to how to get rid of the body of the intruder.
She herself had been afraid to venture near the mon-
ster, but Silverwing and the rest had striven with all
their might to remove the dead slug from their hive.

“And did they succeed?” said Spinaway, much
interested.

“Oh! it was quite impossible to drag out the slug!
We were in such distress—such a thing in the hive
—our hive always kept so neat and clean that not
a scrap of wax is left lying about!”

“What did you do?” said the spider; “it saily
was a distressing affair !”

“Waxywill thought of a plan for preventing an-
noyance. She proposed that we should cover the
slug all over with wax, so that it should rather ap-
pear like a piece of the comb than a dead creature
left in the hive.”

“A capital plan!” cried Spinaway ; “and was the
thing done ?”



32 A FLATTERING INVITATION.

“Ves, it was, and before the day was over.”

“So there Mrs. Slug remains in a white wrapping,”
laughed the spider, “a warning to those who go where
they are not wanted. You were, I daresay, one of
the foremost in the work.”

“NotI; Iwould not have touched the ugly crea
ture with one of my feelers !”

“T beg your pardon!” said the spider; “ indeed
I might have judged by your appearance that nothing
but the most refined and elegant business would ever
be giver. to you! You look as though you had
never touched anything rougher than a rose!”

This speech put Sipsyrup in high good-humour,
she began to think that she had judged the spider
harshly, and that she really was an agreeable creature
in spite of her ugly hunch.

“Tf you speak of delicate work,” observed the bee
very politely, ‘‘I never saw anything so fine as your
web,”

“Tt is tolerably well finished,” said the spider with
a bow; “would you honour me by a closer inspection?”

“Oh! thank you, I’m not curious in these matters,”
replied Sipsyrup, still feeling a little doubtful of her
new friend.

“You have doubtless remarked,” said Spinaway,
“that each thread is composed of about five thousand
others, all joined together.”



A FLATTERING INVITATION. 33

“No, really ; I had no idea of that—how wonder-
fully fine they must be!” ;

“T am surprised that you did not see it, at least
if the powers of your eyes equal their beauty! I
never beheld anything like them before—their violet
colour, their beautiful shape, cut, as it were, into
hundreds of divisions like fine honeycomb cells, and
studded all over with. most delicate hair! I would
give my eight eyes for your two!”

“Two!” cried Sipsyrup, mightily pleased, “I have
three more on the back of my head.”

“T would give anything to see them; if they are
but equal to the facetted ones, no creature in the
world could boast of such a set! Might I beg—
would you favour me ?”—

Silly Sipsyrup ! foolish bee ! not the first, however,
nor I fear the last, to be caught by sugary words!
Blinded by vanity, forward she flew—touched the
sticky clammy web—entangled her feet—struggled
to get free—in vain, in vain !—quivered her wings
in terrified efforts—shook the web with all her might
—but could not escape! Her artful foe looked
eagerly on, afraid to approach until the poor bee
should have exhausted herself by her struggles. Ah!
better for Sipsyrup had she kept in her hive, had
she spent all the day in making bee-bread, to feed
the little larva: in their cells!



CHAPTER IY.

HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS,

| ay c ie arte Tom, looking up from the
bowl of porridge which he was eating
in the rose-covered porch.



“Poor thing!” said Minnie, rising from

her seat.

“A precious fright it must be in! what a noise it
makes !” cried her brother.

“Tt is not much entangled—I think that I could
seb it free!”—-and Minnie ran up to the web.

‘And be stung for your pains—nonsense! leave
italone. It is good fun to watch it in its struggles.”

“Tt never can be good fun to see any creature in
misery,” replied Minnie; and with the help of a
little twig, in a very short time poor Sipsyrup was
released from the web.

“Poor little bee!” said Minnie, “it has hurt its













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HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS. 35

wing, and some of the web is still clinging to its
legs ; I am afraid that it cannot fly.”

“T hope that it will sting you,” laughed Tom.
“ Are you going to nurse and pet it here, and get up
an hospital for sick bees ?”

“JT think that it must belong to our school-
mistress’s hive. I will carry it there, and put it by
the opening, and let its companions take care of
it;” and notwithstanding Tom’s scornful laugh,
Minnie bore off the bee on her finger.

* “You are the most absurd girl that I ever knew,”
said he on her return. ‘What does it matter to
you what becomes of one bee! I should not mind
smothering a whole hive!”

“Ah! Tom,” said his sister, “when there is so
much pain in the world, I do not think that one
would willingly add ever so little to it. And I have
a particular feeling about animals. You know that
they were placed under man, and given to man, and
they were all so happy until—until man sinned ;
now, innocent as they are, they share his punishment
of pain and of death, and it seems hard that we
should make that punishment more bitter !”

“Then my tender-hearted sister would never taste
mutton, I suppose.”

“No; the sheep are given to us for food, but I
would make them as happy as I could while they



36 ‘HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS.

lived. Oh, Tom, we are commanded in the Bible
to be ‘tender-hearted,’ and ‘merciful,’ and surely
to be cruel is a grievous sin!”

“T wonder that you did not crush the saides that
would have eaten up your bee.”

“Why should I? She did nothing wrong. It
is nature that has taught her to live on such food ;
I would be merciful to spiders as well as to bees.”

“You carried off her dinner—-she would not thank
you for that.” .

“Perhaps I did foolishly,” said Minnie, with a
smile, “but I cannot see a creature suffering and not
try to help it.”

“T wish that you saw the green-grocer’ s horse,
with his bones all starting through his skin, and the
marks of the blows on his head! What would you
say to the master of that horse?”

“Oh! I wish that he would remember that one
verse from the Bible, ‘ Blessed are the merciful, for
they shall obtain mercy.’ Without mercy, what
would become of the best—without mercy, we all
should be ruined for ever—and if only the merciful
can obtain mercy—oh! what will become of the
cruel?”

“Pshaw!” cried Tom, not able to dispute the
truth of Minnie’s words, but not choosing to listen
to them, for he had too many recollections of bird-



HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS. 37

nesting, cockchafer-spinning, and worrying of cats,
to make the subject agreeable. Some find it easier
to silence an opponent with a “pshaw!” than by
reason or strength of argument, and this was Tom’s
usual way. He did not wish to continue the con-
versation, and, perhaps with a view to change its
subject, said in a sudden, abrupt tone, as he stirred
his porridge with his pewter spoon,—

“You've not put a morsel of sugar in my bowl.”

“Yes, indeed I put some,” replied Minnie.

“But you know that I like plenty, I have told

you so a thousand times.”

“But, dear Tom, I have not plenty to give you
—we have nearly come to the end of our little store
—and you know,” continued she, lowering her voice,
“that we cannot buy more until we are paid for
these shirts.”

The little girl did not add that for the last three
days she had not tasted any sugar herself.

“Nonsense!” cried Tom, starting up from his
seat, and hastily entering the cottage. He took
down from the shelf a large broken cup, which was
used to contain the store of sugar. Mrs. Wingfield
was lying asleep in the back-room, being laid up
with a worse headache than usual.

Fearing lest her mother should be roused from
her sleep, Minnie followed her brother, her finger on



38 HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS,

her lip, a look of anxious warning on her face. But
both look and gesture were lost upon Tom, who was
thinking of nothing but himself.

“Here’s plenty for to-day,” he said in a careless
tone, emptying half the supply into his bowl.

“But Tom—our poor mother—she is ill, you
know—”

“Well, I’ve not taken it all.”

“But we cannot afford—”

“Don’t torment me!” cried Tom angrily, helping
himself to more.

“Oh! dear Tom,” said the little girl, laying her |
hand upon his arm.

“Tl not stand this nonsense!” exclaimed the
boy fiercely, and turning round, he flung the rest of
the sugar into the dusty road. “'There—that serves
you right—that will teach you another time to mind
your own business and leave me alone ;” and noisily’
setting down the empty cup, the boy sauntered out
of the cottage.

Something seemed to rise in Minnie’s throat—
her heart was*swelling, her cheek was flushed with
mingled sorrow and indignation. Oh, how much
patience and meekness we require to meet the
daily little trials of life !

Minnie was roused by her mother’s feeble, fretful
voice. “I wish that you and Tom had a little



HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS. 39

more feeling for me! You have awoke me with
your noise !”

_ “Tam sorry that you have been disturbed, dear
mother; I’ll try and not let it happen again. Do
you feel better now ?”

“No one feels better fur awaking with a start,”
returned Mrs, Wingfield peevishly ; “I should not
have expected such thoughtlessness from you.”

Minnie’s eyes were so brimful of tears that she
dared not shut them, lest the drops should run over
on her cheek, She knew that her mother would not
like to see her cry, so, turning quietly away, she went
to the small fire to make a little tea for the invalid.

There was nothing that Mrs. Wingfield enjoyed
like a cup of warm tea; and when Minnie brought
one to the side of her bed, with a nice little piece of
dry toast beside it, even the sick woman’s worn face
looked almost cheerful. As soon, however, as she
had tasted the tea, she set down the cup with a
displeased air.

“You've forgotten the sugar, child.”

“Not forgotten, mother, but—but I have none.”

“More shame to you,” cried Mrs. Wingfield, her
pale face flushing with anger; “I am sure that a
good deal was left this morning; you might have
thought of your poor sick mother—she has few
enough comforts, I am. sure.”



40 HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS.

Poor Minnie! she left the room with a very heavy
heart ; she felt for some minutes as if nothing could
cheer her. Angry with her brother, grieved at her
mother’s undeserved reproach, as she again sat down
to work in the little porch, her tears fell fast over
her seam. Presently Conscience, that inward moni-
tor, to whose advice the little girl was accustomed to
listen, began to make itself heard. ‘This is fool-
ish, this is wrong—dry up your tears, they can
but give pain to your sick mother. You must
patiently bear with the fretfulness of illness, and not
add to its burden by showing that you feel it. You
know that you have not acted selfishly, you need
not regret your own conduct in the affair—is not
that the greatest of comforts? But I know very
well,” still Conscience whispered in her heart, “ that
you never will feel quite peaceful and happy till no
anger remains towards your brother. A little sin
disturbs peace more than a great deal of sorrow;
ask for aid to put away this sin.”

Minnie listened to the quiet voice of Conscience,
and gradually her tears stopped and her flushed
cheek became cool, She made a hundred excuses
in her mind for poor Tom. He had been always
much indulged—he would be sorry for what he had
done—how much better he was than other boys
that she knew, who drank, or swore, or stole! And



HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS, 41

for herself, what a sin it was to have felt so miser-
able! How many blessings were given her to
enjoy! She had health, and sight, and fingers able
- to do work, and neither she nor her mother had
difficulty in procuring it, the ladies around were so
kind! Then there was the church, and the school,
and the best of books;—and the world was so
beautiful, with its bright sun and sweet flowers—
there was so much to enjoy, so much to be thankful
for! And Minnie raised her eyes to the blue sky
above, all dotted over with rosy clouds; for it was
the hour of sunset, and she thought of the bright
happy place to which her dear father had gone, and
how she might hope to join him there, and never
know sorrow again! What wonder, with such
sweet thoughts for her companions, if Minnie’s face
again grew bright, and she worked away in her
little porch with a feeling of peace and grateful love
in her breast, which a monarch might have envied!

(288) 4



CHAPTER V.

CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE.






>
3

aan OOR. Sipsyrup ! how sadly she stood at the

Wig entrance of the hive, where her gentle pre-
_ server had left her. The fine down of
which she had been so vain, was all rubbed
and injured by her struggles in the web;
one of her elegant wings was torn; she felt that all
her beauty was gone! She had hardly courage to
enter the hive, and was ashamed to be seen by the
busy bees flocking in and out of the door. I am
not sure that insects can sigh, or I am certain that
she must have sighed very deeply. The first thing
that gave her the least feeling of comfort was the
sound of Silverwing’s friendly hum. The poor
wounded insect exerted her feeble strength, and
crept timidly into the hive.

“Sipsyrup ! can it be!’ cried Hone ball rousing
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CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE. ‘ 43

“Sipsyrup looking as though she had been in the
wars!” exclaimed Waxywill, who, in the pride of
her heart, had always looked with contempt on her
vain silly companion.

“My poor Sipsyrup !” cried Silverwing, hastening
towards her. Their feelers met (that is the way of
embracing in Bee-land), the kind bee said little, but
by every friendly act in her power showed her pity
and anxiety to give comfort.

What pleased Sipsyrup most was the absence of
Stickasting, who had not returned to the hive which
she had left an hour before in a passion.

After resting for a little on a. half-finished cell,
while Silverwing with her slender tongue gently

smoothed her ruffled down, and brought a drop of
honey to refresh her, Sipsyrup felt well enough to
relate her sad story, to which a little group of sur-
rounding bees listened with no small interest. Sip-
syrup left altogether out of her account the fine
compliments paid her by Spinaway—she could not
bear that her vanity should be known; but she
gained little by hiding the truth, as this only made
her folly appear more unaccountable.

“Tcannotunderstand,” said Waxywill, “how any bee
in her senses could fly into a web with her eyes open!”

“When there was not even a drop of honey to be
gained by it,” hummed Honeyball.



44 CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE.

Sipsyrup hastened to the end of her story, and
related how she had been saved from the spider by
the timely help of a kind little girl.

‘May she live upon eglantine all her life!” ex-
claimed Silverwing with enthusiasm; ‘‘and have her
home quite overflowing with honey and pollen !”

“This is the strangest part of your adventure,”
said Honeyball; “this is the very first time in my
life that I ever heard of kindness shown to an insect
by a human being.”

“T thought that bees were sometimes fed by them
in winter,” suggested Silverwing.

“Fed with sugar and water! fit food for a bee,”
cried Honeyball, roused to indignation upon the only
subject that stirred her up to anything like excite-
ment. “And have you never heard how whole
swarms have been barbarously murdered, smothered
in the hive which they had filled with so much labour,
that greedy man might feast upon their spoils !”

“Tf you talk of greediness, Honeyball,” drily
observed Waxywill, “I should say, Keep your tongue
im a sheath !”

“T am glad that it is not the custom for men to
eat bees as well as their honey,” laughed Silverwing.

“Oh !” they are barbarous to everything, whether
they eat it or not,” exclaimed Waxywill with an
angry buzz. ‘Have I not seen a poor butterfly,



CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE. 45

basking in the sun, glittering in her vest of purple
and gold.—Ah! Sipsyrup, in your very best day,
you were no better than a black-beetle compared to
her !”

An hour before, Sipsyrup would have felt ready
to sting Waxywill for such an insolent speech, but
the pride of the poor bee was humbled ; and when
Waxywill observed her silence, and noticed her
drooping looks, she felt secretly ashamed of her pro-
voking words. She continued,—“ Have I not seen
the butterfly, I say, dancing through the air, as
though life was all sunshine and joy !—I have seen
a boy look on her—not to admire, not to feel pleas-
ure in beholding her beauty, but eager to lay that
beauty in the dust, and seize on his little victim!
I have watched him creeping softly, his hat in his
hand, as anxious about his prize as if to destroy a
poor insect’s happiness was the way to secure his
own! Now the unconscious butterfly rose high
above the reach of her pursuer, then sank again to
earth, to rest upon a flower, whose tints were less
bright than its wings! Down came the hat !—
there was a shout from the boy, the butterfly was
prisoner at last! If he had caught it to eat it, as
the spider caught Sipsyrup, I could have forgiven
him, for men as well as bees must have food, and I
suspect that they do not live entirely upon honey ;



46 CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE.

but it made me wish for a hundred stings when I
saw the wretched insect lying on the ground, flutter-
ing in the agonies of death; the boy had barbar-
ously torn off its bright beautiful wings, and had
not even the mercy to put it out of pain, by setting
his foot upon it !”

“Tt had never injured him,” murmured Silver-
wing.

“Tt had never injured any one; it desired nothing
but to be allowed to spend its short life in peace.”

“How would the boy have liked to have had his
wings torn off,” said Honeyball, “ for the amusement
of some creature stronger than himself?”

“Men and boys are worse than hornets!” mut-
tered Waxywill. .

“But we have found one .of human-kind,”
-hummed Silverwing, cheerfully, “who could be
merciful even to a bee! Perhaps in the world there
may be others like her—too noble, too generous to
use their strength to torture and destroy what
cannot resist them.”

Waxywill and Honeyball now took their departure,
I fear rather for their own pleasure than for the
benefit of the hive, as Waxywill was not in a humour
to work, and Honeyball was always in a humour to
idle. As soon as they had flown out of reach of
hearing, poor Sipsyrup said in a very dull tone, “I



CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE. 47

wonder what is to become of me now, poor unhappy
insect that Iam! I fear that I shall never be able
to fly, and to live on here in this wretched way is
almost worse than to be eaten by a spider.”

“Oh, you should not say so!” replied gentle
Silverwing; “you can still crawl about, and you
are safe in your own home.” !

“Safe !—I am miserable! With what pleasure
I had thought of joining the first swarm that should
fly off. I am tired of the hive, this noisy bustling
hive ; I have lost everything that I cared for, every-
thing that made life pleasant—my beauty, my
‘strength, my power of flying—I have nothing
left—”

“But your duties,” added Silverwing; “make
them your pleasures. My dear friend, if you no
more can be pretty, you may still be useful; if you~
no more can be admired, you can still be loved.
You may not be able to go far, or to see much, but
there are better joys to be found in your own
home.”

Before the night closed, both the little nurse-bees
were busy feeding the larve. ©



CHAPTER VI.

A STINGING REPROOF.



A{HE sunset was still casting a red glow over
*. the earth, throwing the long shadows of
the trees on the ground, and lighting up
the cottage windows, as Polly Bright stood
at the door of her cottage, watching for her mother’s
return. :

Mrs. Bright was a hard-working woman, who,
during the absence of her husband, a soldier in the
Crimea, earned many an honest shilling as char-
woman in the house of the squire on the hill. She
generally managed to let Polly have the advantage
of attending the school in the morning; though her-
self unable to read, she liked the idea of her daughter
being a scholar, and as plain-work was also taught
in the school, she thought that what Polly acquired
there might make her not only more learned, but
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A STINGING REPROOF. 49

morning that the char-woman’s child could be spared
from her home. During her mother’s frequent ab-
sence, all the charge of the cottage and care of the
children belonged of course to Polly Bright.

I cannot say that the little parlour could compare
in neatness with that of Mrs. Wingfield. There was
a chest of drawers in one of the corners, and on it
was heaped a strange medley of things. Teapot and
broken jug, old shawl and a baby’s rattle, nutmeg-
scraper, bellows, saucepan and books, were piled in
sad confusion! Nor would I have advised you to
have attempted to open one of the drawers. They
were sometimes too full to be opened at all, and
stuck tight against every effort, as if aware that
they were not fit to be seen, Polly was too fond
of adorning herself, to care for adorning her cot-
tage. She was not aware how far better it looks
to be simple, neat, and clean, and dressed according
to our station, than to be decked out with gaudy
finery, and try to ape the appearance of those whom
Providence has placed above us.

You will remember that we visited this cottage
in the third chapter, and there is little change in
the appearance of things there now. The damp on
the floor occasioned by Johnny’s accident has dried
up, and so have the tears of the little boy, who,
seated upon a stool near his sister’s feet, is cramming



50 5 A STINGING REPROOF.

his mouth with bread and butter with an air of
great content. But the thin sickly baby is still in
his cradle, still uttering his feeble unheeded wail, for
the poor little creature is teething hard, and has no
other way of expressing his pain. Polly never
notices his heated lips and swelled gums; she is
more occupied with herself this evening than usual,
for Mrs. Larkins, the farmer’s wife, has invited her
to tea, and as soon as her mother returns to take her
place, she will be off to amuse herself at Greenhill.
Oh yes, you might be certain that some gay meet-
ing was expected! Look at the necklace of false
- coral round her neck, the half-soiled lace which she
has sewn round her frock, and her hair all in papers
at this hour of the day; you would laugh were you
to see her, but to me the sight of her folly is really
too sad for laughing. Of what is she thinking, as
she quickly untwists the papers, and curls her long
hair round her fingers? Her thoughts are divided
between impatience at her mother’s delay, fears of
herself being late for the party, and wishes that the
pedlar would only happen to call at her cottage.
“She had heard that day, from one of her school-
fellows, that a man had been going about the neigh-
bourhood with a pack so full of beautiful things,
that such a collection had never before been seen in
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A STINGING REPROOF. 51

the description of some brooches made of false dia-
monds, and exactly like real ones, as the girl, who
had never seen a jewel in her life, very positively
affirmed. One of these finé brooches was to be had
for sixpence—how eager was Polly to be its possessor!
She counted over her little treasure of pence, and
found that she had sufficient for the purchase.

But how was she to find the pedlar? Had Polly
not been tied to the cottage by what she called
“these tiresome children,” she would long ago have
gone in search of him. She could hardly expect
him to pass down her little lane, but she was near
enough to the high road to see if any one passed
along it in going through the village. At one time
she had set little Johnny to watch, and more than
once her hopes had been raised as the little fellow
shouted aloud, “There’s the man!” But Polly came
running first to see a drover with pigs, then the
baker with his little cart going his rounds ;—she
had a disappointment, poor Johnny a slap, and he
was sent crying into the cottage! This was rather
hard upon him, poor little fellow! How could a
child not three years old be expected to know the
difference between a pedlar and a baker ?

But all was quiet again in the cottage, Johnny
occupied with his supper, and Polly with her curl-
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52 A STINGING REPROOF.

make her entrance but Stickasting! She came in,
as usual, in no amiable mood, quite ready to take
offence on the very shortest notice. She first settled
on the little baby’s arm, but the infant lay perfectly
still, half-comforted in his troubles by sucking his
‘thumb; the most passionate bee in the world could
find no excuse for being angry with him. Qtick-
asting rested for a few moments on the thin tiny
arm, then rose and approached Polly Bright.

Every sensible person knows that when a bee or
a wasp hovers near, the safest way is to keep quiet
and take no notice; but Polly was not a very sensible
person, and being not very courageous neither, was
quité frightened when the insect touched her face.
If Stickasting had mistaken it for a flower, she would
very soon have found out her blunder, and left the
little girl in peace; but, starting back with a cry,
Polly struck the bee, and Stickasting, roused to fury,
quickly returned the blow! Mad with passion, the
insect struck her sting so deep, that it was impossible
to withdraw it again, and ‘she left it behind, which
occasions certain death to a bee!

Stickasting felt at once that she had thrown away
her life in a wild desire for revenge ; that her de-
struction was caused by her own violent act—she
crawled feebly a few inches from the spot where she
fell, and expired—a victim to her temper !



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A STINGING REPROOF. 53

Loud was the scream which Polly Bright uttered
on being stung, so loud that it brought from the
opposite cottage both Minnie Wingfield and her
brother. On finding out the cause of Polly’s distress,
Minnie hastily ran back for the blue-bag, or a little
honey, to relieve the pain of her school-fellow. But
Tom, who had very little pity in his nature, stood
shaking with laughter at the adventure.

“Stung by a bee! stung on the very tip of the
noise! what a beauty you will look at Greenhill to-
night! ha, ha, ha! If you could only see how funny
you look, your hair half in curl-papers and half
hanging down, and your eyes as red with crying as
the coral round your neck! You are for all the
world like silly Sally !”

“Tt does not show much, does it?” said poor
Polly anxiously, as Minnie returned with the blue-
bag.

“Tt is swelling!” cried Tom, “swelling higher and
higher !—’twill be just like the turkey-cock’s comb!”

“Then I can’t go to-night—lI will not go!” ex-
claimed Polly, sitting down and bursting into tears.

Tom laughed louder, Minnie in vain tried to
comfort—all Polly’s happiness was for the time over-
thrown by a bee! It rested but on trifles, and a
trifle was enough to make her wretched for the rest

of that day-!



CHAPTER VII.

A WONDERFUL BORE.



JHE sun set, the rooks in the squire’s park
- had gone to roost, the bats flew round the
" ivy-covered tower of the village church,
The hive was becoming quiet and still, the
tas hanging in clusters prepared to go to sleep; but
Stickasting had never returned! Silverwing listened
in vain for the well-known sound of her angry hum,
and wondered what could have delayed her com-
panion, But never again was the poor bee to fly
back to the hive, never again to labour at the waxen
cells! And alas! how little was her presence missed,
—-still less was it regretted !

The next morning was warm, bright, and sunny ;
the bees were early on the wing. The larvae were
beginning to spin their webs, and therefore no longer
required food, so Silverwing was free to range over
the fields and gather honey for the hive. So tempt-







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A WONDERFUL BORE. 55

ing was the day, that even Honeyball shook her lazy
wings and crept to the door; there stood for a few
moments, jostled by her more active fellow-servants,
and finally flew off in quest of food.

How delightful was the air—how fragrant the
breeze! The buttercups spread their carpet of gold,
and the daisies their mantle of silver over the mea-
dows, all glittering with the drops of bright dew.
Honeyball soon found a flower to her taste, and
never thought of quitting it till she had exhausted
all its honied store. She had a dim idea that it was
her duty to help to fill the cells, but poor Honey-
ball was too apt to prefer pleasure to duty.

“T should like to have nothing to do!” she mur-
mured, little thinking that a listener was near.

“Like to have nothing todo! Is it from a hive-
bee that I hear such words? from one whose labour |
is itself all play!” Honeyball turned to view the
speaker, and beheld, on a sign-post near her, the
most beautiful bee that she had ever seen. Her
body was larger than that of a hive-bee, and her
wings were of a lovely violet colour, like the softest
tint of the rainbow.*

Honeyball felt a little confused by the address, and
a little ashamed of her own speech ; but as all bees

* Naturalists doubt whether the violet-bee is a native of Britain. It is known

that one species of carpenter-bees is to be found in England, but the one described
above probably belongs to foreign lands.

(288) 5



56 A WONDERFUL BORE.

consider each other as cousins, felt it best to put on
a frank, easy air.

“Why, certainly, flying about upon a morning
’ like this, and making elegant extracts from flowers,
is pleasant enough for atime. -But may I ask, lady-
bee,” continued Honeyball, “if you think as lightly
of working in wax?”

“ Working in wax!” half contemptuously replied
Violetta; “a soft thing which you can bend and twist
any way, and knead into any shape that you choose!
Come and look at my home here, and then ask your-
self if you have any reason to complain of your
work !”

Honeyball looked forward with her two honey-
combed eyes, and upwards and backwards with her
three others, but not the shadow of a hive could she
perceive anywhere. “May I venture to ask where -
you live?” said she at last.

“This way,” cried Violetta, waving her feeler, and
pointing to a little round hole in the post, which
Honeyball had not noticed before. It looked gloomy,
and dark, and strange to the bee; but Violetta, who
took some pride in her mansion, requested Honey-
ball to step in. :

“You cannot doubt my honour,” said she, ob-
serving that the hive-worker hesitated, “or be sus-
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A WONDERFUL BORE. 57

she had never dreamed of such a thing, and entered
the hole in the post.

For about an inch the way sloped gently down-
wards, then suddenly became straight as a well, so
dark and so deep that Honeyball would have never
attempted to reach the bottom had she not feared
to offend her new acquaintance. She had some
hopes that this perpendicular passage might only be
a long entrance, leading to some cheerful hive—but
after having explored to the very end, and having
found nothing but wood to reward her search, she
crept again up the steep narrow way, and with joy
found herself once more in the sunshine.

“What do you think of it?” said Violetta, rather
proudly.

“T—TI do not think that your hive would hold
many bees. Is it perfectly finished, may I in-
quire?”

““No; I have yet to divide it into chambers for my
children, each chamber filled with a mixture of pollen
and honey, and divided from the next by a ceiling
of sawdust. But the boring was finished to-day.”

“You do not mean to say,” exclaimed Honeyball
in surprise, “that that long gallery was ever bored
by bees?”

“Not by bees,” replied Violetta, with a dignified
bow, “but by one bee ;—I bored it all myself.”



£

58 A WONDERFUL BORE,

The indolent Honeyball could not conceal her
amazement. ‘Is it possible that you sawed it all
out with your teeth?”

“Every inch of the depth,” Violetta replied.

‘And that you can gather honey and pollen
enough to fill it?”

“T must provide for my children, or they would
starve.”

“And you can make ceilings of such a thing as
sawdust, to divide your home into cells?”

“This is perhaps the hardest part of my task, but
nevertheless this must be done.”

‘Where will you find sawdust for this carpenter’s
work ?”

“See yonder little heap, I have gathered it to-
gether,—those are my cuttings from my tunnel in
the wood.”

“You are without doubt a most wonderful bee!
And you really labour all alone?” ;

‘All alone,” replied Violetta.

Honeyball thought of her own cheerful hive, with
its thousands of workers and divisions of labour, and
waxen cells dropping with golden honey; she
scarcely could believe her own five eyes when she
saw what one persevering insect could do! Her
surprise and her praise pleased the violet-bee, who
took pride in showing every part of her work, de-



A WONDERFUL BORE. ~ 59

scribing her difficulties, and explaining her manner
of working.

“One thing strikes me,” said Honeyball, glancing
down the tunnel; ‘I should not much like to have
the place of your eldest larva, imprisoned down
there in the lowest cell, unable to stir till all her
sisters have eaten their way into daylight.”

Violetta gave what in Bee-land is considered a
smile. “I have thought of that difficulty, and of a
remedy too. I am about to bore a little hole at the
end of my tunnel, to give the young bee a way of
escape from its prison. And now,” added Violetta,
“J will detain you no longer, so much remains to
be done, and time is so precious. You probably
have something to collect for your hive; I am too
much your friend to wish you to be idle.”

Honeyball thanked her new acquaintance and flew
away, somewhat the wiser for her visit; but: feeling
that not. for ten pairs of purple wings would she
change places with the carpenter-bee !



CHAPTER VIII.

A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.




HERE’S the pedlar! Oh-dear! and just-as
mother has gone out!” cried Polly, who,
“on beginning her afternoon business of

8 nurse to the little children, saw, or thought
that she saw, at the end of her lane, a man with a
pack travelling along the high road. ‘There he is!
oh, if I could only stop him, or if any one would
look after the baby whilst I am gone. Minnie
Wingfield! Ah, how stupid I am to forget: that she
is now at the afternoon school! I think that baby
would keep very quiet for five minutes, he cannot
roll out of his cradle; but Johnny, he’d be tumbling
down, or setting the cottage on fire—I cannot leave
him for a minute by himself. Johnny,” said she
suddenly, “I. want to catch the pedlar and see his
pretty things, will you come with me, like a good
little boy ?”



A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 8)

Johnny scrambled to his feet in a moment, to the
full as eager as herself. Polly held his fat little
hand tight within her own, and began running as
fast as she could drag him along. . But the poor
child’s round heavy figure and short steps were
altogether unsuited for anything like a race. Polly
felt him as a dead weight hanging to her arm ; in
vain she pulled, dragged and jerked, now began to
encourage, and now to scold—poor Johnny became
tired, frightened, and out of breath, and at last fairly
tumbled upon his face. .

“Get up—I’m in such a hurry !”—no answer but
a roar, “Stupid child, he'll be gone !”—Johnny
bellowed louder than before. ‘‘ There, [’ll leave you
on the road, you great tiresome boy! you have half
pulled out my arm with dragging you on! Pu
leave you there, and silly Sally may get you.”

Then, without heeding the poor little child’s cries
and entreaties that she would stop, as he lay on the
ground, half suffocated with sobs, Polly Bright, think-
ing only of the prize which her vanity made her so
much desire, hastened after the pedlar.

Silly Sally, who has been twice mentioned in my
tale, was a poor idiot woman, who lived with some
kind neighbours on a common about two miles from
the village. She was perfectly harmless, and there-
fore allowed to go about with freedom wherever she



62 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

chose; but the terrible misfortune, alas! exposed
her to the scorn, and sometimes even persecution, of
wicked children, who made the worst use of the
senses left them, by tormenting one already so much
' afflicted. Poor Sally used to wander about the
lanes—uttering - her unmeaning sound. . Perhaps
even. she had some pleasure in life, when the sun
shone brightly. and the flowers were out, for she
would gather the wild-rose from the bank, or the
scarlet poppies from the field, and weave them into
garlands for her head. Nothing pleased her more
than when she found a long feather to add to her
gaudy wreath; if the poor witless creature had
delight in making herself gay, Polly at least had no
right to laugh at her.

Timid and easily frightened, the idiot felt a ner-
vous terror for schoolboys, for which they had given
her but too much cause. She had been hooted at,
even. pelted with mud, pursued with laughter like
a hunted beast ; twice had Minnie to interfere with
her brother, pleading even with tears for one so
helpless and unhappy. If there be anything more
brutal and hateful than cruelty to a harmless animal,
it is heartless barbarity to a defenceless idiot; to
one who bears our image, is descended from our race,
and whose only crime is the being most unfortunate.
Deal gently, dear children, with the poor senseless





POOR SALLY.



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idiot ; we trust that there is a place in heaven even
for him; the powers denied him in this world may
be granted in the next,.and in a brighter realm, al-
though never here below, he may be found at his
Lord’s feet, clothed and in his right mind !

On hastened the little girl, breathless and panting.
At the place where the roads joined she looked
anxiously up the highway, to see if she had not been
mistaken in her distant view of the traveller. No,
there was the pedlar, pack and all, and no mistake,
but walking more briskly than might have been
expected from his burden and the warmth of the
afternoon ; his pack must have been much lightened
since he first set out with it.

Polly called out, but he either did not hear, or
did not attend; the wind was blowing the dust in
her face, she was tired with her vain attempts to
drag poor Johnny, her shoes were down at heel and
hindered her running; for it by no means follows
that those who wish to be fine care to be tidy also.
But the brooch of false diamonds, the coveted
brooch ! the thought of that urged her on to still
greater efforts; even the remembrance of her swelled
nose was lost in the hope of possessing such a
beautiful ornament! Polly, as she shuffled hastily
along, saw more than one person meet the pedlar ; if
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64 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

give her time to get up with him at last! No one
stopped him—how fast he seemed to walk; Polly’s
face was flushed and heated, her hair hung about
her ears—would that we were as eager and per-
severing in the pursuit of what really is precious,
as the girl was in that of a worthless toy !

At last her gasped-out “Stop!” reached the ear
of the pedlar; he paused and turned round, and in
a few minutes more his pack was opened to the
admiring eyes of Polly. Ah, how she.coveted this
thing and that, how she wished that her six pennies
were shillings instead. A cherry-coloured neckerchief,
a pink silk lace, a large steel pin, and a jewelled ring,
how they took her fancy and made her feel how
difficult it is to decide, when surrounded by many
things alike tempting !

But at last the wonderful brooch of false diamonds
was produced; there was only one left in the pedlar’s
stock, how fortunate did Polly think it that it also
had not been sold—neckerchief, lace, pin, or ring
was nothing compared to this!’ She tried it on,
had some doubts of the strength of the pin, tried in
vain to obtain a lessening of the price; it ended in
the girl’s placing all her pence in the hand of the
pedlar, and carrying home her prize with delight, She
had had her wish, her vanity was gratified, the brooch
was her own, but to possess is not always to enjoy.





POLLY AND THE PEDLAR.





A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 65

Polly returned to her cottage with much slower
steps; she was heated, and tired, and perhaps a
little conscious that she had not been faithful to her
trust. As she came near her home, she quickened
her pace, for to her surprise she heard voices
within, and voices whose tones told of anxiety
and fear. These were the words which struck
her ear, and made her pause. ere she ventured to
enter, —

“What a mercy it is that I returned for the
basket that I had forgotten! if I had not, what
would have become of my poor babe!” exclaimed
Mrs. Bright in much agitation.

“T can’t understand how it happened,” replied
another voice, which Polly knew to be that of Mrs.
Wingfield.

“You may well say that,” said the mother;
Polly could hear that she was rocking her chair
‘backwards and forwards, as she sometimes did when
hushing the sick child to sleep. “I left Polly in
charge of the children, I came back to find her gone,
and my poor, poor baby in a fit.”

Polly turned cold, and trembled so that she could
hardly stand.

“Ts there no one who could go for a doctor?”
continued the agitated mother; “another fit may
come on—I would give the world to see him!”



66 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES,

“T am so feeble,” replied Mrs. Wingfield, “ that I
am afraid—”

“Take the baby, then, and I'll go ayselt; not a
moment is to be lost.”

‘No, no; there’s my boy Tom,” ened Mrs, Wing-
field, as she saw her son run hastily into her little
cottage, which was just opposite to Mrs. Bright’s,

“Oh, send him, in mercy send him!” cried the
mother; and her neighbour instantly crossed over
to fulfil her wishes, passing Polly as she did so, and
looking at her with mingled surprise and scorn,
though in too much haste to address her.

“My boy, my own darling!” murmured the
anxious mother, pressing her sick child to her
bosom, “what will your father say when he hears
of this?” Except her low sad voice, the cottage
was so still that the very silence was terrible to
Polly ; it would have been a relief to have heard
the feeble fretful wail which had made her feel
impatient so often !

With pale anxious face and noiseless step, dread-
ing to meet her mother’s eye, the unhappy girl stole
into the cottage. There sat Mrs. Bright, her bonnet
thrown back from her head, her hair hanging loose,
her gaze fixed upon the child in her arms ; whilst
the poor little babe, with livid waxen features and
half closed eyes, lay so quiet, and looked so



























OLLY IN DISGRACE





A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 67

terribly ill, that but for his hard breathing his sister
would have feared that his life had indeed passed
away. .

Mrs. Bright raised her head as Polly entered, and
regarded her with a look whose expression of deep
grief was even more terrible than anger. She asked no
question ; perhaps the misery in which she saw the
poor girl made her unwilling to add to her suffering
by reproach, or perhaps, and this was Polly's own
bitter thought, she considered her unworthy of a
word. Whatever was the cause, no conversation
passed between them, except a few short. directions
from the mother about things connected with the
comfort of the baby, as poor Polly, with an almost
bursting heart, tried to do anything and everything
for him. .

In the meantime Tom had gone for the doctor,
though with an unwillingness and desire to delay
which had made his mother both surprised and
indignant.

' “He should go by the fields,” he said, though he
well knew that to be the longest way ; and he would
have done so, had not Mrs. Wingfield roused herself
to such anger, that even her rude and undutiful son
did not dare to disobey her.

The doctor came in about an hour, Tom having
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68 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

which those who have attended beloved ones in the
hour of sickness only can tell, Mrs. Bright and Polly
listened for his opinion of the case. The doctor
examined the child, and asked questions concerning
his illness: ‘How long had the fit lasted?” There
was a most painful pause. Mrs. Bright looked at
her daughter. Polly could not utter a word; it
was not till the question was repeated that the dis-
tressing reply, ‘“‘ No one knows,” was given.

“Was the child long ailing?”

“ How was he when you left him?” said Mrs,
Bright to the miserable Polly.

‘Very well—that’s to say—I don’t Sate ;
was—I think—”

“There has been gross negligence here,” said the
doctor sternly; ‘gross negligence,” he repeated,
“and it may cost the child his life.”

Polly could only clasp her hands in anguish, but
the mother exclaimed, ‘Oh, sir, is there no hope
for my boy ?”

“While there is life there is- hope,” replied the
doctor in a more kindly tone; ‘‘he must be bled at
once. Have you a basin here?” he added, taking a -
small instrument-case from his pocket.

Polly was at all times timid and nervous, and
quite unaccustomed to self-command, and now, when
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her hand shook so violently, her feelings so over-
came her, that there was no chance of her doing
anything but harm.

“Give the basin to me, dear,” said a gentle voice
behind her; Minnie Wingfield had just entered the
cottage. ‘You look so ill, you must not be pre-
sent ; go up-stairs, Polly, I will help your mother.”

“Oh! what shall I do?” cried the miserable girl,
wringing her hands.

“Go and pray,” whispered Minnie as she glided
from her side, and Polly, trembling and weeping,
slowly went up the narrow wooden staircase, and
entering her little chamber, sank down upon her
knees.

“Oh! spare him, only spare him, my darling
little brother!” she could at first utter no other
words. She had never loved the baby as she did
now, when she feared that she might be about to
lose him, and bitterly she lamented her own im-
patient temper that had made her weary of the
duty of tending him. Oh, that we would so act
towards our relations, that if death should remove
any one from our home, our grief should not. be
embittered by the thought, “I was no comfort or
blessing to him while he was here, and now the
opportunity of being so is gone for ever!”

But the most terrible thought to Polly was, that



70 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

the baby’s danger might be partly owing to her
neglect ; should he die—should the little darling be
taken away, could her mother ever forgive her? As
Polly sobbed in an agony of grief, something fell
from her bosom upon the floor; she started at the
sight of her forgotten brooch, that which she had
coveted so much—that which had cost her so dear.
Snatching it up, and springing to her feet, with a
sudden impulse she ran to the window and flung it
far out into the lane. Then once more falling on
her knees, again she prayed, but more calmly, and
she implored not only that the baby might live, but
that her own weak vain heart might be cleansed,
that she might henceforth live not only for her-
self, but do her duty as a faithful servant of God.
She rose somewhat comforted, and creeping down-
stairs, listened ere she ventured to enter the little
parlour.

“T hope that he may do well now—f shall send
something for him to-night—keep him quiet—I
shall call here to-morrow.” These were the doctor's
parting words, and they were a great relief to Polly.
She came in softly, and bent down by the baby,
now laid again in his little cradle, and looking white
as the sheet that was over him; she would have
kissed his thin pale face, but she feared to disturb
the poor child. Her heart was full of mingled sor-



A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENOES. 71

row and love, she felt as though she could never
bear to leave him again.

“Thank you, Minnie, my girl,” said Mrs. Bright

earnestly, “you have been a real comfort to me in
my time of need. Your mother is a happy woman
to have such a child.”

“Can I do anything else for you now?” said
Minnie; “if you would allow me to sit up instead
of you to-night ?”

“No, no; I could not close an eye. But I should
be glad if you would bring Johnny home, my dear ;
it is near his bed-time, and I do not think that he
will disturb the baby.”

“J will bring him with pleasure; where is he?”
said Minnie.

“Where is he!” repeated Mrs. Bright; ‘‘is he
not at your home?”

“No; he has not been there all day.” Polly
started as if she had been stabbed.

“Then where is he?” cried Mrs. Bright, looking
anxiously round; “is he up-stairs, Polly?” The
miserable girl shook her head. Her fears for the
baby had made her quite forget her little brother,
and it now flashed across her mind that she had not
passed him in the lane, when she had retraced her
steps to the cottage. Where could he have gone,
where could he be now?



72 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES,

Mrs. Bright had endured much, but her cup |
seemed now to overflow; she walked close up to
Polly, laid a heavy grasp upon her shoulder, and
said in a tone which the girl remembered to her
dying day, “When was your brother last with
you?”

“About two hours ago, just before you returned
home,” faltered Polly.

“And where did you leave him?”

“Tn the lane, near the high-road.”

‘Go and find him,” said the mother, between her
clenched teeth, “or never let me set eyes on you
again !”

Polly rushed out of the cottage, and began her
anxious search, up and down the lane, by the hedge,
in the ditch, along the road, asking every person
that she met, and from every one receiving the same
disheartening answer. No one had seen the boy, no
one could think what had become of him, he was
too young to have wandered far; had he ran to-
wards the road, he must have been met by Polly—
if the other way, he must have been seen by his
mother; he could not haye got over the hedge,
there was no possibility of his having lost his way.
Many neighbours joined in the search, many pitied
the unhappy mother, but she was less to be pitied
than Polly.



CHAPTER IX.

PRISONS AND PRISONERS.




SPE will now return to our little friend
’ Honeyball, whom we left flying from
the curious dwelling of the carpenter-
bee. We will follow her as she lazily
proceeded along the lane in which were
situated the cottages of Mrs. Wingfield and Mrs.
Bright, the sweet flowers in the garden of the
former rendering it-a favourite resort for bees. This
was not long after noon, and therefore a few hours
before all the troubles related in the last chapter
had occurred, while Polly and her two little charges
were yet safe in their own comfortable cottage.
Honeyball looked at Spinaway busily mending
her net, torn by the adventure of Sipsyrup, and
laughed as she thought of the folly of her com-
panion. Honeyball was not vain enough to be en-
ticed by sugared words, her dangers arose from quite



74 PRISONS AND PRISONERS.

another source—her greediness and great self-indul- —
gence. Her eye was now attracted by a little
bottle hung up by the porch, not far from the
rose-bush ; it had been placed there by Tom to catch
wasps ; perhaps he had hoped to entrap some others
of the winged tribes, for he had just taken a fancy
to make a collection of insects, and woe unto any _
small creature that might fall into his merciless
hands !

Honeyball alighted on the bottle, then fluttered
to the top, allured by the sugary scent. The brim
was sticky ; she unsheathed her long bright tongue,
tasted, approved, and then sipped again. At this
moment she heard a buzz near her, and looking up
with her back eyes, perceived her friend Silverwing.

“Do come from that huge bright hard cell!” cried
the bee; “I am sure that it never was formed by
any of our tribe, and I do not believe that it holds
honey.”

“Tt holds something very good, and in such
abundance too!” replied Honeyball; “a thousand
honeysuckles would not contain so much!”

“There is danger, I am certain that there is
!” eried Silverwing. “ What if it should have
been placed there on purpose to catch us?”

“You think me as foolish as Sipsyrup!”

“No, not foolish, but—”

danger



PRISONS AND PRISONERS. 76

“Too fond of good living, and too lazy to like
trouble in procuring it. Well, I daresay that you
are right, Silverwing; I believe that, as you say,
_there may be danger.”

“Then why not come away?” persisted the bee.

“Because the taste is so good!” said her com:
panion, bending over the rim—the next moment she
was struggling in the syrup!

Ah, Honeyball! weak, foolish insect! In vain

do you struggle, in vain do you buzz, in vain your
grieved friend flutters against the glass—you have
sacrificed yourself for a little indulgence, like thou-
sands who look at the tempting glass, know their
danger, yet will not abstain ! .
_ As Silverwing on the outside of the bottle was
uttering her hum of pity and regret, suddenly a
handkerchief was thrown over her, and the loud
rough voice of Tom was heard.

“Rather a paltry beginning to my collection, a
wretched hive-bee! But I caught it so cleverly,
without its being crushed, or spoiled by the syrup;
and I will keep it till I get that stuff which Ben
told me of, which kills insects without hurting their
beauty !”

Poor unhappy Silverwing! she was indeed in a
terrible position; she had not even power to use
her sting in self-defence, for to plunge it into the



76 PRISONS AND PRISONERS,

handkerchief would have been useless indeed, and
she felt all that a bee might be expected to feel, in
the power of its most cruel foe. Tom carried her
into the cottage, and carefully unclosing the hand-
kerchief, after he had mounted upon a chair to reach
the shelf easily, he shook his poor prisoner into
his own mug, and tied some paper firmly over the
top. |

Silverwing flew round and round, buzzing in
terror; she only hurt her wings against the sides.
Then she crawled over the paper which formed the
ceiling of her prison, but no hole for escape could
she find. It was clear that she was now shut out
from. all hope, condemned perhaps to some lingering
death ; while her companions were flying about,
busy and happy, she was to pine, a lonely prisoner,
here! At first her feelings were those of despair ;
then quietly, though sadly, she made up her mind
to submit to her cruel fate. She no longer fluttered
about restlessly, but settling at the bottom of
the mug, in patience awaited the return of her tor-
mentor.

Hours passed before Tom came back; there had
been other voices in the cottage, but no one had
touched the place of Silverwing’s imprisonment.
Mrs. Wingfield had been called out hastily by her
neighbour Mrs. Bright, on the discovery of the ill-



PRISONS AND PRISONERS, 7

ness of the baby; and as Minnie had not then re-
turned from school, the cottage was left quite
empty. Presently there was a rapid step, then the
sound of some one jumping up on the chair; Silver-
wing felt the mug moved, then the paper raised—
she was ready to make a last effort to escape
through the opening, but her little tyrant took good
care to give no time for that; he only shook in
another victim, and then shut down the paper
quickly, and placed a book on the top.
Silverwing paid no attention to what was passing
in the cottage round her, though I may as well re-
mind the reader of what passed in the last chapter
—how Tom had scarcely got. down from the chair
before his mother came in and ordered him to go
off in haste for the doctor, as Mrs. Bright’s baby
was very ill indeed; how Tom hesitated and said
that he would go by the fields, and then was sent
off direct by his mother in much displeasure. - To
all this, as I said, Silverwing paid no attention; her
little world was contained in the mug, and all her
interest was aroused by her fellow-prisoner. Poor
Violetta, with her fine purple wings, was the prey _
of the collector of insects! He had not cared to
explore her curious home, to learn her customs and
ways, or admire her instinct; he only wished to
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78 PRISONS AND PRISONERS.

curious, and had no scruple about destroying it to
gratify this wish.

Violetta was not so patient as poor Silverwing
had been. She dashed herself against the mug; in
passionate distress, she would listen to no words of
comfort! Then she vainly tried to exercise her
wonderful powers of gnawing; from a wooden box
she perhaps might have worked her way to freedom,
but the hard slippery crockery resisted her utmost
efforts, her poor little teeth could not even make an
impression! Exhausted at last, she remained quite
still, and Silverwing, forgetful of her own distress,
began to attempt to soothe her companion.

Thus they remained till the evening without food,
almost without hope; Mrs. Wingfield had gone to
attempt to comfort her neighbour, nearly: wild at
the loss of her Johnny; and now Minnie and Tom
both entered the cottage together. Their conversa-
tion had no interest for the bees in their mug; but
as it is possible that it may have some for my reader,
I shall proceed to give some account of it in the
following chapter.



CHAPTER X.

A CONFESSION.



pH, Tom,” said Minnie, ‘‘is not this a terrible
\ misfortune that has happened to poor
" Mrs, Bright?”

Tom gave a sort of grunt of assent.

“And the baby so ill! Mother doubts
that he will live over the night! JI am glad that
you found the doctor so soon. But what can have
become of dear little Johnny? The Barnes and
the Smiths have been all on the search; they say
that if the wind had not been blowing the dust so
much along the lane, the little fellow might have
been tracked by his footsteps. No one can imagine
where he can have gone, he is so very young, so
unable to wander far! Poor Polly, I am so sorry
for her!”

“T wish that you would not be talking for ever
about Johnny!” exclaimed Tom in a petulant tone.



80 A CONFESSION,

“How can one think or talk of anything else?”
replied Minnie sadly; ‘“‘I did so love that noble
boy!”

“Have done with it!” cried her brother, more
angrily than before.

Minnie looked at him with pain, and then said
in a low tone, “I thought that you had even joined
in the search.” :

“T have joined; I would give anything to find
him!” exclaimed Tom, striking his hand on the
table as he spoke, with such passionate energy that
he almost startled his sister.

“Did you see nothing of the dear child,” said
Minnie, as a thought suddenly occurred to her,
““when you came to our cottage, just before you
went for the doctor, you know?”

“Didn't I tell you that I wanted to hear no
more about. the matter,” cried Tom, his whole face

becoming the colour of crimson.

Minnie’s eyes were fixed upon him, steadily,
earnestly; rude, bold boy as he was, he shrank
from her piercing gaze. Going nearer to her
brother, and speaking very distinctly, but in a
voice hardly above a whisper, she said, ‘I believe
that you know more about Johnny than you will
tell.”

“Believe what you like, and let me alone.”



A CONFESSION, 81

“Tom, I implore you, hide nothing from us,
Oh, think of the misery of the poor broken-hearted
mother!” and she laid her hand upon his arm.

“Speak another word, and I'll strike you!” cried
Tom, roughly shaking her off.

“Strike me if you will, but I must speak. Where
‘did you see that child last?”

“You can get nothing out of me,” growled Tom.

“Then I must call those who can,” said Minnie
firmly, turning round as if to quit the cottage.
“This is a matter of life or death!” She looked
pale, but very determined.

“Whom are you going to call?” said Tom, his
manner betraying some fear.

“My mother—if necessary, the clergyman—or—
the magistrate!” Tom caught her by the arm as
he exclaimed, “Stop, Minnie—oh, stop—you shall
hear all and judge! I don’t know where the boy
is—I would give my right hand that I did; it is
true that I saw him last, and I have searched all
the place again and again. You would not betray
me, you would not, Minnie! you might ruin me,
but could not help Johnny! Sit down here, and
listen to me quietly, and you shall know everything
that has happened !”

Minnie sat down beside him, her heart beating

fast. He gave her a short but true account of what
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82 A CONFESSION.

had passed, omitting, however, some little particu-
lars which we shall relate more at length.

You will remember that we left poor Johnny
crying in the lane, vainly trying to call back his
sister, as she hurried in pursuit of the pedlar.
When the child found his terrors unheeded, his loud
roar gradually sank into a low broken sob, he
scrambled to his feet, rubbed his plump dusty hand
across bis eyes to brush away the tears, and began
to think of trotting back to the cottage.

Just as the little fellow was commencing his
journey, he heard a voice call him from the other
side of the hedge which bordered the narrow lane.
At first, fancying that it might be silly Sally, with .
whom he had been threatened, Johnny was inclined
to run the faster for the call; but he soon knew
Tom, when he saw him clambering over and holding
something in his hand.

“Here’s something for you, my jolly little man,”
cried Tom, who amused himself sometimes by play-
ing with, but more often by teasing, his little rosy-
cheeked neighbour.

“What got?” asked the child, as Tom jumped
down beside him. Johnny was always sparing of
his words.

“A nest of little birds that was swinging on a bough;
I knocked off tho nest, and down came the birds!”



A CONFESSION, 83

“ All dead!” said Johnny, sadly.

“Why, yes; you see they had some way to fall ;
the little things broke their necks, so there was an
end of them.”

“Poor ’ittle birds, knocked off tree!” said the
pitying child. Tom was provoked at seeing the pity.

“ What a silly little goose you are, Johnny, It
was fine fun to set nest and all a-flying, and finish
the whole family at once!”

But whatever might be the opinion of Tom, the
plump little cottager kept to his own, and only
more sadly repeated the words, “Poor ’ittle birds,
knocked off tree!”

“Oh, if you've such a fancy for swinging on a
tree, we'll have you up directly, and make an ‘’ittle
bird of you!’” and laughing at the struggles and
entreaties of the child, Tom suddenly lifted him
over the hedge, and followed him into the field,
flinging the wretched dead birds into a ditch.

In vain Johnny kicked, and pushed, and roared ;
Tom was a remarkably tall and strong boy, and
catching the poor child up in his arms, he ran with
him across the field. There was another hedge at
the opposite side, which Tom passed as easily as he
had done the first, and they now found themselves
at the edge of a wood, thickly filled with trees of
various sizes.



84 A CONFESSION,

It was a delight to Tom to cause terror and
alarm ; no feeling of pity with him ever cut short a
joke. In a few moments poor Johnny was perched
upon a branch, clinging and roaring with all his
might,

“There, ‘’ittle bird,’ I hope that you like your
bough ! shall I shake it an ’ittle, just to give you a
nice ‘swing? Hold tight, mind you don’t fall, or
youll break your fat neck as the ’itfle birds did!”
Then he began to sing :—

“‘Hushaby, baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down comes poor baby, cradle and all!”

How long Tom might haye gone on tormenting
the child no one can tell, if suddenly he had not
been struck by the appearance of a curious bee,
which had alighted for a moment upon a wild-flower
near.

“Oh, what a splendid bee!” he cried, leaving hold
of the branch to which Johnny still clung. “Sit .
you there till I catch it—isn’t it a beauty !—I never
saw such fine purple wings!”

My reader has probably guessed that it was poor
Violetta whose fatal beauty had attracted his eye.
Johnny and his terrors all were forgotten, while
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child stopping his crying to watch the chase, which.
ended in Tom’s securing his prize in his handker-
chief.

Impatient to carry it at once to a safe place,
afraid of its either escaping or being crushed in his
hold, Tom, whose cottage was so near that he could
reach it in a few minutes, sprang over the hedge,
and ran fast across the field) Thus Johnny was
left in a position of some péril; not knowing how
iong the boy’s absence might be, he shouted as
loudly and as vainly after Tom as he before had
done after his sister.

“ And did you not return soon?” cried Minnie,
as Tom reached this part of his story.

“How could 1? Mother sent me off directly for
the doctor.”

- Oh, why, why did you not tell her?”

“« Very likely, indeed, that I should tell her that
I had left little Johnny sticking in a tree? I could
only hope that he would stick there until I could
get back. IJ returned at full speed from the doctor’s,
I can assure you, but when I reached the wood not
a trace of the little fellow could I find.”

“Oh, Tom!” exclaimed Minnie, with a look of
horror, ‘‘such a terrible thought has struck me!”

“T daresay that it has struck me before,” gloomily
replied her brother



86 : A CONFESSION.

“Was it, oh, was it far from the well?”

“Tf he’s there,” said Tom in a hollow voice, “he’s
dead long before now.”

“Did you search there ?”

“T looked down, and saw nothing.”

“Looked down! Oh, Tom, this is worse than
mockery! If the waters were above him—it is so
deep—so dark !—”

“What is to be done?” exclaimed the boy.

“Some one must go down in the bucket. Oh,
there is not a moment to be lost!” Minnie would
have rushed from the cottage, but her brother held
her fast.

“There is no use in rousing the village now!”
he cried; “do you mean to ruin, to destroy me.
Minnie, if you betray me—if it is found that the
child is drowned—people will say that—that,’’—and
his look of terror told a great deal more than his
words.

“But you never threw him in; it was only foolish
play.”

‘Who can prove that? Oh, Minnie, would you
bring me to a jail, or perhaps to worse?”

“Then let us go ourselves!” exclaimed the little
girl, divided between anxiety for her brother and
fears for the lost child. “I must either go or send,
and if there is danger to you— ”



A CONFESSION. 87

“We. will go—do anything, only in pity be
silent! Minnie, Minnie, you cannot tell how miser-
able I am!”

Without pausing another moment, both ran out
of the cottage, only fearful lest they should be seen
and detained; Tom helped Minnie over the low
hedge, but she hardly needed help, so eager was she
to reach the well. The rose-tint of sunset had now
given place to evening’s gray, the dew was falling,
dark clouds gathered over the sky; but heeding
nothing, pausing for nothing, the Wingfields pressed
on, and were soon standing by the side of the well



CHAPTER XI.

A SUDDEN FALL.



HAT has become of these two children of
mine?” said Mrs. Wingfield fretfully, as
on her return from her neighbour’s she
found the cottage empty. “I’m sure,
such a day of bustle as I have had—
scarce out of one trouble before I am into another!
Well, poor Mrs, Bright is still worse off, that is one
thing—I am glad that the baby has at last dropped
asleep !”

It grew darker and darker; Mrs. Wingfield became
uneasy. She stirred the fire, filled the kettle, then
with a long weary sigh sat down to rest—she missed
Minnie and her quiet attentions,

“I suppose that they are still out searching for
little Johnny. I fear that there will be rain—I
wish that they were back!” Mrs, Wingfield fancied
that she heard a low knock at the door.



A SUDDEN FALL. 89

‘Come in,” she said, but no one entered, Mrs
Wingfield drew her chair nearer to the fire, leaned
her head upon her hand, and wished that Tom and
Minnie would not stay out so late.

Again the same low knock—-she called out louder,
“Come in,” and the faint light which came through
the doorway was darkened by a figure which seemed
to linger, as if in fear, on the threshold. Then the
voice of poor Polly was heard, “Ob, Mrs. Wingfield,
can you tell me how baby is?”

“What! Polly, is that you? Come in, my poor
child—all cold and wet with the dew! Why don't
you go home?”

“J dare not,” said Polly, bursting into tears,
“mother forbade me till Johnny is found. Oh, tell
me how baby is; is he better? will he live? ” she
could hardly speak through her sobs.

“Yes, he is better; that is to say, he is asleep.”

“Not dead!” exclaimed Polly, alarmed at the
word.

“Dead! no, child—why, how you tremble! Come
to the fire, I'll get you a little tea and toast.”

“T could not eat—it would choke me! Oh, that
I had never left the children—that I had done my
duty as Minnie would have done! She—she has
been a comfort in her home—but I—”

“Come, come,” said:’Mrs, Wingfield in a soothing



90 A SUDDEN FALL.

tone, “don’t go breaking your heart in this way; all
may come right at last. Would not you like to see
the baby ?”

“Oh, if I might only sit up with him all night!
But I may not return without Johnny.”

“Your mother never meant that: come, I’ll take
you to her myself; when she sees how you feel all
this, I am sure that she will forgive you.”

Mrs. Wingfield was a kind-hearted woman, and
taking Polly’s trembling hand within her own, she
crossed over the lane to Mrs. Bright’s, Polly shrank
back as they reached the door.

“Oh, say, do you bring me news of my child?”
cried the poor anxious woman from within.

“Not of Johnny, yet still of your child, There
is one here who is afraid to come in; poor thing, she
has almost cried herself to death.”

“Polly,” murmured the mother, and stretched
out her arms; in another moment the poor girl was
sobbing upon her bosom.

Amidst the troubles of our human friends we
must not quite forget those of our little winged
ones. The frightened hungry bees, confined in
their small prison, passed the long hours in most
uncomfortable plight.

“What a bitter thing it is,” cried Violetta, sink-
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A SUDDEN FALL, 91

the unyielding crockery, ‘to think of all the joy
and happiness left in the world, from which we are
shut out for ever! ‘To-morrow the lark will be
rising on high, the butterfly flitting over the daisied
meadow, your comrades feasting in the dewy
flowers, all Nature one hum of life.”

“I am glad that they can enjoy still; there is
some comfort in that,” said Silverwing.

“That is a feeling which I cannot understand,”
observed Violetta. “It is strange that the very same
thought should give pain to me and pleasure to you!”

Violetta had had no great experience of life, or
she would have known that such is often the case.
Living by herself as a solitary insect, she had never
heard one of the mottoes of Bee-land: From the
blossom of a comrade’s success one draws the poison
of envy, another the honey of delight.

The village church clock had struck the hour of
nine; it was seldom that its sound could be heard
in the cottage of Mrs. Wingfield, but now the place
was so still that the breeze bore it distinctly to her
listening ear. Weary she lay on her bed, unwill-
ing to sleep till her children should return. The
rain was beginning to fall without; the heavy
clouds bending towards earth, made the night much
darker than is usual insummer. Presently a sound
was heard at the door.



92 A SUDDEN FALL

“Minnie, is that you?” cried the mother.

“Tt is Polly,” answered a mournful voice, as the
little girl entered the cottage.

“Is the baby worse?” asked Mrs. Wingfield.

~“T hope not; but mother is in such a state about
Johnny! If it were not for baby, she would be
wandering all night in the rain. I come to ask if
you could kindly give her a little hartshorn ; I know
that that is what you take when you are poorly.”

“You are heartily welcome to what I have,”
replied the cottager. “I daresay that you can find
it yourself; I need not rise. Snuff the long wick
of the candle, and there—don’t put it in the draught
—mind you don’t snuff it out—why, how your poor
fingers tremble !”

How changed was Polly since the morning’s sun
had risen! Her cheeks pale and haggard, her eyes
swollen with weeping, her dress hanging damp around
her chill form—who would have guessed that she’
ever could have been the gayest girl in the village.

“You will find the bottle on the shelf; you can
reach it with a chair,” continued Mrs. Wingfield,
raising herself on one arm to watch the proceedings
of the girl ‘There, do you not see, just behind
that.mug! Why, what have you. done?” she cried,
in a tone of impatience, as something came crashing
upon the floor.



A SUDDEN FALL, 93

What had she done indeed. She had thrown
down Tom’s mug, and set two little prisoners free.
Yes, they were free—tfree as the air which they now
joyously beat with their little wings. Uttering a
loud hum of delight, they flew round the cottage,
darted to the door, then drew back, afraidsof the
damp, and at last both settled sociably under the
table, to enjoy together a nice crumb of sugar that
Tom had dropped on the floor.

Oh, if liberty be so sweet, so precious to all, who
would deprive even an insect of its birthright. Let
them spread the free wing, unconfined and happy,
and let us find our pleasure rather in seeing them
in the position for which Providence formed and
designed them, than in keeping them as captives,
_ the slaves to our will, deprived of their life’s dearest

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gaat is the use of a preface? Most of
my young readers will regard it as they
would a stile in front of a field in

which they were going to enjoy hay-
making; as something which they
hastily scramble over, eager to get to what is
beyond. Such being the case, I think it best to
make my preface as short, my stile as small as
possible, not being offended if some of my friends
should skip over it at one bound! To the more
sober readers I would say, if you look for some fun
in the little field which you are going to enter,
remember that in haymaking there is profit as well
as amusement; in turning over thoughts in our
minds, as in turning over newly-mown grass, we
may “make hay while the sun shines,” which will
serve us when cloudier days arise.

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CHAPTER I.
THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE,

? AD you not better go on a little faster with
your work, Polly?” said Minnie Wingfield,
glancing up for a minute from her own,
over which her little fingers had been
busily moving, and from which she now



for the first time raised her eyes.

“T wish that there were no such thing as work!”
exclaimed Polly from her favourite seat by the school-
room window, through which she had been watching
the bees thronging in and out of their hive, some
flying away to seek honied treasure, some returning
laden with it to their home.

“T think that work makes one enjoy play more,”
replied Minnie, her soft voice scarcely heard amidst
10 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE,

the confusion of sounds which filled the school-room,
for there was a spelling-class answering questions at
the moment, and the hum of voices from the boys’
school-room, which adjoined that of the girls, added
not a little to the noise.

The house might itself be regarded as a hive, its
rosy-cheeked scholars as a little swarm of bees, and
knowledge as the honey of which they were in search,
drawn, not from flowers, but from the leaves of
certain dog’s-eared books, which had few charms for
the eyes of Polly Bright.

“T never have any play,” said the little girl,
peevishly. ‘‘ As soon as school is over, and I should
like a little fun, there is Johnny to be looked after,
and the baby to be carried. I hate the care of
children—mother knows that I do—and I think that
baby is always crying on purpose to tease me!”

“Yet it must be pleasant to think that you are
helping your mother, and doing your duty.”

Polly uttered a little grunting sound, which did
not seem like consent, and ran her needle two or
three times into her seam, always drawing it back
instead of pushing it through, which every one knows
is not the way to get on with work.

“Why, even these little bees,” Minnie continued,
“have a sort of duty of their own, and how steadily
they set about it!” ;
THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE. ll

“Pretty easy duty! playing amongst flowers, and
feasting upon honey!”

“Oh! but—’

“ Minnie Wingfield, no talking allowed in school!”
cried the teacher, from the top of the room, turning
towards the corner near the window. “Polly Bright,
you are always the last in your class!”

This time the lazy fingers did draw the needle
through, but a cross ill-tempered look was on the
face of the little girl, while her companion, Minnie,
colouring at the reproof, only worked faster than
before.

We will leave them seated on their bench with
théir sewing in their hands, and passing through
the little window, as only authors and their readers

. can do, cross.the narrow garden with its small rows

of cabbages and onions bordered by a line of stunted
gooseberry-bushes, and mixing with the busy inhabi-
tants of the hive, glide through the tiny opening
around which they cluster, and enter the palace of
the bees. Now I have a suspicion, that though my
young readers may be well acquainted with honey-
comb and honey, and have even had hives on a bench
in their own gardens, they never in their lives have
been inside one, and are totally ignorant of the
language of bees. . For your benefit, therefore, I
intend to translate a little of the buzzing chit-chat
12 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

of the winged nation; and, begging you to consider
yourself as little as possible, conduct you at once to
the palace of Queen Farina.

A very curious and beautiful palace it is, the
Crystal Palace itself is not more perfect in its way.
Look at the long lines of cells, framed with the nicest
care, row above row, built of pure white wax, var-
nished with gum, and filled with provisions for the
winter! Yonder are the nurseries for the infant
bees; these larger apartments are for the royal race ;
that—largest of all—is the state-chamber of the
queen! How straight are the passages, just wide
enough to let two travellers pass without jostling !
And as for the inhabitants of this singular palace, or
rather, I should say, this populous city, though for
a moment you may think them all hurrying and

_bustling about in utter confusion, I assure you that
they are governed by the strictest order; each knows
her own business, her own proper place! I am
afraid that before you are well acquainted with your
small companions, you may find some difficulty in
knowing one from another, as each bee looks as
much like her neighbour as a pin does toa pin. I
am not speaking, of course, of her majesty the queen,
distinguished as she is from all her subjects by the
dignified length of her figure and the shortness of

her wings; but you certainly would not discover,
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THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE, 13

unless I told you, that the little creature hanging
from the upper comb is considered a beauty in Bee-
land. You must at once fancy your eyes powerful
microscopes, till a daisy is enlarged to the size of a
table, and the thread of a spider to a piece of stout
whip-cord; for not till then can you find out the
smallest reason why Sipsyrup should be vain of her
beauty. Yet why should she not pride herself on
her slender shape or her fine down !—vanity may
seem absurd in a bee, but surely it is yet more so in
any reasonable creature, to whom sense has been given —
to know the trifling worth of mere outside looks; and
I fear that I may have amongst my young readers
some no wiser than little Sipsyrup.

She is not buzzing eagerly about like her com-
panions, who are now working in various parties;
some raising the white walls of the cells; some carry-
ing away small cuttings of wax, not to be thrown
away, used in some other place, for bees are very
careful and thrifty; some putting a fine brown
polish on the combs, made of a gum gathered from
the buds of the wild poplar; some bringing in pro-
visions for the little workmen, who are too busy to go
in search of it themselves. No, Sipsyrup seems in
her hive as little satisfied as Polly in her school-room,
as she hangs quivering her wings with an impatient

movement, very unworthy of a sensible bee,
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14 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE,

“A fine morning this!” buzzed an industrioua
young insect, making bee-bread with all her might,
I may here remark, that the subject of. the weather
is much studied in hives, and that their inhabitants
show a knowledge of it that might put to shame
some ‘of the learned amongst us. J am not aware
that they ever make use of barometers, but it is said
that they manage seldom to be caught in a shower,
and take care to keep at home when there is thunder,

“A fine morning indeed!” replied Sipsyrup.
“Yes; the sunshine looks tempting enough, to be
sure; no doubt the flowers are all full of honey, and
the hills covered with thyme; but of what use is
this to a poor nurse-bee like me, scarcely allowed to
snatch a hasty sip for myself, but obliged to look
after these wretched little larvee (that is the name
given to young baby-bees), and carry home tasteless
_ pollen to make bread for them, when I might be
enjoying myself in the sunshine!”

“We once were larvee ourselves,” meekly observed

_ Silverwing.
“Yes, and not very ia ago,” replied Sipsyrup
rather pertly, glancing at the whitish down that
showed her own youth; for it was but three days
since she had quitted her own nursery, which may
account for her being so silly a young bee.

“And but for the kindness of those who supplied
THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE. 15

our wants, when we were poor helpless little crea-
tures, we should never have lived to have wings,”
continued her companion.

“Don’t remind me of that time!” buzzed Sip-
syrup, who could not bear to think of herself as a
tiny, feeble worm. ‘Anything more weary and
tiresome than the life that I led, shut up all alone
in that horrid cell, spinning my own coverlet from
morning till night, I am sure that I cannot imagine!
Ah! speaking of that spinning, if you had only seen
what I did yesterday !”

“What was that?” inquired Silverwing.

“As I flew past a sunny bank, facing the south,
I noticed a small hole, at the entrance of which I
saw one of our cousins, the poppy-bees. Her dress,
you must know, is different from ours (Sipsyrup
always thought something of dress); it is black,
studded on the head and back with reddish-gray
hairs, and her rings are edged with gray. Wishing
to notice a little more closely her curious attire, I
stopped and wished her good day. Very politely
she invited me into her parlour, and I entered the
hole in the bank,”

“A dull, gloomy place to live in, I should fear.”

“Dull! gloomy!” exclaimed Sipsyrup, quivering
her feelers at the recollection; ‘why, the cell of our
queen is a dungeon compared to it! The hole grew
16 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

wider as we went further. in, till it appeared quite
roomy and large, and all round it was hung with the
most splendid covering, formed of the leaves of the
poppy, of a dazzling scarlet, delightful to behold !
Since I saw it, I have been scarcely able to bear the
look of this old hive, with its thousands of cells, one
just like another, and all of the same white hue!”

“Had the poppy-bee a queen?” inquired Silver-
wing.

‘No; she is queen, and worker, and everything
herself; she has no one to command her, no one to
obey ; no waspish companion like Stickasting there,”

* What’s that? who buzzes about me?” cried a
large thick bee, hurrying towards them with an
angry hum! Stickasting had been the plague of
the hive ever since she had had wings; she was
especially the torment of the unfortunate drones,
who, not having been gifted with stings like the
workers, had no means of defence to protect them
from their bullying foe. When a larva, her impa-
tient disposition was not known; she had spun her
silken web like any peaceable insect, then lain quiet
and asleep as a pupa or nymph. But no sooner did
the young bee awake to life, than, using her new
powers with hearty good will, she ate her way
through the web at such a quick rate, that the old
bees who looked in pronounced at once that she was
THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE, , 17

likely to be a most active worker. Nor were they
disappointed, as far as work was concerned; no one
was ready to fly faster or further, no one worked
harder at building the cells; but it was soon dis-
covered that her activity and quickness were not
the only qualities for which she was remarkable. If
ever bee had a bad temper, that bee was Stickasting ;
quarrelling, bullying, attacking, fighting,—she was
as bad as a wasp in the hive! No one would ever
have trusted larvee to her care; Sipsyrup might
neglect or complain of her charge, but Stickasting
would have been positively cruel. Her companion-
ship was shunned, as must be expected by all of her
character, whether they be boys or bees; and she
seldom exchanged a hum, except of defiance, with
any creature in the hive.

Sipsyrup, the moment that she perceived Stick-
asting coming towards her, flew off in alarm, leaving.
poor Silverwing to bear the brunt of the attack.

“Who buzzes about me?” repeated Stickasting
fiercely, flying very close up to the little nurse-bee.

‘Indeed I never named you,” replied Silverwing
timidly, shrinking back as close as she could to the
comb,

_ “Tf you were not talking against me yourself, you
were listening to and encouraging one who did.
Who dare say that I am waspish?” continued Stick-
18 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

asting, quivering her wings with anger till they were
almost invisible. “It is this gossip and slander
that make the hive too hot to hold us! I once
thought better of you, Silverwing, as a quiet, good-
natured sort of a bee, but I now see that you are
just like the rest, and as silly as you are ugly!”

This was a very provoking speech—it was intended
to be so; but Silverwing was not a creature ready
to take offence; whatever she felt, she returned no
answer, an example which I would strongly recom-
mend to all in her position, whether standing on six
feet or on two.

But Stickasting was resolved to pick a quarrel if
possible, especially with one whom she considered
less strong than herself, for she was not one of those
generous beings who scorn to take advantage of the
weakness of another. Stickasting much resembled
the class of rude, coarse-minded boys, who find a
pleasure in teasing children, and annoying little girls,
and like to show their power over those who dare
not oppose it.

‘“‘T owe you a grudge, Silverwing, for your Bouse
to me yesterday. When I was toiling and working
at the cells like a slave, not having time to go out
for refreshment, I saw you fly past me two or three
times, and not a drop of honey did you offer

”

me.
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“T was carrying pollen for my little larve,” gently
replied Silverwing; “it is not my office to supply
the builders, though I am sure that I should do so
with pleasure; but the baby-bees are placed under
my charge, and you know what care they need till
they begin to spin.”

“Yes; idle, hungry, troublesome creatures that
they are! Have they not set about their spinning
yet? I'll make them stir themselves ””—and Stick-
asting made a movement towards the nursery-cells.

“The larvee do not like to be disturbed !” cried
Silverwing, anxious for her charges, and placing her-
self between them and the intruder.

“Like! I daresay not; but who cares what they
like! Get out of the way, Ill prick them up a
little 1” :

“You shall not come near them!” hummed the
little nurse, resolutely keeping her place.

“T say that I shall,—who shall hinder me? Get
out of my way, or I'll let you feel my sting.”

Silverwing trembled, but she did not stir, for she
was a faithful little bee. As the hen is ready to de-
fend her chickens from the hawk, and even the timid
wren will fight for her brood, so this feeble insect
would have given up her life rather than have for-
saken the little ones confided to her care.

But she was not left alone to struggle with her
20 THE BIG HIVE AND THE LITTLE ONE.

assailant: two of her winged companions came to the
rescue, and Stickasting, who had no wish to encounter
such odds, and was fonder, perhaps, of bullying than
of fighting, no sooner saw Waxywill and Honeyball
on the wing, than with an angry hum she hurried
out of the hive,
CHAPTER Ii.

SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL.



WISH that all little nurses were as trust-
@ worthy as Silverwing, or as kind and
Ss patient with their charges! While Polly
Bright has sat in her mother’s cottage trim-
ming her bonnet, till it looks as absurd as
pink ribbons can make it, the poor baby has been
crying unheeded in his cradle, except that now and
then, when vexed more than usual by the noise,
with an almost angry look she pauses for a moment
to rock the cradle with her foot. She does not
notice that little Johnny has been clambering up by
the pail, which her mother has set aside for her
washing, till the sudden sound of a fall, and a splash,
and a child’s frightened cry, startle her, and she sees
little streams running all over the stone floor, and
Johnny flat on his face in the middle of a loud roar
—and a pool of water.
22 SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL.

Up she jumps, not in the best of tempers; poor
J ohnny is dragged up by one arm, and receives one
or two slaps on-the back, which only makes him cry
louder than before; he stands a picture of childish
misery, with dripping dress and open mouth, the
tears rolling down his rosy cheeks, helpless and
frightened, as his careless sister shakes and scolds
_ him, and shakes him again, for what was the effect
of her own negligence.

Happily for the little boy, Minnie Wingfield is a
near neighbour, and comes running at the sound of
his distress.

“Why, what is the matter, my dear little man?”

are her first words as she enters the cottage.

“Took here! did you ever see anything like it?
His dress clean on to-day! I cannot.turn my back
for a moment, but he must be at the pail—naughty,
tiresome, mischievous boy!” and poor Johnny
received another shake. ‘A pretty state the cot-
tage is in—and there—oh, my bonnet! my bonnet !”
exclaimed Polly, as she saw that in her hurry and
anger she had thrown it down, and that, pink rib-
bons and all, it lay on the floor, right across one of
the little streams of water.

“Never mind the bonnet; the poor child may
be hurt; and oh, take care, the baby will be
wetted!” and without waiting for Polly’s tardy
SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL. 23

aid, Minnie pushed the cradle beyond reach of
danger.

While Polly was yet bemoaning her bonnet, and
trying to straighten out its damaged ribbons, Minnie
had found out something dry for the shivering little
boy, had rubbed him, and comforted him, and taken
him upon her knee; then asking him to help her
to quiet poor baby, had hushed the sickly infant in
her arms. Was there no pleasure to her kind heart
when its wailing gradually ceased, and the babe fell
into a sweet sleep, or when Johnny put his plump
arms tight round her neck, and pressed his little
lips to her cheek ?

There are some called to do great deeds for man-
kind, some who bestow thousands in charity, some
who visit hospitals and prisons, and live and die the
benefactors of their race. But let not those who
have not power to perform anything great, imagine
that because they can do little, they need therefore
do nothing to increase the sum of happiness upon
earth. There is a terrible amount of suffering
caused by neglect of, or unkindness to little children,
Their lives, often how short! are embittered by
harshness, their tempers spoiled, sometimes their
health injured; and can those to whose care the
helpless little ones were confided, imagine that
there is no sin in the petulant word, the angry blow,
24 SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL.

or that many will not have one day to answer for
all the sorrow which they have caused to their
Lord’s feeble lambs, to those whose spring-time of -
life should be happy.

Would my readers like to know a little more of
Minnie Wingfield, whose look was so kind, whose
words weré so gentle, that her presence was like
sunshine wherever she went? She lived in a little
white cottage with a porch, round which twined
roses and honeysuckle. There was a little narrow
seat just under this porch, where Minnie loved to sit
in the summer evenings with her work, or her book
when her work was done, listening to the blackbird
that sang in the apple-tree, and the humming of the
bees amidst the blossoms. Little Minnie led a
retired life, but by no means a useless one. If her
mother’s cottage was the picture of neatness, it was
Minnie who kept it so clean. Her brother’s mended
stockings, his nicely-washed shirts, all did credit to
her neat fingers. Yetshe could find time to bestow
on the garden, to trim the borders, to water the
plants, to tie up the flowers in which her sick
mother delighted. Nor did Minnie neglect the
daily school. She was not clever, but patient and
ever anxious to please ; her teacher regarded her as
one of her best scholars, and pointed her out as an
example to the rest. But Minnie’s great enjoyment
SOME ACCOUNT OF A WATERFALL. 26

was in the Sunday school; there she learned the
lessons which made duty sweet to her, and helped
her on the right way through the week, The small
Bible which had been given to her by her father,
with all his favourite verses marked, was a precious
companion to Minnie: not studied as a task-book,
or carelessly read as a matter of custom ; but valued
as a treasure, and consulted as a friend, and made
the rule and guide of daily life.
And was not Minnie happy? In one sense she
- certainly was so, but still she had her share of this
world’s trials. The kind father whom she had
fondly loved had died the year before ; and besides
the loss of so dear a friend, his death had brought
poverty upon his family. It was a hard struggle to
make up the rent of the little cottage, which Mrs,
Wingfield could not bear to quit, for did not every-
thing there remind her of her dear husband—had he
not himself made the porch and planted the flowers
that adorned it! Often on a cold winter’s day the
little fire would die out for want of fuel, and Minnie
rise, still hungry, from the simple meal which she
had spared that there might be enough for her
parent and her brother,
Mrs. Wingfield’s state of health was another
source of sorrow. She was constantly ailing, and
never felt well, and though saved every trouble


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by her attentive child, and watched as tenderly as a
lady could have been, the sufferings of the poor
woman made her peevish and fretful, and sometimes
even harsh to her gentle daughter.

Tom, her brother, was also no small trial to
Minnie. Unlike her, he had little thought for any-
thing beyond self; he neither considered the com-
fort nor the feelings of others; if Minnie was like ~
sunshine in the cottage of her mother, Tom too often
resembled a bleak east wind, and though Mrs. Wing-
field and her daughter never admitted such a thought,
their home was happiest when Tom was not in it.

But it is time to return to our hive.
CHAPTER III.
A FLATTERING INVITATION,

AXYWILL and Honeyball had both come
to the assistance of Silverwing, and she
buzzed her thanks in a grateful way
to both, though different motives had
brought them to her aid, for they were
very different bees in their dispositions.

Honeyball was a good-humoured, easy kind of
creature. Very ready to do a kindness if it cost
her little trouble, but lazy as any drone in the hive.
Honeyball would have liked to live all day in the
bell of a foxglove, with nothing to disturb her in her
idle feast. -It was said in the hive that more than
once she had been_known to sip so much, that at
last she had been unable to rise, and for hours had
lain helpless on the ground. Sipsyrup, who, like




other vain, silly creatures, was very fond of talking

about other people’s concerns, had even whispered
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28 A FLATTERING INVITATION,

that Honeyball had been seen busy at one of the pro-
vision-cells stored for the winter’s use, which it is
treason in a bee to touch; but as those who talk
much generally talk a little nonsense, we may hope
that there was no real ground for the story.

Waxywill was one of whom such a report would
never have been believed: there was not a more
honourable or temperate worker in the hive. . Yet
Stickasting herself was scarcely less liked, so peevish
and perverse was the temper of this bee. If desired
to do anything, it was sure to be the very thing which
she did not fancy. Were cells to be built,—she could
not bear moping in-doors; if asked to bring honey,
she always found out that her wings were tired.
She could not bear submission to the laws of the
hive, and once actually shook her wings at the
queen! When she flew to help Silverwing, it was
less out of kindness to her than the love of opposing
Stickasting ; and yet Waxywill was not an ungener-
ous bee—she had more sense, too, than insects gener-
ally possess; she would have been respected, and even
loved, in the hive, had not her stubborn wilful temper
spoilt all.

. We will now follow Sipsyrup in her hasty flight,
as, leaving both her friend and her charges behind,
she made her retreat from Stickasting. How delight
ful she found the fine fresh air, after the heated hive !
A FLATTERING INVITATION. 29

Now up, now down, she pursued her varying course,
sometimes humming for a moment around some fra-
grant flower, then, even before she had tasted its
contents, deserting it for one yet more tempting.
Deeply she plunged her long tongue into its cup;
her curious pliable tongue, so carefully guarded by
Nature in a nicely fitting sheath. “ Sheath your
tongue!” was an expression which the gossiping
little bee had heard more often than she liked, especi-
ally from the mouth of Waxywill. It might be an
expressive proverb in other places than Bee-land, for
there are tongues whose words are more cutting than
swords, that much need the sheath of discretion.
The movements of the lively insect were watched
with much interest by Spinaway the spider, from her
quiet home in a rose-bush. Sipsyrup, disdaining
the narrow garden of the school, had winged her
way over the wall, and turning into a narrow green
lane that was near, was now sporting with the
blossoms by Mrs. Winefield’s porch. Spinaway was
a clever, artful spider, somewhat ambitious too in
her way. She had made her web remarkably firm
and strong, and expected to be rewarded by nobler
game than the little aphis, or bony gnat; she had
once succeeded in capturing a blue-bottle fly, and this
perhaps it was that raised her hopes so high, that
she did not despair of having a bee in her larder.

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30 A FLATTERING INVITATION.

“Good morning,” said Spinaway, in a soft coaxing
tone, as Sipsyrup came fluttering near her. ‘You
seem to have travelled some distance, my friend, and
if you should like to rest yourself here, I am sure
that you would be heartily welcome.”

Sipsyrup was a young inexperienced bee, but she
did not much fancy the looks of the spider, with her
hunchback and long hairy legs. She politely, .there-
fore, declined the invitation, and continued her feast
in a flower.

“Tam really glad to see a friend in a nice quiet
way,” continued the persevering spider. ‘‘I find it
very dull to sit here all day; I would give anything
to have wings like a bee.”

Sipsyrup, who loved gossip, advanced a little
nearer, taking care to keep clear of the web.

“T do long to hear a little news of the world, to
know what passes in your wonderful hive. I am
curious to learn about. your queen ;—your manner
and style of dress is such, that I am sure that you
must have been much about the court.”

Settling upon a leaf, still at a safe distance, Sip-
syrup indulged her taste for chit chat, glad to have
so attentive a listener. Spinaway soon heard all the
gossip of the hive—how the present queen had
killed in single combat the queen of another swarm,
whilst the bees of both nations watched the fight—
A FLATTERING INVITATION. 31

and how the hostile band, when they saw their queen
dead, had submitted to the conqueror at once. How
a slug had last morning crept into the hive and
frightened her out of her wits, but had been put to
death by fierce Stickasting, before it had crawled
more than an inch. Sipsyrup then related—and
really for once her conversation was very amusing—
all the difficulties and perplexity of the people of the
hive, as to how to get rid of the body of the intruder.
She herself had been afraid to venture near the mon-
ster, but Silverwing and the rest had striven with all
their might to remove the dead slug from their hive.

“And did they succeed?” said Spinaway, much
interested.

“Oh! it was quite impossible to drag out the slug!
We were in such distress—such a thing in the hive
—our hive always kept so neat and clean that not
a scrap of wax is left lying about!”

“What did you do?” said the spider; “it saily
was a distressing affair !”

“Waxywill thought of a plan for preventing an-
noyance. She proposed that we should cover the
slug all over with wax, so that it should rather ap-
pear like a piece of the comb than a dead creature
left in the hive.”

“A capital plan!” cried Spinaway ; “and was the
thing done ?”
32 A FLATTERING INVITATION.

“Ves, it was, and before the day was over.”

“So there Mrs. Slug remains in a white wrapping,”
laughed the spider, “a warning to those who go where
they are not wanted. You were, I daresay, one of
the foremost in the work.”

“NotI; Iwould not have touched the ugly crea
ture with one of my feelers !”

“T beg your pardon!” said the spider; “ indeed
I might have judged by your appearance that nothing
but the most refined and elegant business would ever
be giver. to you! You look as though you had
never touched anything rougher than a rose!”

This speech put Sipsyrup in high good-humour,
she began to think that she had judged the spider
harshly, and that she really was an agreeable creature
in spite of her ugly hunch.

“Tf you speak of delicate work,” observed the bee
very politely, ‘‘I never saw anything so fine as your
web,”

“Tt is tolerably well finished,” said the spider with
a bow; “would you honour me by a closer inspection?”

“Oh! thank you, I’m not curious in these matters,”
replied Sipsyrup, still feeling a little doubtful of her
new friend.

“You have doubtless remarked,” said Spinaway,
“that each thread is composed of about five thousand
others, all joined together.”
A FLATTERING INVITATION. 33

“No, really ; I had no idea of that—how wonder-
fully fine they must be!” ;

“T am surprised that you did not see it, at least
if the powers of your eyes equal their beauty! I
never beheld anything like them before—their violet
colour, their beautiful shape, cut, as it were, into
hundreds of divisions like fine honeycomb cells, and
studded all over with. most delicate hair! I would
give my eight eyes for your two!”

“Two!” cried Sipsyrup, mightily pleased, “I have
three more on the back of my head.”

“T would give anything to see them; if they are
but equal to the facetted ones, no creature in the
world could boast of such a set! Might I beg—
would you favour me ?”—

Silly Sipsyrup ! foolish bee ! not the first, however,
nor I fear the last, to be caught by sugary words!
Blinded by vanity, forward she flew—touched the
sticky clammy web—entangled her feet—struggled
to get free—in vain, in vain !—quivered her wings
in terrified efforts—shook the web with all her might
—but could not escape! Her artful foe looked
eagerly on, afraid to approach until the poor bee
should have exhausted herself by her struggles. Ah!
better for Sipsyrup had she kept in her hive, had
she spent all the day in making bee-bread, to feed
the little larva: in their cells!
CHAPTER IY.

HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS,

| ay c ie arte Tom, looking up from the
bowl of porridge which he was eating
in the rose-covered porch.



“Poor thing!” said Minnie, rising from

her seat.

“A precious fright it must be in! what a noise it
makes !” cried her brother.

“Tt is not much entangled—I think that I could
seb it free!”—-and Minnie ran up to the web.

‘And be stung for your pains—nonsense! leave
italone. It is good fun to watch it in its struggles.”

“Tt never can be good fun to see any creature in
misery,” replied Minnie; and with the help of a
little twig, in a very short time poor Sipsyrup was
released from the web.

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wing, and some of the web is still clinging to its
legs ; I am afraid that it cannot fly.”

“T hope that it will sting you,” laughed Tom.
“ Are you going to nurse and pet it here, and get up
an hospital for sick bees ?”

“JT think that it must belong to our school-
mistress’s hive. I will carry it there, and put it by
the opening, and let its companions take care of
it;” and notwithstanding Tom’s scornful laugh,
Minnie bore off the bee on her finger.

* “You are the most absurd girl that I ever knew,”
said he on her return. ‘What does it matter to
you what becomes of one bee! I should not mind
smothering a whole hive!”

“Ah! Tom,” said his sister, “when there is so
much pain in the world, I do not think that one
would willingly add ever so little to it. And I have
a particular feeling about animals. You know that
they were placed under man, and given to man, and
they were all so happy until—until man sinned ;
now, innocent as they are, they share his punishment
of pain and of death, and it seems hard that we
should make that punishment more bitter !”

“Then my tender-hearted sister would never taste
mutton, I suppose.”

“No; the sheep are given to us for food, but I
would make them as happy as I could while they
36 ‘HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS.

lived. Oh, Tom, we are commanded in the Bible
to be ‘tender-hearted,’ and ‘merciful,’ and surely
to be cruel is a grievous sin!”

“T wonder that you did not crush the saides that
would have eaten up your bee.”

“Why should I? She did nothing wrong. It
is nature that has taught her to live on such food ;
I would be merciful to spiders as well as to bees.”

“You carried off her dinner—-she would not thank
you for that.” .

“Perhaps I did foolishly,” said Minnie, with a
smile, “but I cannot see a creature suffering and not
try to help it.”

“T wish that you saw the green-grocer’ s horse,
with his bones all starting through his skin, and the
marks of the blows on his head! What would you
say to the master of that horse?”

“Oh! I wish that he would remember that one
verse from the Bible, ‘ Blessed are the merciful, for
they shall obtain mercy.’ Without mercy, what
would become of the best—without mercy, we all
should be ruined for ever—and if only the merciful
can obtain mercy—oh! what will become of the
cruel?”

“Pshaw!” cried Tom, not able to dispute the
truth of Minnie’s words, but not choosing to listen
to them, for he had too many recollections of bird-
HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS. 37

nesting, cockchafer-spinning, and worrying of cats,
to make the subject agreeable. Some find it easier
to silence an opponent with a “pshaw!” than by
reason or strength of argument, and this was Tom’s
usual way. He did not wish to continue the con-
versation, and, perhaps with a view to change its
subject, said in a sudden, abrupt tone, as he stirred
his porridge with his pewter spoon,—

“You've not put a morsel of sugar in my bowl.”

“Yes, indeed I put some,” replied Minnie.

“But you know that I like plenty, I have told

you so a thousand times.”

“But, dear Tom, I have not plenty to give you
—we have nearly come to the end of our little store
—and you know,” continued she, lowering her voice,
“that we cannot buy more until we are paid for
these shirts.”

The little girl did not add that for the last three
days she had not tasted any sugar herself.

“Nonsense!” cried Tom, starting up from his
seat, and hastily entering the cottage. He took
down from the shelf a large broken cup, which was
used to contain the store of sugar. Mrs. Wingfield
was lying asleep in the back-room, being laid up
with a worse headache than usual.

Fearing lest her mother should be roused from
her sleep, Minnie followed her brother, her finger on
38 HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS,

her lip, a look of anxious warning on her face. But
both look and gesture were lost upon Tom, who was
thinking of nothing but himself.

“Here’s plenty for to-day,” he said in a careless
tone, emptying half the supply into his bowl.

“But Tom—our poor mother—she is ill, you
know—”

“Well, I’ve not taken it all.”

“But we cannot afford—”

“Don’t torment me!” cried Tom angrily, helping
himself to more.

“Oh! dear Tom,” said the little girl, laying her |
hand upon his arm.

“Tl not stand this nonsense!” exclaimed the
boy fiercely, and turning round, he flung the rest of
the sugar into the dusty road. “'There—that serves
you right—that will teach you another time to mind
your own business and leave me alone ;” and noisily’
setting down the empty cup, the boy sauntered out
of the cottage.

Something seemed to rise in Minnie’s throat—
her heart was*swelling, her cheek was flushed with
mingled sorrow and indignation. Oh, how much
patience and meekness we require to meet the
daily little trials of life !

Minnie was roused by her mother’s feeble, fretful
voice. “I wish that you and Tom had a little
HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS. 39

more feeling for me! You have awoke me with
your noise !”

_ “Tam sorry that you have been disturbed, dear
mother; I’ll try and not let it happen again. Do
you feel better now ?”

“No one feels better fur awaking with a start,”
returned Mrs, Wingfield peevishly ; “I should not
have expected such thoughtlessness from you.”

Minnie’s eyes were so brimful of tears that she
dared not shut them, lest the drops should run over
on her cheek, She knew that her mother would not
like to see her cry, so, turning quietly away, she went
to the small fire to make a little tea for the invalid.

There was nothing that Mrs. Wingfield enjoyed
like a cup of warm tea; and when Minnie brought
one to the side of her bed, with a nice little piece of
dry toast beside it, even the sick woman’s worn face
looked almost cheerful. As soon, however, as she
had tasted the tea, she set down the cup with a
displeased air.

“You've forgotten the sugar, child.”

“Not forgotten, mother, but—but I have none.”

“More shame to you,” cried Mrs. Wingfield, her
pale face flushing with anger; “I am sure that a
good deal was left this morning; you might have
thought of your poor sick mother—she has few
enough comforts, I am. sure.”
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Poor Minnie! she left the room with a very heavy
heart ; she felt for some minutes as if nothing could
cheer her. Angry with her brother, grieved at her
mother’s undeserved reproach, as she again sat down
to work in the little porch, her tears fell fast over
her seam. Presently Conscience, that inward moni-
tor, to whose advice the little girl was accustomed to
listen, began to make itself heard. ‘This is fool-
ish, this is wrong—dry up your tears, they can
but give pain to your sick mother. You must
patiently bear with the fretfulness of illness, and not
add to its burden by showing that you feel it. You
know that you have not acted selfishly, you need
not regret your own conduct in the affair—is not
that the greatest of comforts? But I know very
well,” still Conscience whispered in her heart, “ that
you never will feel quite peaceful and happy till no
anger remains towards your brother. A little sin
disturbs peace more than a great deal of sorrow;
ask for aid to put away this sin.”

Minnie listened to the quiet voice of Conscience,
and gradually her tears stopped and her flushed
cheek became cool, She made a hundred excuses
in her mind for poor Tom. He had been always
much indulged—he would be sorry for what he had
done—how much better he was than other boys
that she knew, who drank, or swore, or stole! And
HOME LESSONS AND HOME TRIALS, 41

for herself, what a sin it was to have felt so miser-
able! How many blessings were given her to
enjoy! She had health, and sight, and fingers able
- to do work, and neither she nor her mother had
difficulty in procuring it, the ladies around were so
kind! Then there was the church, and the school,
and the best of books;—and the world was so
beautiful, with its bright sun and sweet flowers—
there was so much to enjoy, so much to be thankful
for! And Minnie raised her eyes to the blue sky
above, all dotted over with rosy clouds; for it was
the hour of sunset, and she thought of the bright
happy place to which her dear father had gone, and
how she might hope to join him there, and never
know sorrow again! What wonder, with such
sweet thoughts for her companions, if Minnie’s face
again grew bright, and she worked away in her
little porch with a feeling of peace and grateful love
in her breast, which a monarch might have envied!

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CHAPTER V.

CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE.






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3

aan OOR. Sipsyrup ! how sadly she stood at the

Wig entrance of the hive, where her gentle pre-
_ server had left her. The fine down of
which she had been so vain, was all rubbed
and injured by her struggles in the web;
one of her elegant wings was torn; she felt that all
her beauty was gone! She had hardly courage to
enter the hive, and was ashamed to be seen by the
busy bees flocking in and out of the door. I am
not sure that insects can sigh, or I am certain that
she must have sighed very deeply. The first thing
that gave her the least feeling of comfort was the
sound of Silverwing’s friendly hum. The poor
wounded insect exerted her feeble strength, and
crept timidly into the hive.

“Sipsyrup ! can it be!’ cried Hone ball rousing
herself from a nap as the bee brushed past her
CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE. ‘ 43

“Sipsyrup looking as though she had been in the
wars!” exclaimed Waxywill, who, in the pride of
her heart, had always looked with contempt on her
vain silly companion.

“My poor Sipsyrup !” cried Silverwing, hastening
towards her. Their feelers met (that is the way of
embracing in Bee-land), the kind bee said little, but
by every friendly act in her power showed her pity
and anxiety to give comfort.

What pleased Sipsyrup most was the absence of
Stickasting, who had not returned to the hive which
she had left an hour before in a passion.

After resting for a little on a. half-finished cell,
while Silverwing with her slender tongue gently

smoothed her ruffled down, and brought a drop of
honey to refresh her, Sipsyrup felt well enough to
relate her sad story, to which a little group of sur-
rounding bees listened with no small interest. Sip-
syrup left altogether out of her account the fine
compliments paid her by Spinaway—she could not
bear that her vanity should be known; but she
gained little by hiding the truth, as this only made
her folly appear more unaccountable.

“Tcannotunderstand,” said Waxywill, “how any bee
in her senses could fly into a web with her eyes open!”

“When there was not even a drop of honey to be
gained by it,” hummed Honeyball.
44 CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE.

Sipsyrup hastened to the end of her story, and
related how she had been saved from the spider by
the timely help of a kind little girl.

‘May she live upon eglantine all her life!” ex-
claimed Silverwing with enthusiasm; ‘‘and have her
home quite overflowing with honey and pollen !”

“This is the strangest part of your adventure,”
said Honeyball; “this is the very first time in my
life that I ever heard of kindness shown to an insect
by a human being.”

“T thought that bees were sometimes fed by them
in winter,” suggested Silverwing.

“Fed with sugar and water! fit food for a bee,”
cried Honeyball, roused to indignation upon the only
subject that stirred her up to anything like excite-
ment. “And have you never heard how whole
swarms have been barbarously murdered, smothered
in the hive which they had filled with so much labour,
that greedy man might feast upon their spoils !”

“Tf you talk of greediness, Honeyball,” drily
observed Waxywill, “I should say, Keep your tongue
im a sheath !”

“T am glad that it is not the custom for men to
eat bees as well as their honey,” laughed Silverwing.

“Oh !” they are barbarous to everything, whether
they eat it or not,” exclaimed Waxywill with an
angry buzz. ‘Have I not seen a poor butterfly,
CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE. 45

basking in the sun, glittering in her vest of purple
and gold.—Ah! Sipsyrup, in your very best day,
you were no better than a black-beetle compared to
her !”

An hour before, Sipsyrup would have felt ready
to sting Waxywill for such an insolent speech, but
the pride of the poor bee was humbled ; and when
Waxywill observed her silence, and noticed her
drooping looks, she felt secretly ashamed of her pro-
voking words. She continued,—“ Have I not seen
the butterfly, I say, dancing through the air, as
though life was all sunshine and joy !—I have seen
a boy look on her—not to admire, not to feel pleas-
ure in beholding her beauty, but eager to lay that
beauty in the dust, and seize on his little victim!
I have watched him creeping softly, his hat in his
hand, as anxious about his prize as if to destroy a
poor insect’s happiness was the way to secure his
own! Now the unconscious butterfly rose high
above the reach of her pursuer, then sank again to
earth, to rest upon a flower, whose tints were less
bright than its wings! Down came the hat !—
there was a shout from the boy, the butterfly was
prisoner at last! If he had caught it to eat it, as
the spider caught Sipsyrup, I could have forgiven
him, for men as well as bees must have food, and I
suspect that they do not live entirely upon honey ;
46 CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE.

but it made me wish for a hundred stings when I
saw the wretched insect lying on the ground, flutter-
ing in the agonies of death; the boy had barbar-
ously torn off its bright beautiful wings, and had
not even the mercy to put it out of pain, by setting
his foot upon it !”

“Tt had never injured him,” murmured Silver-
wing.

“Tt had never injured any one; it desired nothing
but to be allowed to spend its short life in peace.”

“How would the boy have liked to have had his
wings torn off,” said Honeyball, “ for the amusement
of some creature stronger than himself?”

“Men and boys are worse than hornets!” mut-
tered Waxywill. .

“But we have found one .of human-kind,”
-hummed Silverwing, cheerfully, “who could be
merciful even to a bee! Perhaps in the world there
may be others like her—too noble, too generous to
use their strength to torture and destroy what
cannot resist them.”

Waxywill and Honeyball now took their departure,
I fear rather for their own pleasure than for the
benefit of the hive, as Waxywill was not in a humour
to work, and Honeyball was always in a humour to
idle. As soon as they had flown out of reach of
hearing, poor Sipsyrup said in a very dull tone, “I
CONVERSATION IN THE HIVE. 47

wonder what is to become of me now, poor unhappy
insect that Iam! I fear that I shall never be able
to fly, and to live on here in this wretched way is
almost worse than to be eaten by a spider.”

“Oh, you should not say so!” replied gentle
Silverwing; “you can still crawl about, and you
are safe in your own home.” !

“Safe !—I am miserable! With what pleasure
I had thought of joining the first swarm that should
fly off. I am tired of the hive, this noisy bustling
hive ; I have lost everything that I cared for, every-
thing that made life pleasant—my beauty, my
‘strength, my power of flying—I have nothing
left—”

“But your duties,” added Silverwing; “make
them your pleasures. My dear friend, if you no
more can be pretty, you may still be useful; if you~
no more can be admired, you can still be loved.
You may not be able to go far, or to see much, but
there are better joys to be found in your own
home.”

Before the night closed, both the little nurse-bees
were busy feeding the larve. ©
CHAPTER VI.

A STINGING REPROOF.



A{HE sunset was still casting a red glow over
*. the earth, throwing the long shadows of
the trees on the ground, and lighting up
the cottage windows, as Polly Bright stood
at the door of her cottage, watching for her mother’s
return. :

Mrs. Bright was a hard-working woman, who,
during the absence of her husband, a soldier in the
Crimea, earned many an honest shilling as char-
woman in the house of the squire on the hill. She
generally managed to let Polly have the advantage
of attending the school in the morning; though her-
self unable to read, she liked the idea of her daughter
being a scholar, and as plain-work was also taught
in the school, she thought that what Polly acquired
there might make her not only more learned, but
more useful. But it was only for attendance in the
A STINGING REPROOF. 49

morning that the char-woman’s child could be spared
from her home. During her mother’s frequent ab-
sence, all the charge of the cottage and care of the
children belonged of course to Polly Bright.

I cannot say that the little parlour could compare
in neatness with that of Mrs. Wingfield. There was
a chest of drawers in one of the corners, and on it
was heaped a strange medley of things. Teapot and
broken jug, old shawl and a baby’s rattle, nutmeg-
scraper, bellows, saucepan and books, were piled in
sad confusion! Nor would I have advised you to
have attempted to open one of the drawers. They
were sometimes too full to be opened at all, and
stuck tight against every effort, as if aware that
they were not fit to be seen, Polly was too fond
of adorning herself, to care for adorning her cot-
tage. She was not aware how far better it looks
to be simple, neat, and clean, and dressed according
to our station, than to be decked out with gaudy
finery, and try to ape the appearance of those whom
Providence has placed above us.

You will remember that we visited this cottage
in the third chapter, and there is little change in
the appearance of things there now. The damp on
the floor occasioned by Johnny’s accident has dried
up, and so have the tears of the little boy, who,
seated upon a stool near his sister’s feet, is cramming
50 5 A STINGING REPROOF.

his mouth with bread and butter with an air of
great content. But the thin sickly baby is still in
his cradle, still uttering his feeble unheeded wail, for
the poor little creature is teething hard, and has no
other way of expressing his pain. Polly never
notices his heated lips and swelled gums; she is
more occupied with herself this evening than usual,
for Mrs. Larkins, the farmer’s wife, has invited her
to tea, and as soon as her mother returns to take her
place, she will be off to amuse herself at Greenhill.
Oh yes, you might be certain that some gay meet-
ing was expected! Look at the necklace of false
- coral round her neck, the half-soiled lace which she
has sewn round her frock, and her hair all in papers
at this hour of the day; you would laugh were you
to see her, but to me the sight of her folly is really
too sad for laughing. Of what is she thinking, as
she quickly untwists the papers, and curls her long
hair round her fingers? Her thoughts are divided
between impatience at her mother’s delay, fears of
herself being late for the party, and wishes that the
pedlar would only happen to call at her cottage.
“She had heard that day, from one of her school-
fellows, that a man had been going about the neigh-
bourhood with a pack so full of beautiful things,
that such a collection had never before been seen in
the village. Polly had been particularly tempted by
A STINGING REPROOF. 51

the description of some brooches made of false dia-
monds, and exactly like real ones, as the girl, who
had never seen a jewel in her life, very positively
affirmed. One of these finé brooches was to be had
for sixpence—how eager was Polly to be its possessor!
She counted over her little treasure of pence, and
found that she had sufficient for the purchase.

But how was she to find the pedlar? Had Polly
not been tied to the cottage by what she called
“these tiresome children,” she would long ago have
gone in search of him. She could hardly expect
him to pass down her little lane, but she was near
enough to the high road to see if any one passed
along it in going through the village. At one time
she had set little Johnny to watch, and more than
once her hopes had been raised as the little fellow
shouted aloud, “There’s the man!” But Polly came
running first to see a drover with pigs, then the
baker with his little cart going his rounds ;—she
had a disappointment, poor Johnny a slap, and he
was sent crying into the cottage! This was rather
hard upon him, poor little fellow! How could a
child not three years old be expected to know the
difference between a pedlar and a baker ?

But all was quiet again in the cottage, Johnny
occupied with his supper, and Polly with her curl-
papers, when in through the open door who should
52 A STINGING REPROOF.

make her entrance but Stickasting! She came in,
as usual, in no amiable mood, quite ready to take
offence on the very shortest notice. She first settled
on the little baby’s arm, but the infant lay perfectly
still, half-comforted in his troubles by sucking his
‘thumb; the most passionate bee in the world could
find no excuse for being angry with him. Qtick-
asting rested for a few moments on the thin tiny
arm, then rose and approached Polly Bright.

Every sensible person knows that when a bee or
a wasp hovers near, the safest way is to keep quiet
and take no notice; but Polly was not a very sensible
person, and being not very courageous neither, was
quité frightened when the insect touched her face.
If Stickasting had mistaken it for a flower, she would
very soon have found out her blunder, and left the
little girl in peace; but, starting back with a cry,
Polly struck the bee, and Stickasting, roused to fury,
quickly returned the blow! Mad with passion, the
insect struck her sting so deep, that it was impossible
to withdraw it again, and ‘she left it behind, which
occasions certain death to a bee!

Stickasting felt at once that she had thrown away
her life in a wild desire for revenge ; that her de-
struction was caused by her own violent act—she
crawled feebly a few inches from the spot where she
fell, and expired—a victim to her temper !
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Loud was the scream which Polly Bright uttered
on being stung, so loud that it brought from the
opposite cottage both Minnie Wingfield and her
brother. On finding out the cause of Polly’s distress,
Minnie hastily ran back for the blue-bag, or a little
honey, to relieve the pain of her school-fellow. But
Tom, who had very little pity in his nature, stood
shaking with laughter at the adventure.

“Stung by a bee! stung on the very tip of the
noise! what a beauty you will look at Greenhill to-
night! ha, ha, ha! If you could only see how funny
you look, your hair half in curl-papers and half
hanging down, and your eyes as red with crying as
the coral round your neck! You are for all the
world like silly Sally !”

“Tt does not show much, does it?” said poor
Polly anxiously, as Minnie returned with the blue-
bag.

“Tt is swelling!” cried Tom, “swelling higher and
higher !—’twill be just like the turkey-cock’s comb!”

“Then I can’t go to-night—lI will not go!” ex-
claimed Polly, sitting down and bursting into tears.

Tom laughed louder, Minnie in vain tried to
comfort—all Polly’s happiness was for the time over-
thrown by a bee! It rested but on trifles, and a
trifle was enough to make her wretched for the rest

of that day-!
CHAPTER VII.

A WONDERFUL BORE.



JHE sun set, the rooks in the squire’s park
- had gone to roost, the bats flew round the
" ivy-covered tower of the village church,
The hive was becoming quiet and still, the
tas hanging in clusters prepared to go to sleep; but
Stickasting had never returned! Silverwing listened
in vain for the well-known sound of her angry hum,
and wondered what could have delayed her com-
panion, But never again was the poor bee to fly
back to the hive, never again to labour at the waxen
cells! And alas! how little was her presence missed,
—-still less was it regretted !

The next morning was warm, bright, and sunny ;
the bees were early on the wing. The larvae were
beginning to spin their webs, and therefore no longer
required food, so Silverwing was free to range over
the fields and gather honey for the hive. So tempt-




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ing was the day, that even Honeyball shook her lazy
wings and crept to the door; there stood for a few
moments, jostled by her more active fellow-servants,
and finally flew off in quest of food.

How delightful was the air—how fragrant the
breeze! The buttercups spread their carpet of gold,
and the daisies their mantle of silver over the mea-
dows, all glittering with the drops of bright dew.
Honeyball soon found a flower to her taste, and
never thought of quitting it till she had exhausted
all its honied store. She had a dim idea that it was
her duty to help to fill the cells, but poor Honey-
ball was too apt to prefer pleasure to duty.

“T should like to have nothing to do!” she mur-
mured, little thinking that a listener was near.

“Like to have nothing todo! Is it from a hive-
bee that I hear such words? from one whose labour |
is itself all play!” Honeyball turned to view the
speaker, and beheld, on a sign-post near her, the
most beautiful bee that she had ever seen. Her
body was larger than that of a hive-bee, and her
wings were of a lovely violet colour, like the softest
tint of the rainbow.*

Honeyball felt a little confused by the address, and
a little ashamed of her own speech ; but as all bees

* Naturalists doubt whether the violet-bee is a native of Britain. It is known

that one species of carpenter-bees is to be found in England, but the one described
above probably belongs to foreign lands.

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56 A WONDERFUL BORE.

consider each other as cousins, felt it best to put on
a frank, easy air.

“Why, certainly, flying about upon a morning
’ like this, and making elegant extracts from flowers,
is pleasant enough for atime. -But may I ask, lady-
bee,” continued Honeyball, “if you think as lightly
of working in wax?”

“ Working in wax!” half contemptuously replied
Violetta; “a soft thing which you can bend and twist
any way, and knead into any shape that you choose!
Come and look at my home here, and then ask your-
self if you have any reason to complain of your
work !”

Honeyball looked forward with her two honey-
combed eyes, and upwards and backwards with her
three others, but not the shadow of a hive could she
perceive anywhere. “May I venture to ask where -
you live?” said she at last.

“This way,” cried Violetta, waving her feeler, and
pointing to a little round hole in the post, which
Honeyball had not noticed before. It looked gloomy,
and dark, and strange to the bee; but Violetta, who
took some pride in her mansion, requested Honey-
ball to step in. :

“You cannot doubt my honour,” said she, ob-
serving that the hive-worker hesitated, “or be sus-
picious of a cousin?” Honeyball assured her that
A WONDERFUL BORE. 57

she had never dreamed of such a thing, and entered
the hole in the post.

For about an inch the way sloped gently down-
wards, then suddenly became straight as a well, so
dark and so deep that Honeyball would have never
attempted to reach the bottom had she not feared
to offend her new acquaintance. She had some
hopes that this perpendicular passage might only be
a long entrance, leading to some cheerful hive—but
after having explored to the very end, and having
found nothing but wood to reward her search, she
crept again up the steep narrow way, and with joy
found herself once more in the sunshine.

“What do you think of it?” said Violetta, rather
proudly.

“T—TI do not think that your hive would hold
many bees. Is it perfectly finished, may I in-
quire?”

““No; I have yet to divide it into chambers for my
children, each chamber filled with a mixture of pollen
and honey, and divided from the next by a ceiling
of sawdust. But the boring was finished to-day.”

“You do not mean to say,” exclaimed Honeyball
in surprise, “that that long gallery was ever bored
by bees?”

“Not by bees,” replied Violetta, with a dignified
bow, “but by one bee ;—I bored it all myself.”
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58 A WONDERFUL BORE,

The indolent Honeyball could not conceal her
amazement. ‘Is it possible that you sawed it all
out with your teeth?”

“Every inch of the depth,” Violetta replied.

‘And that you can gather honey and pollen
enough to fill it?”

“T must provide for my children, or they would
starve.”

“And you can make ceilings of such a thing as
sawdust, to divide your home into cells?”

“This is perhaps the hardest part of my task, but
nevertheless this must be done.”

‘Where will you find sawdust for this carpenter’s
work ?”

“See yonder little heap, I have gathered it to-
gether,—those are my cuttings from my tunnel in
the wood.”

“You are without doubt a most wonderful bee!
And you really labour all alone?” ;

‘All alone,” replied Violetta.

Honeyball thought of her own cheerful hive, with
its thousands of workers and divisions of labour, and
waxen cells dropping with golden honey; she
scarcely could believe her own five eyes when she
saw what one persevering insect could do! Her
surprise and her praise pleased the violet-bee, who
took pride in showing every part of her work, de-
A WONDERFUL BORE. ~ 59

scribing her difficulties, and explaining her manner
of working.

“One thing strikes me,” said Honeyball, glancing
down the tunnel; ‘I should not much like to have
the place of your eldest larva, imprisoned down
there in the lowest cell, unable to stir till all her
sisters have eaten their way into daylight.”

Violetta gave what in Bee-land is considered a
smile. “I have thought of that difficulty, and of a
remedy too. I am about to bore a little hole at the
end of my tunnel, to give the young bee a way of
escape from its prison. And now,” added Violetta,
“J will detain you no longer, so much remains to
be done, and time is so precious. You probably
have something to collect for your hive; I am too
much your friend to wish you to be idle.”

Honeyball thanked her new acquaintance and flew
away, somewhat the wiser for her visit; but: feeling
that not. for ten pairs of purple wings would she
change places with the carpenter-bee !
CHAPTER VIII.

A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.




HERE’S the pedlar! Oh-dear! and just-as
mother has gone out!” cried Polly, who,
“on beginning her afternoon business of

8 nurse to the little children, saw, or thought
that she saw, at the end of her lane, a man with a
pack travelling along the high road. ‘There he is!
oh, if I could only stop him, or if any one would
look after the baby whilst I am gone. Minnie
Wingfield! Ah, how stupid I am to forget: that she
is now at the afternoon school! I think that baby
would keep very quiet for five minutes, he cannot
roll out of his cradle; but Johnny, he’d be tumbling
down, or setting the cottage on fire—I cannot leave
him for a minute by himself. Johnny,” said she
suddenly, “I. want to catch the pedlar and see his
pretty things, will you come with me, like a good
little boy ?”
A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 8)

Johnny scrambled to his feet in a moment, to the
full as eager as herself. Polly held his fat little
hand tight within her own, and began running as
fast as she could drag him along. . But the poor
child’s round heavy figure and short steps were
altogether unsuited for anything like a race. Polly
felt him as a dead weight hanging to her arm ; in
vain she pulled, dragged and jerked, now began to
encourage, and now to scold—poor Johnny became
tired, frightened, and out of breath, and at last fairly
tumbled upon his face. .

“Get up—I’m in such a hurry !”—no answer but
a roar, “Stupid child, he'll be gone !”—Johnny
bellowed louder than before. ‘‘ There, [’ll leave you
on the road, you great tiresome boy! you have half
pulled out my arm with dragging you on! Pu
leave you there, and silly Sally may get you.”

Then, without heeding the poor little child’s cries
and entreaties that she would stop, as he lay on the
ground, half suffocated with sobs, Polly Bright, think-
ing only of the prize which her vanity made her so
much desire, hastened after the pedlar.

Silly Sally, who has been twice mentioned in my
tale, was a poor idiot woman, who lived with some
kind neighbours on a common about two miles from
the village. She was perfectly harmless, and there-
fore allowed to go about with freedom wherever she
62 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

chose; but the terrible misfortune, alas! exposed
her to the scorn, and sometimes even persecution, of
wicked children, who made the worst use of the
senses left them, by tormenting one already so much
' afflicted. Poor Sally used to wander about the
lanes—uttering - her unmeaning sound. . Perhaps
even. she had some pleasure in life, when the sun
shone brightly. and the flowers were out, for she
would gather the wild-rose from the bank, or the
scarlet poppies from the field, and weave them into
garlands for her head. Nothing pleased her more
than when she found a long feather to add to her
gaudy wreath; if the poor witless creature had
delight in making herself gay, Polly at least had no
right to laugh at her.

Timid and easily frightened, the idiot felt a ner-
vous terror for schoolboys, for which they had given
her but too much cause. She had been hooted at,
even. pelted with mud, pursued with laughter like
a hunted beast ; twice had Minnie to interfere with
her brother, pleading even with tears for one so
helpless and unhappy. If there be anything more
brutal and hateful than cruelty to a harmless animal,
it is heartless barbarity to a defenceless idiot; to
one who bears our image, is descended from our race,
and whose only crime is the being most unfortunate.
Deal gently, dear children, with the poor senseless


POOR SALLY.



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idiot ; we trust that there is a place in heaven even
for him; the powers denied him in this world may
be granted in the next,.and in a brighter realm, al-
though never here below, he may be found at his
Lord’s feet, clothed and in his right mind !

On hastened the little girl, breathless and panting.
At the place where the roads joined she looked
anxiously up the highway, to see if she had not been
mistaken in her distant view of the traveller. No,
there was the pedlar, pack and all, and no mistake,
but walking more briskly than might have been
expected from his burden and the warmth of the
afternoon ; his pack must have been much lightened
since he first set out with it.

Polly called out, but he either did not hear, or
did not attend; the wind was blowing the dust in
her face, she was tired with her vain attempts to
drag poor Johnny, her shoes were down at heel and
hindered her running; for it by no means follows
that those who wish to be fine care to be tidy also.
But the brooch of false diamonds, the coveted
brooch ! the thought of that urged her on to still
greater efforts; even the remembrance of her swelled
nose was lost in the hope of possessing such a
beautiful ornament! Polly, as she shuffled hastily
along, saw more than one person meet the pedlar ; if
they would but stop him, if only for one minute, to
64 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

give her time to get up with him at last! No one
stopped him—how fast he seemed to walk; Polly’s
face was flushed and heated, her hair hung about
her ears—would that we were as eager and per-
severing in the pursuit of what really is precious,
as the girl was in that of a worthless toy !

At last her gasped-out “Stop!” reached the ear
of the pedlar; he paused and turned round, and in
a few minutes more his pack was opened to the
admiring eyes of Polly. Ah, how she.coveted this
thing and that, how she wished that her six pennies
were shillings instead. A cherry-coloured neckerchief,
a pink silk lace, a large steel pin, and a jewelled ring,
how they took her fancy and made her feel how
difficult it is to decide, when surrounded by many
things alike tempting !

But at last the wonderful brooch of false diamonds
was produced; there was only one left in the pedlar’s
stock, how fortunate did Polly think it that it also
had not been sold—neckerchief, lace, pin, or ring
was nothing compared to this!’ She tried it on,
had some doubts of the strength of the pin, tried in
vain to obtain a lessening of the price; it ended in
the girl’s placing all her pence in the hand of the
pedlar, and carrying home her prize with delight, She
had had her wish, her vanity was gratified, the brooch
was her own, but to possess is not always to enjoy.


POLLY AND THE PEDLAR.


A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 65

Polly returned to her cottage with much slower
steps; she was heated, and tired, and perhaps a
little conscious that she had not been faithful to her
trust. As she came near her home, she quickened
her pace, for to her surprise she heard voices
within, and voices whose tones told of anxiety
and fear. These were the words which struck
her ear, and made her pause. ere she ventured to
enter, —

“What a mercy it is that I returned for the
basket that I had forgotten! if I had not, what
would have become of my poor babe!” exclaimed
Mrs. Bright in much agitation.

“T can’t understand how it happened,” replied
another voice, which Polly knew to be that of Mrs.
Wingfield.

“You may well say that,” said the mother;
Polly could hear that she was rocking her chair
‘backwards and forwards, as she sometimes did when
hushing the sick child to sleep. “I left Polly in
charge of the children, I came back to find her gone,
and my poor, poor baby in a fit.”

Polly turned cold, and trembled so that she could
hardly stand.

“Ts there no one who could go for a doctor?”
continued the agitated mother; “another fit may
come on—I would give the world to see him!”
66 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES,

“T am so feeble,” replied Mrs. Wingfield, “ that I
am afraid—”

“Take the baby, then, and I'll go ayselt; not a
moment is to be lost.”

‘No, no; there’s my boy Tom,” ened Mrs, Wing-
field, as she saw her son run hastily into her little
cottage, which was just opposite to Mrs. Bright’s,

“Oh, send him, in mercy send him!” cried the
mother; and her neighbour instantly crossed over
to fulfil her wishes, passing Polly as she did so, and
looking at her with mingled surprise and scorn,
though in too much haste to address her.

“My boy, my own darling!” murmured the
anxious mother, pressing her sick child to her
bosom, “what will your father say when he hears
of this?” Except her low sad voice, the cottage
was so still that the very silence was terrible to
Polly ; it would have been a relief to have heard
the feeble fretful wail which had made her feel
impatient so often !

With pale anxious face and noiseless step, dread-
ing to meet her mother’s eye, the unhappy girl stole
into the cottage. There sat Mrs. Bright, her bonnet
thrown back from her head, her hair hanging loose,
her gaze fixed upon the child in her arms ; whilst
the poor little babe, with livid waxen features and
half closed eyes, lay so quiet, and looked so
























OLLY IN DISGRACE


A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 67

terribly ill, that but for his hard breathing his sister
would have feared that his life had indeed passed
away. .

Mrs. Bright raised her head as Polly entered, and
regarded her with a look whose expression of deep
grief was even more terrible than anger. She asked no
question ; perhaps the misery in which she saw the
poor girl made her unwilling to add to her suffering
by reproach, or perhaps, and this was Polly's own
bitter thought, she considered her unworthy of a
word. Whatever was the cause, no conversation
passed between them, except a few short. directions
from the mother about things connected with the
comfort of the baby, as poor Polly, with an almost
bursting heart, tried to do anything and everything
for him. .

In the meantime Tom had gone for the doctor,
though with an unwillingness and desire to delay
which had made his mother both surprised and
indignant.

' “He should go by the fields,” he said, though he
well knew that to be the longest way ; and he would
have done so, had not Mrs. Wingfield roused herself
to such anger, that even her rude and undutiful son
did not dare to disobey her.

The doctor came in about an hour, Tom having
happily found him at home, and, with an anxiety
68 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

which those who have attended beloved ones in the
hour of sickness only can tell, Mrs. Bright and Polly
listened for his opinion of the case. The doctor
examined the child, and asked questions concerning
his illness: ‘How long had the fit lasted?” There
was a most painful pause. Mrs. Bright looked at
her daughter. Polly could not utter a word; it
was not till the question was repeated that the dis-
tressing reply, ‘“‘ No one knows,” was given.

“Was the child long ailing?”

“ How was he when you left him?” said Mrs,
Bright to the miserable Polly.

‘Very well—that’s to say—I don’t Sate ;
was—I think—”

“There has been gross negligence here,” said the
doctor sternly; ‘gross negligence,” he repeated,
“and it may cost the child his life.”

Polly could only clasp her hands in anguish, but
the mother exclaimed, ‘Oh, sir, is there no hope
for my boy ?”

“While there is life there is- hope,” replied the
doctor in a more kindly tone; ‘‘he must be bled at
once. Have you a basin here?” he added, taking a -
small instrument-case from his pocket.

Polly was at all times timid and nervous, and
quite unaccustomed to self-command, and now, when
she would have given worlds to have been useful,
A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 63

her hand shook so violently, her feelings so over-
came her, that there was no chance of her doing
anything but harm.

“Give the basin to me, dear,” said a gentle voice
behind her; Minnie Wingfield had just entered the
cottage. ‘You look so ill, you must not be pre-
sent ; go up-stairs, Polly, I will help your mother.”

“Oh! what shall I do?” cried the miserable girl,
wringing her hands.

“Go and pray,” whispered Minnie as she glided
from her side, and Polly, trembling and weeping,
slowly went up the narrow wooden staircase, and
entering her little chamber, sank down upon her
knees.

“Oh! spare him, only spare him, my darling
little brother!” she could at first utter no other
words. She had never loved the baby as she did
now, when she feared that she might be about to
lose him, and bitterly she lamented her own im-
patient temper that had made her weary of the
duty of tending him. Oh, that we would so act
towards our relations, that if death should remove
any one from our home, our grief should not. be
embittered by the thought, “I was no comfort or
blessing to him while he was here, and now the
opportunity of being so is gone for ever!”

But the most terrible thought to Polly was, that
70 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

the baby’s danger might be partly owing to her
neglect ; should he die—should the little darling be
taken away, could her mother ever forgive her? As
Polly sobbed in an agony of grief, something fell
from her bosom upon the floor; she started at the
sight of her forgotten brooch, that which she had
coveted so much—that which had cost her so dear.
Snatching it up, and springing to her feet, with a
sudden impulse she ran to the window and flung it
far out into the lane. Then once more falling on
her knees, again she prayed, but more calmly, and
she implored not only that the baby might live, but
that her own weak vain heart might be cleansed,
that she might henceforth live not only for her-
self, but do her duty as a faithful servant of God.
She rose somewhat comforted, and creeping down-
stairs, listened ere she ventured to enter the little
parlour.

“T hope that he may do well now—f shall send
something for him to-night—keep him quiet—I
shall call here to-morrow.” These were the doctor's
parting words, and they were a great relief to Polly.
She came in softly, and bent down by the baby,
now laid again in his little cradle, and looking white
as the sheet that was over him; she would have
kissed his thin pale face, but she feared to disturb
the poor child. Her heart was full of mingled sor-
A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENOES. 71

row and love, she felt as though she could never
bear to leave him again.

“Thank you, Minnie, my girl,” said Mrs. Bright

earnestly, “you have been a real comfort to me in
my time of need. Your mother is a happy woman
to have such a child.”

“Can I do anything else for you now?” said
Minnie; “if you would allow me to sit up instead
of you to-night ?”

“No, no; I could not close an eye. But I should
be glad if you would bring Johnny home, my dear ;
it is near his bed-time, and I do not think that he
will disturb the baby.”

“J will bring him with pleasure; where is he?”
said Minnie.

“Where is he!” repeated Mrs. Bright; ‘‘is he
not at your home?”

“No; he has not been there all day.” Polly
started as if she had been stabbed.

“Then where is he?” cried Mrs. Bright, looking
anxiously round; “is he up-stairs, Polly?” The
miserable girl shook her head. Her fears for the
baby had made her quite forget her little brother,
and it now flashed across her mind that she had not
passed him in the lane, when she had retraced her
steps to the cottage. Where could he have gone,
where could he be now?
72 A CHASE, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES,

Mrs. Bright had endured much, but her cup |
seemed now to overflow; she walked close up to
Polly, laid a heavy grasp upon her shoulder, and
said in a tone which the girl remembered to her
dying day, “When was your brother last with
you?”

“About two hours ago, just before you returned
home,” faltered Polly.

“And where did you leave him?”

“Tn the lane, near the high-road.”

‘Go and find him,” said the mother, between her
clenched teeth, “or never let me set eyes on you
again !”

Polly rushed out of the cottage, and began her
anxious search, up and down the lane, by the hedge,
in the ditch, along the road, asking every person
that she met, and from every one receiving the same
disheartening answer. No one had seen the boy, no
one could think what had become of him, he was
too young to have wandered far; had he ran to-
wards the road, he must have been met by Polly—
if the other way, he must have been seen by his
mother; he could not haye got over the hedge,
there was no possibility of his having lost his way.
Many neighbours joined in the search, many pitied
the unhappy mother, but she was less to be pitied
than Polly.
CHAPTER IX.

PRISONS AND PRISONERS.




SPE will now return to our little friend
’ Honeyball, whom we left flying from
the curious dwelling of the carpenter-
bee. We will follow her as she lazily
proceeded along the lane in which were
situated the cottages of Mrs. Wingfield and Mrs.
Bright, the sweet flowers in the garden of the
former rendering it-a favourite resort for bees. This
was not long after noon, and therefore a few hours
before all the troubles related in the last chapter
had occurred, while Polly and her two little charges
were yet safe in their own comfortable cottage.
Honeyball looked at Spinaway busily mending
her net, torn by the adventure of Sipsyrup, and
laughed as she thought of the folly of her com-
panion. Honeyball was not vain enough to be en-
ticed by sugared words, her dangers arose from quite
74 PRISONS AND PRISONERS.

another source—her greediness and great self-indul- —
gence. Her eye was now attracted by a little
bottle hung up by the porch, not far from the
rose-bush ; it had been placed there by Tom to catch
wasps ; perhaps he had hoped to entrap some others
of the winged tribes, for he had just taken a fancy
to make a collection of insects, and woe unto any _
small creature that might fall into his merciless
hands !

Honeyball alighted on the bottle, then fluttered
to the top, allured by the sugary scent. The brim
was sticky ; she unsheathed her long bright tongue,
tasted, approved, and then sipped again. At this
moment she heard a buzz near her, and looking up
with her back eyes, perceived her friend Silverwing.

“Do come from that huge bright hard cell!” cried
the bee; “I am sure that it never was formed by
any of our tribe, and I do not believe that it holds
honey.”

“Tt holds something very good, and in such
abundance too!” replied Honeyball; “a thousand
honeysuckles would not contain so much!”

“There is danger, I am certain that there is
!” eried Silverwing. “ What if it should have
been placed there on purpose to catch us?”

“You think me as foolish as Sipsyrup!”

“No, not foolish, but—”

danger
PRISONS AND PRISONERS. 76

“Too fond of good living, and too lazy to like
trouble in procuring it. Well, I daresay that you
are right, Silverwing; I believe that, as you say,
_there may be danger.”

“Then why not come away?” persisted the bee.

“Because the taste is so good!” said her com:
panion, bending over the rim—the next moment she
was struggling in the syrup!

Ah, Honeyball! weak, foolish insect! In vain

do you struggle, in vain do you buzz, in vain your
grieved friend flutters against the glass—you have
sacrificed yourself for a little indulgence, like thou-
sands who look at the tempting glass, know their
danger, yet will not abstain ! .
_ As Silverwing on the outside of the bottle was
uttering her hum of pity and regret, suddenly a
handkerchief was thrown over her, and the loud
rough voice of Tom was heard.

“Rather a paltry beginning to my collection, a
wretched hive-bee! But I caught it so cleverly,
without its being crushed, or spoiled by the syrup;
and I will keep it till I get that stuff which Ben
told me of, which kills insects without hurting their
beauty !”

Poor unhappy Silverwing! she was indeed in a
terrible position; she had not even power to use
her sting in self-defence, for to plunge it into the
76 PRISONS AND PRISONERS,

handkerchief would have been useless indeed, and
she felt all that a bee might be expected to feel, in
the power of its most cruel foe. Tom carried her
into the cottage, and carefully unclosing the hand-
kerchief, after he had mounted upon a chair to reach
the shelf easily, he shook his poor prisoner into
his own mug, and tied some paper firmly over the
top. |

Silverwing flew round and round, buzzing in
terror; she only hurt her wings against the sides.
Then she crawled over the paper which formed the
ceiling of her prison, but no hole for escape could
she find. It was clear that she was now shut out
from. all hope, condemned perhaps to some lingering
death ; while her companions were flying about,
busy and happy, she was to pine, a lonely prisoner,
here! At first her feelings were those of despair ;
then quietly, though sadly, she made up her mind
to submit to her cruel fate. She no longer fluttered
about restlessly, but settling at the bottom of
the mug, in patience awaited the return of her tor-
mentor.

Hours passed before Tom came back; there had
been other voices in the cottage, but no one had
touched the place of Silverwing’s imprisonment.
Mrs. Wingfield had been called out hastily by her
neighbour Mrs. Bright, on the discovery of the ill-
PRISONS AND PRISONERS, 7

ness of the baby; and as Minnie had not then re-
turned from school, the cottage was left quite
empty. Presently there was a rapid step, then the
sound of some one jumping up on the chair; Silver-
wing felt the mug moved, then the paper raised—
she was ready to make a last effort to escape
through the opening, but her little tyrant took good
care to give no time for that; he only shook in
another victim, and then shut down the paper
quickly, and placed a book on the top.
Silverwing paid no attention to what was passing
in the cottage round her, though I may as well re-
mind the reader of what passed in the last chapter
—how Tom had scarcely got. down from the chair
before his mother came in and ordered him to go
off in haste for the doctor, as Mrs. Bright’s baby
was very ill indeed; how Tom hesitated and said
that he would go by the fields, and then was sent
off direct by his mother in much displeasure. - To
all this, as I said, Silverwing paid no attention; her
little world was contained in the mug, and all her
interest was aroused by her fellow-prisoner. Poor
Violetta, with her fine purple wings, was the prey _
of the collector of insects! He had not cared to
explore her curious home, to learn her customs and
ways, or admire her instinct; he only wished to
have the dead body of an insect that he thought
78 PRISONS AND PRISONERS.

curious, and had no scruple about destroying it to
gratify this wish.

Violetta was not so patient as poor Silverwing
had been. She dashed herself against the mug; in
passionate distress, she would listen to no words of
comfort! Then she vainly tried to exercise her
wonderful powers of gnawing; from a wooden box
she perhaps might have worked her way to freedom,
but the hard slippery crockery resisted her utmost
efforts, her poor little teeth could not even make an
impression! Exhausted at last, she remained quite
still, and Silverwing, forgetful of her own distress,
began to attempt to soothe her companion.

Thus they remained till the evening without food,
almost without hope; Mrs. Wingfield had gone to
attempt to comfort her neighbour, nearly: wild at
the loss of her Johnny; and now Minnie and Tom
both entered the cottage together. Their conversa-
tion had no interest for the bees in their mug; but
as it is possible that it may have some for my reader,
I shall proceed to give some account of it in the
following chapter.
CHAPTER X.

A CONFESSION.



pH, Tom,” said Minnie, ‘‘is not this a terrible
\ misfortune that has happened to poor
" Mrs, Bright?”

Tom gave a sort of grunt of assent.

“And the baby so ill! Mother doubts
that he will live over the night! JI am glad that
you found the doctor so soon. But what can have
become of dear little Johnny? The Barnes and
the Smiths have been all on the search; they say
that if the wind had not been blowing the dust so
much along the lane, the little fellow might have
been tracked by his footsteps. No one can imagine
where he can have gone, he is so very young, so
unable to wander far! Poor Polly, I am so sorry
for her!”

“T wish that you would not be talking for ever
about Johnny!” exclaimed Tom in a petulant tone.
80 A CONFESSION,

“How can one think or talk of anything else?”
replied Minnie sadly; ‘“‘I did so love that noble
boy!”

“Have done with it!” cried her brother, more
angrily than before.

Minnie looked at him with pain, and then said
in a low tone, “I thought that you had even joined
in the search.” :

“T have joined; I would give anything to find
him!” exclaimed Tom, striking his hand on the
table as he spoke, with such passionate energy that
he almost startled his sister.

“Did you see nothing of the dear child,” said
Minnie, as a thought suddenly occurred to her,
““when you came to our cottage, just before you
went for the doctor, you know?”

“Didn't I tell you that I wanted to hear no
more about. the matter,” cried Tom, his whole face

becoming the colour of crimson.

Minnie’s eyes were fixed upon him, steadily,
earnestly; rude, bold boy as he was, he shrank
from her piercing gaze. Going nearer to her
brother, and speaking very distinctly, but in a
voice hardly above a whisper, she said, ‘I believe
that you know more about Johnny than you will
tell.”

“Believe what you like, and let me alone.”
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“Tom, I implore you, hide nothing from us,
Oh, think of the misery of the poor broken-hearted
mother!” and she laid her hand upon his arm.

“Speak another word, and I'll strike you!” cried
Tom, roughly shaking her off.

“Strike me if you will, but I must speak. Where
‘did you see that child last?”

“You can get nothing out of me,” growled Tom.

“Then I must call those who can,” said Minnie
firmly, turning round as if to quit the cottage.
“This is a matter of life or death!” She looked
pale, but very determined.

“Whom are you going to call?” said Tom, his
manner betraying some fear.

“My mother—if necessary, the clergyman—or—
the magistrate!” Tom caught her by the arm as
he exclaimed, “Stop, Minnie—oh, stop—you shall
hear all and judge! I don’t know where the boy
is—I would give my right hand that I did; it is
true that I saw him last, and I have searched all
the place again and again. You would not betray
me, you would not, Minnie! you might ruin me,
but could not help Johnny! Sit down here, and
listen to me quietly, and you shall know everything
that has happened !”

Minnie sat down beside him, her heart beating

fast. He gave her a short but true account of what
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82 A CONFESSION.

had passed, omitting, however, some little particu-
lars which we shall relate more at length.

You will remember that we left poor Johnny
crying in the lane, vainly trying to call back his
sister, as she hurried in pursuit of the pedlar.
When the child found his terrors unheeded, his loud
roar gradually sank into a low broken sob, he
scrambled to his feet, rubbed his plump dusty hand
across bis eyes to brush away the tears, and began
to think of trotting back to the cottage.

Just as the little fellow was commencing his
journey, he heard a voice call him from the other
side of the hedge which bordered the narrow lane.
At first, fancying that it might be silly Sally, with .
whom he had been threatened, Johnny was inclined
to run the faster for the call; but he soon knew
Tom, when he saw him clambering over and holding
something in his hand.

“Here’s something for you, my jolly little man,”
cried Tom, who amused himself sometimes by play-
ing with, but more often by teasing, his little rosy-
cheeked neighbour.

“What got?” asked the child, as Tom jumped
down beside him. Johnny was always sparing of
his words.

“A nest of little birds that was swinging on a bough;
I knocked off tho nest, and down came the birds!”
A CONFESSION, 83

“ All dead!” said Johnny, sadly.

“Why, yes; you see they had some way to fall ;
the little things broke their necks, so there was an
end of them.”

“Poor ’ittle birds, knocked off tree!” said the
pitying child. Tom was provoked at seeing the pity.

“ What a silly little goose you are, Johnny, It
was fine fun to set nest and all a-flying, and finish
the whole family at once!”

But whatever might be the opinion of Tom, the
plump little cottager kept to his own, and only
more sadly repeated the words, “Poor ’ittle birds,
knocked off tree!”

“Oh, if you've such a fancy for swinging on a
tree, we'll have you up directly, and make an ‘’ittle
bird of you!’” and laughing at the struggles and
entreaties of the child, Tom suddenly lifted him
over the hedge, and followed him into the field,
flinging the wretched dead birds into a ditch.

In vain Johnny kicked, and pushed, and roared ;
Tom was a remarkably tall and strong boy, and
catching the poor child up in his arms, he ran with
him across the field. There was another hedge at
the opposite side, which Tom passed as easily as he
had done the first, and they now found themselves
at the edge of a wood, thickly filled with trees of
various sizes.
84 A CONFESSION,

It was a delight to Tom to cause terror and
alarm ; no feeling of pity with him ever cut short a
joke. In a few moments poor Johnny was perched
upon a branch, clinging and roaring with all his
might,

“There, ‘’ittle bird,’ I hope that you like your
bough ! shall I shake it an ’ittle, just to give you a
nice ‘swing? Hold tight, mind you don’t fall, or
youll break your fat neck as the ’itfle birds did!”
Then he began to sing :—

“‘Hushaby, baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down comes poor baby, cradle and all!”

How long Tom might haye gone on tormenting
the child no one can tell, if suddenly he had not
been struck by the appearance of a curious bee,
which had alighted for a moment upon a wild-flower
near.

“Oh, what a splendid bee!” he cried, leaving hold
of the branch to which Johnny still clung. “Sit .
you there till I catch it—isn’t it a beauty !—I never
saw such fine purple wings!”

My reader has probably guessed that it was poor
Violetta whose fatal beauty had attracted his eye.
Johnny and his terrors all were forgotten, while
Tom rushed forward in eager pursuit ; the frightened


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child stopping his crying to watch the chase, which.
ended in Tom’s securing his prize in his handker-
chief.

Impatient to carry it at once to a safe place,
afraid of its either escaping or being crushed in his
hold, Tom, whose cottage was so near that he could
reach it in a few minutes, sprang over the hedge,
and ran fast across the field) Thus Johnny was
left in a position of some péril; not knowing how
iong the boy’s absence might be, he shouted as
loudly and as vainly after Tom as he before had
done after his sister.

“ And did you not return soon?” cried Minnie,
as Tom reached this part of his story.

“How could 1? Mother sent me off directly for
the doctor.”

- Oh, why, why did you not tell her?”

“« Very likely, indeed, that I should tell her that
I had left little Johnny sticking in a tree? I could
only hope that he would stick there until I could
get back. IJ returned at full speed from the doctor’s,
I can assure you, but when I reached the wood not
a trace of the little fellow could I find.”

“Oh, Tom!” exclaimed Minnie, with a look of
horror, ‘‘such a terrible thought has struck me!”

“T daresay that it has struck me before,” gloomily
replied her brother
86 : A CONFESSION.

“Was it, oh, was it far from the well?”

“Tf he’s there,” said Tom in a hollow voice, “he’s
dead long before now.”

“Did you search there ?”

“T looked down, and saw nothing.”

“Looked down! Oh, Tom, this is worse than
mockery! If the waters were above him—it is so
deep—so dark !—”

“What is to be done?” exclaimed the boy.

“Some one must go down in the bucket. Oh,
there is not a moment to be lost!” Minnie would
have rushed from the cottage, but her brother held
her fast.

“There is no use in rousing the village now!”
he cried; “do you mean to ruin, to destroy me.
Minnie, if you betray me—if it is found that the
child is drowned—people will say that—that,’’—and
his look of terror told a great deal more than his
words.

“But you never threw him in; it was only foolish
play.”

‘Who can prove that? Oh, Minnie, would you
bring me to a jail, or perhaps to worse?”

“Then let us go ourselves!” exclaimed the little
girl, divided between anxiety for her brother and
fears for the lost child. “I must either go or send,
and if there is danger to you— ”
A CONFESSION. 87

“We. will go—do anything, only in pity be
silent! Minnie, Minnie, you cannot tell how miser-
able I am!”

Without pausing another moment, both ran out
of the cottage, only fearful lest they should be seen
and detained; Tom helped Minnie over the low
hedge, but she hardly needed help, so eager was she
to reach the well. The rose-tint of sunset had now
given place to evening’s gray, the dew was falling,
dark clouds gathered over the sky; but heeding
nothing, pausing for nothing, the Wingfields pressed
on, and were soon standing by the side of the well
CHAPTER XI.

A SUDDEN FALL.



HAT has become of these two children of
mine?” said Mrs. Wingfield fretfully, as
on her return from her neighbour’s she
found the cottage empty. “I’m sure,
such a day of bustle as I have had—
scarce out of one trouble before I am into another!
Well, poor Mrs, Bright is still worse off, that is one
thing—I am glad that the baby has at last dropped
asleep !”

It grew darker and darker; Mrs. Wingfield became
uneasy. She stirred the fire, filled the kettle, then
with a long weary sigh sat down to rest—she missed
Minnie and her quiet attentions,

“I suppose that they are still out searching for
little Johnny. I fear that there will be rain—I
wish that they were back!” Mrs, Wingfield fancied
that she heard a low knock at the door.
A SUDDEN FALL. 89

‘Come in,” she said, but no one entered, Mrs
Wingfield drew her chair nearer to the fire, leaned
her head upon her hand, and wished that Tom and
Minnie would not stay out so late.

Again the same low knock—-she called out louder,
“Come in,” and the faint light which came through
the doorway was darkened by a figure which seemed
to linger, as if in fear, on the threshold. Then the
voice of poor Polly was heard, “Ob, Mrs. Wingfield,
can you tell me how baby is?”

“What! Polly, is that you? Come in, my poor
child—all cold and wet with the dew! Why don't
you go home?”

“J dare not,” said Polly, bursting into tears,
“mother forbade me till Johnny is found. Oh, tell
me how baby is; is he better? will he live? ” she
could hardly speak through her sobs.

“Yes, he is better; that is to say, he is asleep.”

“Not dead!” exclaimed Polly, alarmed at the
word.

“Dead! no, child—why, how you tremble! Come
to the fire, I'll get you a little tea and toast.”

“T could not eat—it would choke me! Oh, that
I had never left the children—that I had done my
duty as Minnie would have done! She—she has
been a comfort in her home—but I—”

“Come, come,” said:’Mrs, Wingfield in a soothing
90 A SUDDEN FALL.

tone, “don’t go breaking your heart in this way; all
may come right at last. Would not you like to see
the baby ?”

“Oh, if I might only sit up with him all night!
But I may not return without Johnny.”

“Your mother never meant that: come, I’ll take
you to her myself; when she sees how you feel all
this, I am sure that she will forgive you.”

Mrs. Wingfield was a kind-hearted woman, and
taking Polly’s trembling hand within her own, she
crossed over the lane to Mrs. Bright’s, Polly shrank
back as they reached the door.

“Oh, say, do you bring me news of my child?”
cried the poor anxious woman from within.

“Not of Johnny, yet still of your child, There
is one here who is afraid to come in; poor thing, she
has almost cried herself to death.”

“Polly,” murmured the mother, and stretched
out her arms; in another moment the poor girl was
sobbing upon her bosom.

Amidst the troubles of our human friends we
must not quite forget those of our little winged
ones. The frightened hungry bees, confined in
their small prison, passed the long hours in most
uncomfortable plight.

“What a bitter thing it is,” cried Violetta, sink-
ing exhausted after a last effort to gnaw through
A SUDDEN FALL, 91

the unyielding crockery, ‘to think of all the joy
and happiness left in the world, from which we are
shut out for ever! ‘To-morrow the lark will be
rising on high, the butterfly flitting over the daisied
meadow, your comrades feasting in the dewy
flowers, all Nature one hum of life.”

“I am glad that they can enjoy still; there is
some comfort in that,” said Silverwing.

“That is a feeling which I cannot understand,”
observed Violetta. “It is strange that the very same
thought should give pain to me and pleasure to you!”

Violetta had had no great experience of life, or
she would have known that such is often the case.
Living by herself as a solitary insect, she had never
heard one of the mottoes of Bee-land: From the
blossom of a comrade’s success one draws the poison
of envy, another the honey of delight.

The village church clock had struck the hour of
nine; it was seldom that its sound could be heard
in the cottage of Mrs. Wingfield, but now the place
was so still that the breeze bore it distinctly to her
listening ear. Weary she lay on her bed, unwill-
ing to sleep till her children should return. The
rain was beginning to fall without; the heavy
clouds bending towards earth, made the night much
darker than is usual insummer. Presently a sound
was heard at the door.
92 A SUDDEN FALL

“Minnie, is that you?” cried the mother.

“Tt is Polly,” answered a mournful voice, as the
little girl entered the cottage.

“Is the baby worse?” asked Mrs. Wingfield.

~“T hope not; but mother is in such a state about
Johnny! If it were not for baby, she would be
wandering all night in the rain. I come to ask if
you could kindly give her a little hartshorn ; I know
that that is what you take when you are poorly.”

“You are heartily welcome to what I have,”
replied the cottager. “I daresay that you can find
it yourself; I need not rise. Snuff the long wick
of the candle, and there—don’t put it in the draught
—mind you don’t snuff it out—why, how your poor
fingers tremble !”

How changed was Polly since the morning’s sun
had risen! Her cheeks pale and haggard, her eyes
swollen with weeping, her dress hanging damp around
her chill form—who would have guessed that she’
ever could have been the gayest girl in the village.

“You will find the bottle on the shelf; you can
reach it with a chair,” continued Mrs. Wingfield,
raising herself on one arm to watch the proceedings
of the girl ‘There, do you not see, just behind
that.mug! Why, what have you. done?” she cried,
in a tone of impatience, as something came crashing
upon the floor.
A SUDDEN FALL, 93

What had she done indeed. She had thrown
down Tom’s mug, and set two little prisoners free.
Yes, they were free—tfree as the air which they now
joyously beat with their little wings. Uttering a
loud hum of delight, they flew round the cottage,
darted to the door, then drew back, afraidsof the
damp, and at last both settled sociably under the
table, to enjoy together a nice crumb of sugar that
Tom had dropped on the floor.

Oh, if liberty be so sweet, so precious to all, who
would deprive even an insect of its birthright. Let
them spread the free wing, unconfined and happy,
and let us find our pleasure rather in seeing them
in the position for which Providence formed and
designed them, than in keeping them as captives,
_ the slaves to our will, deprived of their life’s dearest

blessing.
CHAPTER XII.

AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY...





\/PINNIE and her brother stood at the brink
of the well, and gazed with straining
ee. eyes into its depths,
5 “Which of us should go down 2?” said
Minnie. oe

“You need not have asked such a
question ; you know that you are not strong enough
to draw me up; and I doubt,’ added Tom, passing |
his hand along the rope—‘“I doubt that this is
strong enough to bear me.”

Minnie drew one step backwards. “If it
should break with me,” she murmured.

“You should have thought of that before,” was
Tom’s only reply.

“Tom, at all risks I must go; I could not sleep
to-night with this horrible doubt on my mind, and
you will not let me call others to help. I trust
AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY, 95

that the Almighty will take care of me, for my only

hope is in him. Help me to get into the bucket,

and, oh! be very careful, dear Tom. You do not
know how much frightened I am.”

“Hold the rope firmly,” said her brother; ‘and
here, take this long stick to feel about in the water
when you are down.” ‘Tom was extremely anxious
to have his own mind relieved, or, heartless as he
was, he could hardly have consented to let his young
sister run this risk, But there was nothing that
the selfish boy dreaded so much as that his share
in Johnny’s wanderings should be known, if his
fearful suspicion were true, and the poor child had
indeed perished through his folly.

Minnie shook with terror as the bucket began to
descend; every moment she fancied the rope
giving way, and that she should be plunged into

_the water below. The strange damp smell, the dim
light, the peculiar sound of her own voice in that
hollow confined place—all added to her feeling of
fear. ;

“Stop, Tom,” she cried, as the bucket touched

the water. Tom looked down, and could perceive

some one below; but, all indistinct and dim, he

could not have recognized that it was his sister.
“Can you find anything?” he whispered, kneel-

ing down, after fixing the wheel, and leaning over
(238) 8
96 AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY.

with his hands resting on the brink. He heard a
little splashing in the water, and waited for the
answer of Minnie with great anxiety. ‘Can you
find anything there?” he repeated.

“No,” Qh, the relief ae By that one little
word !

“Have you searched well 2” said Tom “ have
you searched to. the bottom ?”

“Quite to the bottom. There is nothing but
water, Heaven be praised,” said the hollow voice
from below. ‘Now draw me up again, but softly,
very softly. Oh, how thankful I spall be if I ever
reach the top!” ©

There was not another word spoken by either
brother ‘or sister, while ‘Tom, with painful ‘exertions
turned the handle of the wheel, and first Minnie’s
clinging hands, and then her frightened face, ap-
peared above the level of the well.

Tom helped her to the side, which she 6 could not
have reached by herself, and then falling on her
knees, the poor little girl returned her fervent thanks
to Heaven, at once for Johnny’s deliverance from
the well and her own.

“Now let us return,” said Tom; “there is no
use in remaining here, It is growing quite dark,
and beginning to rain—we can continue our search
in the morning.” -
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AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY. 97

“But if poor little Johnny should be somewhere
in this wood, only think what he would suffer left
out all night; it would kill him with fright, if not
with the weather. Remember, Tom, that no one
else is likely to have looked for him here—a place
which he could never have reached by himself.”

Tom muttered something between his teeth, which,
perhaps, it was as well that Minnie did not hear;
but he certainly looked around him more carefully.

Minnie had wandered ‘a few steps from her
' brother, and was slowly walking round the green
sward surrounding the well—a clear space which
was almost enclosed by the wood, only open on the
side by which they had approached it, and from
which two dark narrow paths, scarce wide enough ©
to permit two persons to pass each other, led into
the depths of the forest. On a sudden she stopped,
stooped down, then eagerly cried out, “Oh, look
what I have here! He must be near! he must be
near!” Tom hastened to the spot, and beheld in
Minnie’s hand a little dusty shoe, with its strap and
round black button, which both felt certain had
belonged to the lost child.

“Well, he could not walk far without his shoe,”
observed Tom. ‘‘I daresay that he is near enough
to hear me. Halloa, Johnny!” he shouted, “halloa!”
There was no reply but the echo,
98 AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY.

“He must have gone down one of those little
paths,” said Minnie; “we had better search one of
them at once.”

“ Better search both of them, as there are two of
us,” said Tom; “if we took but one, we should be
sure to choose the wrong one.”

Poor Minnie gave a woful look at the dark
walks. However tempting they might have looked
when nuts were on the boughs, and the sunbeams
struggled through their green shade, to the eye of ©
the little girl they looked anything but tempting
now, when approaching night was wrapping them
in deepest gloom.

“Why, you are not afraid !” cried Tom, with his
‘ yude coarse laugh; for now that he was relieved
from his fear that the child was actually dead, the
thought of what he might be suffering weighed
little upon his mind.

“Tf it be right for me to go alone, I will go,”
faltered Minnie, “whether I am afraid or not. e

Tom laughed again; but he had little cause to
laugh at words that expressed more true courage
than all the idle vaunts that he had ever uttered.
He might have remembered that his sister had just
ventured upon what an older and wiser companion
than himself would never have suffered her to have
attempted. But having no fear of a night walk in
AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY. 98

a lonely wood himself, he now, as was ever the case
with him, had no consideration for the feelings of
another.

he brother and sister parted in the darkness
and rain. Minnie, trembling, half with fear and
half with cold, went cautiously along the gloomy
way. Every few steps she paused, and softly called,
“Johnny!” but her listening ear caught no sound
but the pattering of the rain. Many, many times
she stopped, and almost resolved to go back, when
the thought of her little rosy-cheeked friend, out in
the darkness and rain, frightened, cold, and wet,
encouraged her to pursue her journey. For more
than an hour the young girl wandered on, when at
last the wood came to an end, and she found herself
alone on a dark wide heath, dotted over here and -
‘there by furze bushes. ;

- “Johnny!” once more she cried, almost in
despair, a sickening feeling of disappointment coming
over her heart. Weary and sad, she could have sat
down and cried. She saw, a little on her left hand,
one lonely light, which appeared to proceed from
some cottage. Here, at least, she might beg for
shelter, and towards it she slowly walked. The
light shone steady and bright from a little window,
and before she ventured to knock at the door,
Minnie Wingfield cautiously peeped in.
100 AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY. —

An aged man sat with his back to the window,
and a large book open on the table before him, the
very sight of which gave hope and confidence to
Minnie. His wife, in her arm-chair, was listen-
ing opposite—a mild, calm expression on her vene-
rable face; and in the corner crouched poor silly
Sally, her brow no longer bound with her chaplet
of wild-flowers ; she had wreathed it round the lost
Johnny, whom, with a delight which repaid all her
fears, Minnie beheld slumbering in the arms of the
idiot.

It was this poor helpless ‘creature who had found
the little boy clinging in terror to the bough. There
was still a woman’s instinct left in her breast, an
instinct of tenderness towards a child. Terrified at

‘first to behold the dreaded Sally, it was only the
necessity of his case that made poor Johnny suffer
her to touch him; but kindness soon finds its way
to the heart. She fondled him, stroked his curly
locks, decked him out with her favourite flowers,
and then carried him away, through the still green-
wood, to her own little home on the common, pleased
as a child that has found a new toy. Strange that
the life which had been endangered by the thought-
lessness of a companion should be guarded by the
tenderness of one bereft of reason.

Minnie Wingfield soon entered the cottage, and
AN UNPLEASANT JOURNEY.. 101

was received with Christian hospitality. She was
placed by the fire, her dress dried, and food placed
before her; and her mind was relieved by hearing
that a messenger had been sent to her village to
bear tidings to Mrs. Bright that her Johnny was
safe and under shelter. What a joyful end to all
Minnie’s anxieties ; how sweet the reward of all the
painful efforts that she had made!
CHAPTER XIII.

WINGS AND STINGS.



2° is now time that I should draw my tale to
a close; but as my reader may like to
know what became of the little people,
with wings and without wings, that we
have followed through this story, I shall
give a few more pages to an account of their fate.

The first sunbeam which shone the next morning
upon the hive, glittered on Silverwing, as with joy-
ous speed she hastened back to her home. She con-
tinued there her busy and her happy life, finding
sweetness everywhere, honey in each flower, and
cheering the less joyous existence of Sipsyrup, whose
wing never quite recovered its power. As the
injured bee was unable to fly out with the next
swarm, her friend remained behind to bear her
company: they passed the summer days in active
employ and the winter in plenty and repose.
WINGS AND STINGS. 103

T have a less pleasing account to give of Waxy-
will, who was certainly a most wayward bee. She
chose to go out honey-seeking one day, when
required for work in the hive ; she resolved, contrary
to orders, to visit the dwelling of a humble-bee, and
because she knew that her cousins of that race live
underground, against the warnings of her companions
she entered a little hole in a bank, and found her-
self in the midst of a nest of wasps! Her melan-
_ choly fate may easily be imagined ; she died beneath
the stings of her enemies.

But perhaps you are more desirous to hear
what befell our heroes and heroines of the human
race.

Let my reader then fancy himself again beneath
the little porch which adorns the front of Mrs.
Wingfield’s cottage. It is now later in the year, the —
finest flowers in the garden have faded, one or two
sunflowers and a few dahlias look gay still; but the
fresh feel of the morning air, the white tinge on the
grass, and ‘the heavy dew which has strung Spin-
away’s web with numberless tiny beads, show that
the autumn is now advanced. Beneath the porch
sits Minnie, busy as usual with her work, before the
“hour for going to school, Tom is near her, engaged
in stringing together little egg-shells, collected in the
spring ; pretty enough in themselves, but won at
104 WINGS AND STINGS,

the expense of much misery to the poor birds whose
nests he had robbed.

Who approaches from the opposite side of the
lane, bearing a baby carefully wrapped up in her
arms? You will scarcely recognize poor Polly, once
so fond of finery and folly. How much nicer she
looks in her present quiet dress, with her gentle sub-
dued look and kindly air.

Then the baby did live? Yes, he did live; a
poor sickly delicate child. But oh, the tenderness
with which he has been watched by Polly, who
now seems to think that she can never do enough
for her brothers. She appears to have thrown away
her vanity with her diamond brooch; or rather, she
has thoroughly learned the painful lesson taught
through that terrible evening and night. ‘The re-
solutions that she then made she has not forgotten,
the prayers which she then uttered were from the
heart—and there is not in the whole village to be
found a more sober, modest, quietly-dressed girl,
always placing her duties before her pleasures, than
the once vain, selfish Polly Bright.

She now drew near, carrying the baby, with
little Johnny trotting after her, his cheeks just as
rosy, and his figure as round, as before his adventure ~
in the woods, It had left on his mind a great
affection for Minnie, who had always been a favourite
~ WINGS AND STINGS. 105

with the child; and he now ran up to his friend
with an apple in his hand, as round and as rosy as
himself.

“Minnie Wings,” said the little boy, holding it
up to her lips, “ Minnie Wings, you take bite.”

Minnie smilingly accepted the proffered kindness
of the child, after stooping down to kiss his rosy
face.

“Come here, you little rogue,’ ’ said Tom, in a
tone half surly and half good-humoured; “tell me
why you call her Minnie Wings instead of Wing-
field ?”

“Cause,” said Johnny, with dimpling cheeks,
“she fly to help me.” .

“So did J,” observed Tom, “so I suppose that I
am ‘ Wings’ too.”

Johnny fixed his round eyes full upon his cube
pour, and slowly retreating backwards, as if rather
aftaid, replied, ‘No, you Tommy Stings.”

Tommy would have been angry at the speech, if
he could have helped laughing at it; but the man-
ner and look of the child, ialereniite half-fright-
ened, were so iresistibly comic, that Tommy Stings
put the best face upon the matter, and appeared
good-humoured for once in his life. He was cer-
tainly in a mood more amiable than usual, having
that morning been engaged to go as an errand-boy
‘106 WINGS AND STINGS.

in a neighbouring town, where, under the eye of a
strict master, we may hope that his conduct may
improve, and that he may cease to deserve the title
bestowed upon him by little Johnny.

“TI have come to give you good news, dear
Minnie,” said Polly, after joining in the laugh which
her ‘little brother had occasioned; “we have had
a letter from the Crimea, and my dear father is
well.”

“T am so glad of that!” cried Minnie, who was
ever ready to rejoice with the rejoicing.

“And you looked so bright when I first saw
you,” said Polly, “that I suspect that you have
some good news of your own to give me in re-
turn.”

“You are quite right; I have famous news, dear
Polly. The squire’s lady was here late last evening;
you know how kind she is. She wants to place
her baby’s foster-brother in some cottage near her,
and to my joy has fixed upon ours!”

“And will she pay well?”

‘Oh, more than we could have ventured to hope.
We really shall now be quite comfortable! My
mother is so much pleased; I do not think that I have
seen her so well or so cheerful ever since our great
troubles last year. How good God has been to us!”
added the little girl, her eyes glistening with bright
‘ WINGS AND STINGS. 107

tears of gratitude and pleasure; “He has always
raised up friends for us in our need.”

“Yes, Minnie; and you who are a friend to all
who require one, are never likely to be in want of a
friend.”

“T shall so enjoy having a dear little child to
look after; I am sure that it will be a pleasure
rather than a trouble.”

“Tt is easy to guess,” said Polly with a good-
natured smile, “why the lady chose your cottage
for the home of the baby.”

Johnny, after two or three vain attempts, had
succeeded in clambering up the bench on which
Minnie was seated. She now felt his little arms
pressed round her neck, as he drew her down to-
wards him to whisper close in her ear, “ Everybody
happy with my Minnie Wings.”

And now nothing remains but that A. L. O. E
should bid her young readers farewell. If they
have liked her little book, let them remember
that her story is but as the comb, which may be
pleasant to the eye, but that its moral is the
honey which is.treasured within. However young,
however weak, dear children, you may be, know
that the youngest, the weakest, have some power
here to give either pleasure or pain. A generous
108 WINGS AND STINGS.

spirit shrinks from inflicting suffering on. the
smallest insect or the feeblest worm; and I trust
that no reader of my little tale will hesitate which
part to take for his own, or leave it doubtful
whether he ought to be classed under the title of
WINGS oR STINGS.

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71b1a0163925b218ab0e49f0c08b418d2803383a
'2011-12-13T11:11:50-05:00'
describe
'42553' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYS' 'sip-files00019.QC.jpg'
ae2e75ade5ffdb7a041262f93b937db7
1c022430583e76e35c5bc3ea8bff3ca973531431
'2011-12-13T11:10:24-05:00'
describe
'2652228' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYT' 'sip-files00019.tif'
48b9488ee5eefbd7c01445ede083a15e
f88ba0da66065d795590e318b0f9f1ecb2d3f15f
'2011-12-13T11:11:20-05:00'
describe
'1359' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYU' 'sip-files00019.txt'
c4d3ca5d833b0df627f2dd762437a277
52b43cdd1e4bfb55cf1124b2a079465973c299e6
'2011-12-13T11:12:12-05:00'
describe
'10671' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYV' 'sip-files00019thm.jpg'
8a4770d1afab2e61ea63e9f3f08f2ef2
3eae350fcf28ac48ac5ad37088d70d39bad137a1
'2011-12-13T11:13:41-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYW' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
c98fc6344b4e1d46fde4b57081e3880b
29bc7d9744fc117d1640a5f04e9fadedcad6d12c
describe
'147150' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYX' 'sip-files00020.jpg'
a680ab8d64eea08922cb37dd8c35df76
b801be6a1aa5bd6f1c468eef923d3556359b0d28
'2011-12-13T11:11:35-05:00'
describe
'36720' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYY' 'sip-files00020.pro'
62ad9872abd9d26269d51cf6146d1894
baddb748fc1dd3d42c311f8702ef56c5ae1040eb
describe
'44395' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNYZ' 'sip-files00020.QC.jpg'
fc512daf13d5590d82e9eed404ff8aa9
5fa4fb7afbfbef1d618798044f5e6ea28329fc10
'2011-12-13T11:11:06-05:00'
describe
'2652396' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZA' 'sip-files00020.tif'
3b381919437fc72cb14493b569afcd77
f868130ea71bdb5ff4eccb9495ab0fecc28cf36c
'2011-12-13T11:13:15-05:00'
describe
'1454' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZB' 'sip-files00020.txt'
c719ea7eaf55148912eea7cc2ea282b8
844c92d35a754c64b6f196de717fe2b3675b6cd9
describe
'11071' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZC' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
34ec8201919da06fd34dd96353e408e4
0c6ce507caa7a9088f74ed9586ff74ca07864df7
'2011-12-13T11:11:44-05:00'
describe
'324654' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZD' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
798e08b26afe48d7befe46a2a0016d3f
f52c305cc3f88a35ea2e5b62a1c78b8a661899bd
'2011-12-13T11:11:46-05:00'
describe
'149615' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZE' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
ceae342564e779939f5e1c5e4d025083
5334961994cc6d3c5edea1076cb27a1c8b1946ad
describe
'36631' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZF' 'sip-files00021.pro'
d76f4d42c501c53c9e686a6abcbd2864
8f1f6c3ce3ab63d97f21fb923ac7d3bafa43ef51
'2011-12-13T11:11:42-05:00'
describe
'45438' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZG' 'sip-files00021.QC.jpg'
c76f959a63a5bf6c1f74a3e329cbec69
211ab042f4f0a15b27ba77e28f671503b60c57f3
describe
'2619760' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZH' 'sip-files00021.tif'
dba4a832ce5d7400c89410b1c62d1e35
eae55c838dd017c854b995e523e23bef7434951a
'2011-12-13T11:11:09-05:00'
describe
'1465' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZI' 'sip-files00021.txt'
41e4ef1f4679be6fa06f9b33568c718e
5214e0846d6ecdfebb6f98be4fb3d0b71edf91f0
'2011-12-13T11:12:19-05:00'
describe
'11186' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZJ' 'sip-files00021thm.jpg'
50ac93cc97eb4f731667f041a8bd1dbe
b0c5fb29ddf31cfaaacf2fac8bee6ad1d60a4adf
'2011-12-13T11:13:28-05:00'
describe
'328743' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZK' 'sip-files00022.jp2'
7323786e129ee283b1c4a3a502f9eaa2
ea667f6a110088e7f8d0b9ee2a6efebf0425c973
describe
'144041' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZL' 'sip-files00022.jpg'
d559fcaae31a96dc7818d07b36961a75
1d62da339cd76e7822e37d98df85b8363d90d756
describe
'35019' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZM' 'sip-files00022.pro'
99ed0e0f3a80478ba0319c595be9428c
7dc88ccc47202ac1a8222ed84efe1a788eb6a1c6
describe
'44529' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZN' 'sip-files00022.QC.jpg'
0eb639d3c80bb33ea5f83b276bb3d560
bed5f4cfb355d37f2f3852c79dbbfb4deba04371
'2011-12-13T11:10:43-05:00'
describe
'2652164' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZO' 'sip-files00022.tif'
69c3745dc0680579ef31c26dfbc8f1f4
c40f722c44d1569ee9627b006a22d6dd8085fa9e
describe
'1389' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZP' 'sip-files00022.txt'
d341c8c578cfe91d22c8139af0683525
a1a70ebc6c6693efac097bbfa5300b38cbe00c56
'2011-12-13T11:10:49-05:00'
describe
'10690' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZQ' 'sip-files00022thm.jpg'
1eb37bd5a41d0aadb383f94f6667be23
3536ddc6c9732f16476867396699957711fff61f
'2011-12-13T11:12:40-05:00'
describe
'323573' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZR' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
98ac0493926570e1302c3599323d5b82
344e29cf747a1c5d6cc2960044f613ba7bc5263a
'2011-12-13T11:10:21-05:00'
describe
'138423' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZS' 'sip-files00023.jpg'
dca0f6403e1d615f1c3149258b24c9ff
31983d4a9082485a402bf607d2daa230b5d09868
'2011-12-13T11:11:55-05:00'
describe
'33617' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZT' 'sip-files00023.pro'
0a72dc0e8445d647e5304bd023146c5d
5e6a95a3c244e3630a5a11051fdf61c34871d035
describe
'42872' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZU' 'sip-files00023.QC.jpg'
0ce0c5c79e907e1785278a1918e0e0d3
a7a26366404a9e006935aeda3476bb2d7fbd92ef
'2011-12-13T11:12:38-05:00'
describe
'2611312' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZV' 'sip-files00023.tif'
adb773ed14c8172a51cce18ab6622183
e4073faf97ddd744091b1346b530a4c7928c845b
describe
'1354' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZW' 'sip-files00023.txt'
37a9d629f6d060788674b08a8bd9ed74
2516cc254e092fa7b50d87d3ed256a9ed7dbd590
'2011-12-13T11:11:00-05:00'
describe
'10934' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZX' 'sip-files00023thm.jpg'
2d0fe7e39edf909b135640c6e6fe9f30
519969d25fbdb55b953d062d9103133d02e6db7f
'2011-12-13T11:12:39-05:00'
describe
'328739' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZY' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
e04621eb8c8892d1c989b1fc1ae76551
3d1db93da16c80587f4ca5057130149b481b430f
'2011-12-13T11:10:05-05:00'
describe
'147332' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABNZZ' 'sip-files00024.jpg'
ff3f486a635ec7da4ee24e8a0f1ad746
f4f60c0abd9e3cd36061f0b266372a9910313b49
'2011-12-13T11:10:15-05:00'
describe
'35230' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAA' 'sip-files00024.pro'
639601c726424e8af3d57bfb89f32323
beb308221bb64209ede4599d070b93cd0fb6938b
describe
'45714' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAB' 'sip-files00024.QC.jpg'
c486488747834275e906d1b252a118e2
2d32fc13dd24261ac4100226f614790e2f783d09
'2011-12-13T11:10:36-05:00'
describe
'2652084' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAC' 'sip-files00024.tif'
df54a21dc5989a06f58dea5e8a4cac26
60135325fea8aa65e3a987d67b732bff3d4e10cd
'2011-12-13T11:12:23-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAD' 'sip-files00024.txt'
988d30a5537994fe6c0e3827a589bdbb
99ef1645e5c26f0218e0c54d5c74b2457b2c81dc
describe
'10787' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAE' 'sip-files00024thm.jpg'
0107405a8b8367784cd5ac3f21a98181
4cd9981b942fcb8e4ab00d0909e87b1f2ce51321
describe
'328683' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAF' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
76adcf5511a3a5697aeac52d9fc023b7
8a5ab9361f02b40ca2804039e7a9f8749e2341a8
describe
'145018' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAG' 'sip-files00025.jpg'
366025764ed4ffdc08af2d735c3e9f18
71f6dd29c7df51a546f3496ef092587629399094
describe
'34370' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAH' 'sip-files00025.pro'
bea00002a7372d36f9e825786076bfce
ec3e30f4c1068f0720d0120133c0dee3200c5aab
describe
'43965' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAI' 'sip-files00025.QC.jpg'
0aa93de6bd7306ac8fde5aabb5866a59
3d3558892de9298fb5c7b0356c05c64e4057d6fa
'2011-12-13T11:11:38-05:00'
describe
'2652176' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAJ' 'sip-files00025.tif'
3b428744c6857b737565aee53bd64829
40ba8c2a9e1541197a738ea7807f6ddb3abcd2b3
describe
'1372' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAK' 'sip-files00025.txt'
07e013a292a1f0b6ee0706b6d3300b67
f6aad87bcf2e186a0d49eac9a17aee62f9b97044
'2011-12-13T11:13:35-05:00'
describe
'10807' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAL' 'sip-files00025thm.jpg'
230f088be07d7254c74d55e4878d4ab2
8a1ae30c28581b418f427624798ddb6ab9e9056b
'2011-12-13T11:11:45-05:00'
describe
'328637' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAM' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
f11373c94c3ffaf568a1e5602c112fc4
215c1deb1a9d0052cf9652e001791a0c096a0b82
'2011-12-13T11:11:41-05:00'
describe
'140330' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAN' 'sip-files00026.jpg'
946469b28ae6e688b99b7984cfaa79ab
8056e05207430dc91ec373d65fb5b00ba3abc895
'2011-12-13T11:13:31-05:00'
describe
'34077' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAO' 'sip-files00026.pro'
ce9efced2d3ae73859dc5f220079a75c
ecd934ddd989cbdd5f8434ec63554e9a103a00d8
'2011-12-13T11:11:34-05:00'
describe
'42060' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAP' 'sip-files00026.QC.jpg'
b110bdc24b49eaee981ea73dd0f5c045
c664b807368e5e56f58a4f6ff74dbbdbd2bd0ece
describe
'2652292' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAQ' 'sip-files00026.tif'
8a5ef9235384eacd6caec43b291d60bd
79e80cdef08022d34fec66b210aebaf5988a1590
'2011-12-13T11:13:37-05:00'
describe
'1349' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAR' 'sip-files00026.txt'
21c083c2fcd58af15ca7b1dfd6fd7a66
45167b1f468442a900d9c233180d4345d77f8b52
'2011-12-13T11:10:27-05:00'
describe
'9977' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAS' 'sip-files00026thm.jpg'
1c6eb0a1055feb44cd211f099e238763
1a877d60b73c4ef72de4b5ebb9939618503729a6
'2011-12-13T11:11:54-05:00'
describe
'328748' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAT' 'sip-files00027.jp2'
05e57537ca29c09832ab0e52d7e1b5d9
82a6103c32c40b5eeb82a4e5580c8984cc077027
describe
'138009' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAU' 'sip-files00027.jpg'
4fbc6f435275c56d64af6083119fd03f
710344b5844a687d41853c2843da975951eaff75
'2011-12-13T11:13:23-05:00'
describe
'33685' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAV' 'sip-files00027.pro'
a214bdb86c4cc82981c90045dcbceced
b2347e9adc8223218bf60bbaf3ee6e9031d22cd3
describe
'42596' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAW' 'sip-files00027.QC.jpg'
5aa93cc57ff2d5144150ab2b005f7ff3
5cbb75cc2d9f8505c4fee66703ae74fa1a1118ea
'2011-12-13T11:10:44-05:00'
describe
'2652052' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAX' 'sip-files00027.tif'
e398563e2e29a6bc996201e01674829f
4aa170d3e89293ff3ea3888d5caf02fcb2abc9cb
describe
'1368' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAY' 'sip-files00027.txt'
236d7c472fbe386288cba5fe6832e0f1
3c3999bb8e48ef98c7311dac3275447b8ab4dae8
describe
'10338' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOAZ' 'sip-files00027thm.jpg'
459727f41bc00056867da39cb5486f89
00d66bc30186a023e78ceb5d33cdb2591744b92c
'2011-12-13T11:11:14-05:00'
describe
'328672' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBA' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
5d68606bb93ea3647e4dc1ee2670254f
54f6097bf43f2fee559c0d921be1669b191d6abb
describe
'69996' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBB' 'sip-files00028.jpg'
5df7af531b936494241f0975b76a0bc4
7a1b09bd514cd151f43c16d806874c266fe1ce7a
describe
'8320' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBC' 'sip-files00028.pro'
583c1f6b96b2fe9318d372554e6e3dc9
eab19c2100764f16e4c69a0000897aa899485090
describe
'16771' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBD' 'sip-files00028.QC.jpg'
5c9191e054f981f0415396378c8c7577
e9134af676b2db6dc67d564cf9b2b79c1607c37c
describe
'2648728' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBE' 'sip-files00028.tif'
ba24e6bd1fb943439e7ff2da816281f6
c24baaf736349b29791934253d51bb98e25ec664
'2011-12-13T11:13:10-05:00'
describe
'335' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBF' 'sip-files00028.txt'
0f8bcbccc6364b1f6145a5981c89fae4
25421bb498803d90bf10e3784521ae4bcf024a4c
'2011-12-13T11:12:26-05:00'
describe
'3927' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBG' 'sip-files00028thm.jpg'
5ef673e7fdad3f479d82d615a4d060de
33f46a6b7fee066e8c6297d62bc13f2ac5a986ce
describe
'328749' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBH' 'sip-files00029.jp2'
1f855910b18f2661c0e0f44566acefb0
a878d4d6f542956e006d033ac192de358ccb8db4
'2011-12-13T11:12:50-05:00'
describe
'110703' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBI' 'sip-files00029.jpg'
c8284cd76500f2c4b1d1d9ca6d6e52bd
02fdeb4924c4c68112b7db54dcb7111e38916668
'2011-12-13T11:11:12-05:00'
describe
'22150' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBJ' 'sip-files00029.pro'
55e1baade2766c29ca42c15253212fed
bed7fac220c783b00b9a8f704b095a4dbaf76cb3
describe
'31789' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBK' 'sip-files00029.QC.jpg'
f227a3d3776c678277b3e1fc7ab9604f
fa231c142937933a3eff611257d5405878a276a7
'2011-12-13T11:10:28-05:00'
describe
'2650664' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBL' 'sip-files00029.tif'
30e2ebf732afd99cce6c95de3afbdf84
5e663fe4d889dc991f5020559c548ca2598f8c00
'2011-12-13T11:11:40-05:00'
describe
'950' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBM' 'sip-files00029.txt'
e8d55f524f557fb1adab7256e2cb4305
4559375cc7505f89b02f74ecc536dd1317fcf2c6
'2011-12-13T11:10:46-05:00'
describe
'7661' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBN' 'sip-files00029thm.jpg'
bf332b0e36975296c9b2564f8b4ca8e2
9374de0c8ac26104495f90ca0358e9f1ea8ec1c4
describe
'328666' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBO' 'sip-files00030.jp2'
2f90565a638dafa28bd840b3d4c58482
f24b35d3db7dbb65336fb46638f14cb1b720a014
'2011-12-13T11:11:31-05:00'
describe
'140089' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBP' 'sip-files00030.jpg'
0d8af8f0cb199103bb47f3e866204b90
b3557e688df0dc0bfc063e37c0f2e2779bb6a615
describe
'33714' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBQ' 'sip-files00030.pro'
329964caed50bfd85349458b2e582658
4bfb0cad8e99862e3b01cb5820a12789872c69db
'2011-12-13T11:12:42-05:00'
describe
'42876' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBR' 'sip-files00030.QC.jpg'
8e263f8b853a4acf9c7950b23c3be952
81cee6ed191c02ab62ae7b16591fc286a6051d6c
'2011-12-13T11:12:34-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBS' 'sip-files00030.tif'
3ccfbc6671ed8c2b7695875016d32b21
c541707565423d4a38191a67205803af176ee0ed
describe
'1338' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBT' 'sip-files00030.txt'
3f9b915762c40eaa6d38003ccab041dd
3d9c0c089a30f34665d329e631cf88eb3d9c7307
'2011-12-13T11:12:57-05:00'
describe
'10353' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBU' 'sip-files00030thm.jpg'
00b9052c3d479eb1466d84e7a25f20a0
6c67de442396384a6417f461f3990e059cb9e8a2
'2011-12-13T11:12:25-05:00'
describe
'328732' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBV' 'sip-files00031.jp2'
b11503c3c175ae26c13b2f7f350b958e
21e12fb145e49a88eb0bd76854b99a770259dba2
describe
'141328' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBW' 'sip-files00031.jpg'
756f25e5ffadb08d3eb90b99896beb23
6b3639967c410c6d858deca7ad3c90de26fb2351
'2011-12-13T11:12:31-05:00'
describe
'34328' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBX' 'sip-files00031.pro'
9b93440a87da0c92be2c594d53a8761f
6f8eb22619a7171e75bffb2f4c455888b2fd94ec
describe
'43110' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBY' 'sip-files00031.QC.jpg'
cb4c56911bfdb90ef515aa27f8a2321c
5c60bde9da522ad0b1b6f3343ee9b46d7f27688e
'2011-12-13T11:11:33-05:00'
describe
'2652040' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOBZ' 'sip-files00031.tif'
059b394d96a5e8622bb6f069f592bc77
b5a490cec1289e82b509382533a16e04bc31df80
'2011-12-13T11:13:34-05:00'
describe
'1364' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCA' 'sip-files00031.txt'
75fd2c6bd40155b32e8683d99533cf1e
a1963528598641789ac14ce41fe202afdb34722d
'2011-12-13T11:12:56-05:00'
describe
'10462' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCB' 'sip-files00031thm.jpg'
7c2c077e99c8d9b05873bf8480de85bf
fa5f10481219be80f877ba2458a23594d0f6a50a
'2011-12-13T11:10:20-05:00'
describe
'328680' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCC' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
bc088c2b0c0d2b6a90713d9eb60f753d
dfa3bf6bca3b70f00e534e3fd9eabae372703f5e
'2011-12-13T11:10:45-05:00'
describe
'147664' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCD' 'sip-files00032.jpg'
220c9d7c873cad4388e19b81a46d8a9d
1aed6d5f805d1ea95f27d641c020a04ec74ecff4
describe
'35849' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCE' 'sip-files00032.pro'
21a9f6585d857c40bc8243213f47ff95
7c721e6b6cdc99de11e603b25ce0e60e89b21894
'2011-12-13T11:10:57-05:00'
describe
'45136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCF' 'sip-files00032.QC.jpg'
76fe05c1445890d005100d164028587b
042fd130589cc8e835359e3a10c8ac6c5c6eaccd
'2011-12-13T11:11:59-05:00'
describe
'2652420' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCG' 'sip-files00032.tif'
ef3e94b261bcecc8966afcd8a9246ee3
db6db38c8fafbe30240e575c7a2ef5cf20c213ce
describe
'1412' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCH' 'sip-files00032.txt'
b0e82a9befe99e08e9fd60db08b34f3f
55acf56c86c179b8e754993f256226cdd22f3723
'2011-12-13T11:11:05-05:00'
describe
'10878' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCI' 'sip-files00032thm.jpg'
fcb1c6abd1b7bea0498ff2fcb8b28f55
0dd2a8bad4850ec1369d307016aadfd9ffdc5b04
describe
'328646' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCJ' 'sip-files00033.jp2'
89c4df391816d927ec09f4e25b1e7f7f
82cfbd42a844fe1930ddbb3090739320d0e7187f
describe
'177141' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCK' 'sip-files00033.jpg'
6936be39a25880a0bbe2177e36c7ae1f
3025123c5f5cf1b63247b101e8a9652dd33470f8
'2011-12-13T11:13:13-05:00'
describe
'529' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCL' 'sip-files00033.pro'
e7570544f4def7551a3473ba0bd272be
1adff58dbabffcbc071b142f7d0ea69be7249c98
'2011-12-13T11:10:09-05:00'
describe
'40850' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCM' 'sip-files00033.QC.jpg'
65536bf924940e8c5f42781002b0763d
4fc1e4416d3821e3398bd1888a7ebb53b054961c
describe
'2651052' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCN' 'sip-files00033.tif'
cb390b622f1823626cc91c3cbba4c7c5
3001f5704363ecb8f594c296d9ed0c6257e602a6
'2011-12-13T11:10:31-05:00'
describe
'191' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCO' 'sip-files00033.txt'
fd1cb19f734d4efcbf09d7265e012035
840ee353607d5f01952e7aef62505f03eead34fd
describe
'9282' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCP' 'sip-files00033thm.jpg'
3f6ffdee5995cfe2e8806075779cce6b
739b6c5ebea48ba214142638049ec4c24f08d643
'2011-12-13T11:13:38-05:00'
describe
'328671' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCQ' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
b6c46b8ef15d5f452aeff7356d54ba4c
a66f71bd841a19346aa989215b08c2b1a1b63515
describe
'144458' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCR' 'sip-files00035.jpg'
7ee8cbcd479102dba86044efab7a3787
7c87497e4317cb1352a5e53d610505aee073ee64
describe
'35012' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCS' 'sip-files00035.pro'
adb506a123179a6064fbd4f1ea58be69
e0c4f01daccea77e49c27de4e26f9c0f9fa1c871
'2011-12-13T11:12:33-05:00'
describe
'44506' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCT' 'sip-files00035.QC.jpg'
02424102c8f47e5c7348ae30f56976d4
b0a6375637bde5c445c0fa7c44b95ef077060b5d
describe
'2652208' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCU' 'sip-files00035.tif'
8e72c84423ba11e2588122d34bfd6380
051c938fb8ad651be472ababe415af904d1fdc61
'2011-12-13T11:11:56-05:00'
describe
'1418' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCV' 'sip-files00035.txt'
5dd2fd515e7929987327cc72cbb28650
457036f25833dfc04088678ce17ec77c72341817
'2011-12-13T11:10:26-05:00'
describe
'10918' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCW' 'sip-files00035thm.jpg'
ccccfc0df925dfd17502ea0ee808d135
76c5d147bbb4011fb8cecacef6c3d479ae6289ba
'2011-12-13T11:11:37-05:00'
describe
'328716' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCX' 'sip-files00036.jp2'
cdcfcfa55848461681bb95b481c22bcd
b9e0f9ff47e3789b68fe3016724a404b95560236
describe
'94880' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCY' 'sip-files00036.jpg'
f416cde4f563020abd80cb3b8b8578c3
c871c2bed1a3a19e21bcd0ee7c95001ffd858890
describe
'17558' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOCZ' 'sip-files00036.pro'
457bc111f2d279c5987d5bd69e00ef57
7b845c36af00475778b125cfa57f7a8c8133af00
'2011-12-13T11:13:16-05:00'
describe
'25839' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODA' 'sip-files00036.QC.jpg'
5fe47166ce6063997c36a19933a6c47d
3ea0a3ffbf35c6e786b58e4d026a23fa3fdf2ea0
'2011-12-13T11:12:18-05:00'
describe
'2649864' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODB' 'sip-files00036.tif'
4011b16338c126728e5e748a658d20e5
5afca991a88c31e30399255f2332905b7f8c2452
'2011-12-13T11:10:52-05:00'
describe
'703' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODC' 'sip-files00036.txt'
ea9d65ff92c9b47558d339880b167377
bb26fb4e507b6f5e07038004fabbb740bb5f54da
describe
'6048' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODD' 'sip-files00036thm.jpg'
ea57934d82f302c7fdf6e25e58c9f4c0
443841e4067bb05fb5ec5c9450b79ebaf8bafb24
describe
'329005' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODE' 'sip-files00037.jp2'
970133dbeec4e1decf2e06fb7581d198
9480df4c6105f3d8543050211000297269f3f364
describe
'111070' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODF' 'sip-files00037.jpg'
9afd597aeac24066b647c00d73963e58
1c3232b073f7ccb0f56414521661485009934b5c
'2011-12-13T11:12:15-05:00'
describe
'22411' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODG' 'sip-files00037.pro'
eb38b4dc83cbdb2c2069b666dcf2b376
a952f0369a7bf19fae332fda2856a612072e9101
describe
'31824' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODH' 'sip-files00037.QC.jpg'
8bcb6098f61c67d03c8cbf2bc63e725f
7f88a62bc26d4def90fd3fee7012d9de9570b2d0
'2011-12-13T11:10:56-05:00'
describe
'2652712' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODI' 'sip-files00037.tif'
008ba6919b4e4ab84a14065dcf6eb548
4b2ede40f0a02785aae37d9f70e91854a20bf03f
describe
'984' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODJ' 'sip-files00037.txt'
1b1b1164854902463d5c93d07ef17ef8
a09a06d927183740bc584bd0cbf038fd6483511c
'2011-12-13T11:12:48-05:00'
describe
'7641' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODK' 'sip-files00037thm.jpg'
d1b4b3bbb83b536e683db3d029675015
a9958563d11039acd4f15bb4f36993711f9844f9
'2011-12-13T11:11:39-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODL' 'sip-files00038.jp2'
055a78ecaab2882fdffa5776d49cd6f8
0b5fc0198a08ee115d952bae30ab8825e26eece7
'2011-12-13T11:10:10-05:00'
describe
'146061' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODM' 'sip-files00038.jpg'
b71854587d8eca83314fec496d481bce
b7ad55f2fab8aa822c1db9b75d8e389ad8632636
'2011-12-13T11:12:24-05:00'
describe
'36288' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODN' 'sip-files00038.pro'
59c49bb2aa69f8ae49e676c4ef45b813
daed383207655cc2a25083fe01b7976276cd30c1
'2011-12-13T11:12:08-05:00'
describe
'44938' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODO' 'sip-files00038.QC.jpg'
337985236b8b5d9e2df423b6398b138d
808ff67d20ebda7a31f80c7e82a632712292e75c
'2011-12-13T11:10:33-05:00'
describe
'2652376' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODP' 'sip-files00038.tif'
bfd83bfd7ff81fe66aae509f9daf72f7
4a49fad370b120f029e915cc3d8360bd02e6ece4
describe
'1429' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODQ' 'sip-files00038.txt'
1c81236c89cc5d58f85ff0f372fa67e7
cfa2f7e3f7914ccf63c9a3ee11fe96a79fa5dd7c
'2011-12-13T11:10:50-05:00'
describe
'10755' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODR' 'sip-files00038thm.jpg'
704274172042ff73b8bae30c9499a301
7ce32f6a563cd1609a0b2ff4b0fb3b940ca8a4c5
describe
'328701' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODS' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
a953940fe937f1d0e332b8c17d81855f
e249b41bd8b53fae2d2b69964070830413e3105c
'2011-12-13T11:13:05-05:00'
describe
'149462' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODT' 'sip-files00039.jpg'
8bbbe3caa77a077ae5f79b59366cb509
832b8a75bfadacae35913f033af9f7abaa235c9f
describe
'36256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODU' 'sip-files00039.pro'
32382a53675d3b214cd5a4e6f1f60bdf
b9c7a356637bb087b5c2506533265a3dd9084695
describe
'46096' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODV' 'sip-files00039.QC.jpg'
ace8f45ef09e44403b48b90c28fa63ed
7272be13a9b80313af2f3e092e3f56c28f2654d0
describe
'2652232' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODW' 'sip-files00039.tif'
25b653c886ae69aec09c2916f395d84b
179035f0c1a4769bce14b3e50c4cca7a3afa9a50
describe
'1430' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODX' 'sip-files00039.txt'
12917dbd5c7b870f55254072d7232846
23b1883826c0f1860d2a08f374bed945d92837e4
describe
'11051' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODY' 'sip-files00039thm.jpg'
4c5dbd0a29e08671ffdae060331f091e
8975788e293fd083f620d928f4e286ba8a288c78
'2011-12-13T11:11:43-05:00'
describe
'328744' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABODZ' 'sip-files00040.jp2'
be37a44c45dbb5f530c4bc9324664111
29919b491c922ceb6ac620c3888836da77d1f803
describe
'144252' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEA' 'sip-files00040.jpg'
2caf41c2c3e114c1fb7da4bfd4226f80
a8e83b0bef9ff90adf2210831ee0a0314bb95fef
'2011-12-13T11:10:34-05:00'
describe
'34556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEB' 'sip-files00040.pro'
cde1a8a47eba4dbb29bb4396ed792363
b81eb520f34fa43d60e867104d3dd820839834af
describe
'43220' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEC' 'sip-files00040.QC.jpg'
74c21ed8bd4dbd20abe3a78633a7e90d
27e6e28ae444c3cdb3d19b389688efd94fdccc36
'2011-12-13T11:13:30-05:00'
describe
'2652188' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOED' 'sip-files00040.tif'
056300eca8ff638286aad616023a3b3f
ec78a1dffac930420dcd6759a9f16434a54623f3
'2011-12-13T11:10:35-05:00'
describe
'1381' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEE' 'sip-files00040.txt'
80a7b48b704958dba0c5e276d0fb3ef5
ed6afdd3947da2f62410c22ea244c3b8f10958e4
describe
'10849' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEF' 'sip-files00040thm.jpg'
fa8b3352778e2d5da3499d4d74bc8bf3
82d37da8119db9fca789837f2ed22203b08d9b4c
describe
'328695' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEG' 'sip-files00041.jp2'
fad54daf577eb3e6a4670fdf874de86f
6d9548c109f26c90a21dcac1791daf4f9d849a85
describe
'139419' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEH' 'sip-files00041.jpg'
d7fa7cde1d9cfbce5dcfe0bcf5c463c5
9239763a55036b44a173d4d0a5248e0b4c53c534
describe
'32790' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEI' 'sip-files00041.pro'
d7cf24426d0902f56dbab40d4fd8a05f
b5326318855589a1c212c1063dba1f7210f70166
describe
'41913' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEJ' 'sip-files00041.QC.jpg'
771398013f1ff6b914d2f68498a7cfb1
bb66486587fad789d23eb936d9ffa33243d75923
'2011-12-13T11:11:23-05:00'
describe
'2652124' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEK' 'sip-files00041.tif'
a0c2129cf82623bf34f03f087f24e897
2f8f47bb1fe5776191ca3e44b0ee2b29df39fd9d
'2011-12-13T11:12:11-05:00'
describe
'1332' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEL' 'sip-files00041.txt'
c8fe0ccaafddcfbcd11b0122f4316f19
e2dafb46522af8ad2a910c5fd84272c003b9f2fb
describe
'9936' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEM' 'sip-files00041thm.jpg'
10caa71074ea712cf72d6e9ffb05c2dc
14c17b8346e6cc9a7d63e17fc13bb40efb95aa35
'2011-12-13T11:11:18-05:00'
describe
'328665' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEN' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
9e91708bdc2339d67ec613eb97108ca2
2b36ddd77665f754555755c23ed85a473b10ee69
describe
'138382' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEO' 'sip-files00042.jpg'
4f6269ef3c5b1fcce37f7486add495c8
8e4ef2ecb70f6ad50d35198f7bc8bba713ea22e0
describe
'32005' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEP' 'sip-files00042.pro'
322ab70678d4d93f6fe610d77ea95f2f
55f42dde4819dc99cd42ec1818b85707df5c45b3
'2011-12-13T11:12:54-05:00'
describe
'42492' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEQ' 'sip-files00042.QC.jpg'
9c970eab083f973f0de9a0b63853c164
66ba0bd7ce79f60a046a287590bcd5649158e13e
'2011-12-13T11:10:06-05:00'
describe
'2652340' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOER' 'sip-files00042.tif'
87f56a31d21e3437900a92f976f5ce4c
0297d8212640d11c18c154a89a3bea821f2d60b7
describe
'1291' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOES' 'sip-files00042.txt'
ffc268100323134572940869978a4a04
4de383bef858344b5a1711e955879786a74f0d73
'2011-12-13T11:10:04-05:00'
describe
'10119' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOET' 'sip-files00042thm.jpg'
aaa9c37dd54e2e06269b325333a4f4d1
d0dbb2e2313e42dca0368774b9ea8b1d37674084
'2011-12-13T11:13:18-05:00'
describe
'328735' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEU' 'sip-files00043.jp2'
38cdee5da033e02438eba6ccdba3114c
e606f17c988d0805f042129a2dc98e0a548f93d0
'2011-12-13T11:10:12-05:00'
describe
'140968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEV' 'sip-files00043.jpg'
36b371f306d9dc170bb56447165c5400
b462d250100e9599f0cc413ad88a19492bd18fa5
describe
'34014' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEW' 'sip-files00043.pro'
4b383fe6b54ac5627584e026dd7da3ab
db8db47a9d184f5559c47f6b22b117f7c7be5845
'2011-12-13T11:12:27-05:00'
describe
'43182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEX' 'sip-files00043.QC.jpg'
86e2854bd7110f6a4272603ac5af01c0
101ebdb3a6d15f0dee974fedb6ccda925b00b7ca
'2011-12-13T11:10:41-05:00'
describe
'2652156' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEY' 'sip-files00043.tif'
0e91c357e42ce9e8f1e5d98adbd7cd28
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describe
'1369' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOEZ' 'sip-files00043.txt'
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645d606351ab315f294ca18fddd5302a404488fd
'2011-12-13T11:13:14-05:00'
describe
'10740' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFA' 'sip-files00043thm.jpg'
040e0dad7ae6ce6973a81bf12f3ff319
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describe
'328718' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFB' 'sip-files00044.jp2'
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describe
'106958' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFC' 'sip-files00044.jpg'
d2d47bab824386a2625bf52c93ffc84a
34271880bf5af2a2d79d8335be4f092fc26b3a99
'2011-12-13T11:13:36-05:00'
describe
'19414' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFD' 'sip-files00044.pro'
31842fbedf99436873e1ba0c0ab85026
6481546133757928bb4b3af9a904833e2a21573b
'2011-12-13T11:12:59-05:00'
describe
'29679' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFE' 'sip-files00044.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFF' 'sip-files00044.tif'
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describe
'865' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFG' 'sip-files00044.txt'
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5534ca0ed6e8ebd18c2ab100552241b5c22a020d
'2011-12-13T11:11:24-05:00'
describe
'7425' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFH' 'sip-files00044thm.jpg'
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03e635f27ca76f507980b421648c88d04ca489ca
'2011-12-13T11:11:15-05:00'
describe
'328727' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFI' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
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describe
'193619' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFJ' 'sip-files00045.jpg'
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describe
'1450' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFK' 'sip-files00045.pro'
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a1e8518e151acdff09fa1c7fbcaed92ab99cab00
'2011-12-13T11:11:25-05:00'
describe
'44917' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFL' 'sip-files00045.QC.jpg'
3bacd5f2b5d0c4faa56df7a0f90b97cd
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describe
'2651504' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFM' 'sip-files00045.tif'
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describe
'185' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFN' 'sip-files00045.txt'
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describe
'9905' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFO' 'sip-files00045thm.jpg'
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describe
'328742' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFP' 'sip-files00047.jp2'
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870d8dbef5b79beb8d54886867fe7e43a97458b5
'2011-12-13T11:10:51-05:00'
describe
'137736' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFQ' 'sip-files00047.jpg'
518a6cddbf86f05eda85fad75d44a48d
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describe
'32940' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFR' 'sip-files00047.pro'
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describe
'41882' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFS' 'sip-files00047.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652144' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFT' 'sip-files00047.tif'
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5731e7c419048326603cd58376583b30dc9adeb1
'2011-12-13T11:12:10-05:00'
describe
'1331' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFU' 'sip-files00047.txt'
1b3b2b484621ba6f10f3d3dca2653b01
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describe
'10460' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFV' 'sip-files00047thm.jpg'
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describe
'328620' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFW' 'sip-files00048.jp2'
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describe
'136618' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFX' 'sip-files00048.jpg'
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3276b0b10450182b9cde7c6dd89721da2f531349
'2011-12-13T11:11:47-05:00'
describe
'31704' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFY' 'sip-files00048.pro'
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describe
'41617' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOFZ' 'sip-files00048.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652304' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGA' 'sip-files00048.tif'
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describe
'1276' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGB' 'sip-files00048.txt'
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describe
'10317' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGC' 'sip-files00048thm.jpg'
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describe
'328726' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGD' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
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describe
'140863' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGE' 'sip-files00049.jpg'
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describe
'33276' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGF' 'sip-files00049.pro'
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describe
'42805' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGG' 'sip-files00049.QC.jpg'
014d2624fa29e1d80b078a24c8556a47
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describe
'2652184' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGH' 'sip-files00049.tif'
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describe
'1350' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGI' 'sip-files00049.txt'
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describe
'10471' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGJ' 'sip-files00049thm.jpg'
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describe
'328493' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGK' 'sip-files00050.jp2'
77967bf7a01aff8b404dd287c801d46e
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describe
'129641' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGL' 'sip-files00050.jpg'
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00fc1e3b523ad83f5ddba95f3426cf5ba454cd7a
describe
'29985' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGM' 'sip-files00050.pro'
80834faff8930d5d8f16bae57c894b2f
5bac3979ff94d3950af99df750b79a3f45dc720b
'2011-12-13T11:11:04-05:00'
describe
'39148' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGN' 'sip-files00050.QC.jpg'
9725b9ad6c48ef884ba0f9d9d7d06ee1
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describe
'2652048' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGO' 'sip-files00050.tif'
7e28bd377e0ff220a861ab090d7ceb34
640ba09e614c2b9b67b6542c891ce86e3da79d89
'2011-12-13T11:13:17-05:00'
describe
'1215' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGP' 'sip-files00050.txt'
51269208d3f571447b498b7c6c4139a0
c736cce09e6d48a63e3faf1a7cad6521a53c747e
'2011-12-13T11:12:05-05:00'
describe
'9636' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGQ' 'sip-files00050thm.jpg'
d01197d7ad62fef52b40ddfc214d6b77
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGR' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
6eb85d418aa7a45e5bc6b2d9cfd847af
c6f145514310d52f64d581bbe0724bf3c73c6213
'2011-12-13T11:11:10-05:00'
describe
'136706' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGS' 'sip-files00051.jpg'
f082cfd4fae0fa20f51f4a681650667e
317a7808e28e5632005b82a2f65aac0c501521bc
describe
'32322' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGT' 'sip-files00051.pro'
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e33721e22e2dc030f8b4b3a18b20f092fe9c3f1c
describe
'41862' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGU' 'sip-files00051.QC.jpg'
05f7feb9e8d12a07455c6352f016877b
a25585b25e36d63398357cfbf991c39acd55890f
'2011-12-13T11:11:36-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGV' 'sip-files00051.tif'
1196fa6ce8126933187bbce024bdf99c
971b441d01ceaf76bd91be64be62c94b9bec05cd
'2011-12-13T11:13:11-05:00'
describe
'1328' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGW' 'sip-files00051.txt'
8afc85f550096664763f400027cce22e
01b3e6c24f1503ae751653f2082ce825aec85adc
'2011-12-13T11:10:07-05:00'
describe
'10466' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGX' 'sip-files00051thm.jpg'
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describe
'328720' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGY' 'sip-files00052.jp2'
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describe
'149680' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOGZ' 'sip-files00052.jpg'
a0cb14c4837ab34293ce6e65560edfe0
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describe
'35944' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHA' 'sip-files00052.pro'
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describe
'44921' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHB' 'sip-files00052.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652268' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHC' 'sip-files00052.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:12-05:00'
describe
'1414' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHD' 'sip-files00052.txt'
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describe
'10906' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHE' 'sip-files00052thm.jpg'
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describe
'328667' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHF' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
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describe
'119157' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHG' 'sip-files00053.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:11:11-05:00'
describe
'25590' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHH' 'sip-files00053.pro'
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describe
'34343' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHI' 'sip-files00053.QC.jpg'
cea020dc66abeed8fcc09d23f5688c2c
229e83e884ad7127069f0c6379d25949daa7d2ef
'2011-12-13T11:12:30-05:00'
describe
'2650996' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHJ' 'sip-files00053.tif'
39ab5330ee648a07d926321e314a4eec
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'2011-12-13T11:13:25-05:00'
describe
'1016' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHK' 'sip-files00053.txt'
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describe
'8260' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHL' 'sip-files00053thm.jpg'
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describe
'328553' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHM' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
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describe
'114232' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHN' 'sip-files00054.jpg'
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describe
'21880' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHO' 'sip-files00054.pro'
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describe
'32313' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHP' 'sip-files00054.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650672' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHQ' 'sip-files00054.tif'
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describe
'933' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHR' 'sip-files00054.txt'
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describe
'7851' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHS' 'sip-files00054thm.jpg'
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describe
'328728' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHT' 'sip-files00055.jp2'
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describe
'145646' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHU' 'sip-files00055.jpg'
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describe
'34025' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHV' 'sip-files00055.pro'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:59-05:00'
describe
'44152' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHW' 'sip-files00055.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652016' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHX' 'sip-files00055.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:08-05:00'
describe
'1375' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHY' 'sip-files00055.txt'
7aabaa9dbb9362abfc40ce75af8df7e2
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'2011-12-13T11:12:49-05:00'
describe
'10516' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOHZ' 'sip-files00055thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIA' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
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describe
'142843' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIB' 'sip-files00056.jpg'
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describe
'33852' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIC' 'sip-files00056.pro'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:21-05:00'
describe
'43802' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOID' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652424' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIE' 'sip-files00056.tif'
8c74cf73db89caadc34fa3da8c977afd
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIF' 'sip-files00056.txt'
fb282a9ee83cafa1cf6d7660d14dbde8
851d3674356845feeb313bbe1f8a311bcc9c8bbc
'2011-12-13T11:12:17-05:00'
describe
'10534' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIG' 'sip-files00056thm.jpg'
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describe
'328693' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIH' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
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describe
'145098' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOII' 'sip-files00057.jpg'
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describe
'35143' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIJ' 'sip-files00057.pro'
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describe
'44630' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIK' 'sip-files00057.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652320' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIL' 'sip-files00057.tif'
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describe
'1405' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIM' 'sip-files00057.txt'
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describe
'10874' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIN' 'sip-files00057thm.jpg'
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describe
'328729' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIO' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
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describe
'140154' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIP' 'sip-files00058.jpg'
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describe
'32111' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIQ' 'sip-files00058.pro'
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describe
'41339' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIR' 'sip-files00058.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652392' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIS' 'sip-files00058.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIT' 'sip-files00058.txt'
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describe
'10589' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIU' 'sip-files00058thm.jpg'
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describe
'328674' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIV' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
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'2011-12-13T11:11:16-05:00'
describe
'124041' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIW' 'sip-files00059.jpg'
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describe
'26772' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIX' 'sip-files00059.pro'
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describe
'36910' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIY' 'sip-files00059.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651548' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOIZ' 'sip-files00059.tif'
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describe
'1071' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJA' 'sip-files00059.txt'
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describe
'9555' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJB' 'sip-files00059thm.jpg'
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describe
'328737' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJC' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:23-05:00'
describe
'111216' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJD' 'sip-files00060.jpg'
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describe
'21596' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJE' 'sip-files00060.pro'
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describe
'31739' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJF' 'sip-files00060.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650716' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJG' 'sip-files00060.tif'
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describe
'919' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJH' 'sip-files00060.txt'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:01-05:00'
describe
'7932' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJI' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJJ' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
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describe
'146521' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJK' 'sip-files00061.jpg'
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describe
'35699' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJL' 'sip-files00061.pro'
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describe
'44151' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJM' 'sip-files00061.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:13-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJN' 'sip-files00061.tif'
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describe
'1415' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJO' 'sip-files00061.txt'
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describe
'10968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJP' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
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describe
'328679' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJQ' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
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describe
'153374' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJR' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:11:13-05:00'
describe
'37297' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJS' 'sip-files00062.pro'
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describe
'46308' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJT' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652696' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJU' 'sip-files00062.tif'
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describe
'1474' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJV' 'sip-files00062.txt'
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describe
'11249' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJW' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
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describe
'328746' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJX' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
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describe
'149278' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJY' 'sip-files00063.jpg'
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describe
'35769' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOJZ' 'sip-files00063.pro'
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describe
'45880' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKA' 'sip-files00063.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652528' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKB' 'sip-files00063.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKC' 'sip-files00063.txt'
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describe
'11072' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKD' 'sip-files00063thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKE' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
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describe
'150317' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKF' 'sip-files00064.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:43-05:00'
describe
'36311' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKG' 'sip-files00064.pro'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKH' 'sip-files00064.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652524' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKI' 'sip-files00064.tif'
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describe
'1444' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKJ' 'sip-files00064.txt'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:13-05:00'
describe
'10926' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKK' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKL' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
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describe
'139010' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKM' 'sip-files00065.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:11:29-05:00'
describe
'33101' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKN' 'sip-files00065.pro'
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describe
'42054' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKO' 'sip-files00065.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:11:21-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKP' 'sip-files00065.tif'
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describe
'1479' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKQ' 'sip-files00065.txt'
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describe
'10307' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKR' 'sip-files00065thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKS' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
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describe
'115591' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKT' 'sip-files00066.jpg'
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describe
'22342' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKU' 'sip-files00066.pro'
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describe
'32635' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKV' 'sip-files00066.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650740' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKW' 'sip-files00066.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:36-05:00'
describe
'954' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKX' 'sip-files00066.txt'
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'2011-12-13T11:11:03-05:00'
describe
'7925' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKY' 'sip-files00066thm.jpg'
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describe
'328711' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOKZ' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
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describe
'177545' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLA' 'sip-files00067.jpg'
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describe
'1580' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLB' 'sip-files00067.pro'
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describe
'41068' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLC' 'sip-files00067.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651460' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLD' 'sip-files00067.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:53-05:00'
describe
'319' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLE' 'sip-files00067.txt'
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describe
WARNING CODE 'Daitss::Anomaly' Invalid character
'9404' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLF' 'sip-files00067thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLG' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
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describe
'143399' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLH' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
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describe
'38379' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLI' 'sip-files00069.pro'
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describe
'42142' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLJ' 'sip-files00069.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLK' 'sip-files00069.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:16-05:00'
describe
'1569' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLL' 'sip-files00069.txt'
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describe
'10411' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLM' 'sip-files00069thm.jpg'
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describe
'328745' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLN' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
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describe
'137796' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLO' 'sip-files00070.jpg'
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describe
'32123' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLP' 'sip-files00070.pro'
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describe
'41474' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLQ' 'sip-files00070.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652092' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLR' 'sip-files00070.tif'
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describe
'1278' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLS' 'sip-files00070.txt'
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describe
'10429' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLT' 'sip-files00070thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLU' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
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describe
'136340' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLV' 'sip-files00071.jpg'
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describe
'31632' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLW' 'sip-files00071.pro'
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describe
'40777' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLX' 'sip-files00071.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652120' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLY' 'sip-files00071.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:22-05:00'
describe
'1285' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOLZ' 'sip-files00071.txt'
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describe
'10320' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMA' 'sip-files00071thm.jpg'
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describe
'328465' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMB' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
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describe
'126370' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMC' 'sip-files00072.jpg'
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describe
'29299' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMD' 'sip-files00072.pro'
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describe
'38375' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOME' 'sip-files00072.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651852' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMF' 'sip-files00072.tif'
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describe
'1206' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMG' 'sip-files00072.txt'
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describe
'9462' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMH' 'sip-files00072thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMI' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
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describe
'115584' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMJ' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
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describe
'25344' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMK' 'sip-files00073.pro'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:29-05:00'
describe
'34098' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOML' 'sip-files00073.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650960' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMM' 'sip-files00073.tif'
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55823d4618871a3f6518cd6d748355f0bc62398d
'2011-12-13T11:11:19-05:00'
describe
'1029' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMN' 'sip-files00073.txt'
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describe
'8534' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMO' 'sip-files00073thm.jpg'
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describe
'328537' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMP' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
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describe
'112762' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMQ' 'sip-files00074.jpg'
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describe
'22136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMR' 'sip-files00074.pro'
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describe
'32749' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMS' 'sip-files00074.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650744' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMT' 'sip-files00074.tif'
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describe
'939' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMU' 'sip-files00074.txt'
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describe
'7898' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMV' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:06-05:00'
describe
'328634' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMW' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
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describe
'145825' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMX' 'sip-files00075.jpg'
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describe
'35691' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMY' 'sip-files00075.pro'
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describe
'44727' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOMZ' 'sip-files00075.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONA' 'sip-files00075.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:12:41-05:00'
describe
'1438' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONB' 'sip-files00075.txt'
154e7082f02b557f19d3b77d8570364d
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'2011-12-13T11:13:26-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONC' 'sip-files00075thm.jpg'
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describe
'328664' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOND' 'sip-files00076.jp2'
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describe
'148052' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONE' 'sip-files00076.jpg'
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describe
'36202' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONF' 'sip-files00076.pro'
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describe
'44893' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONG' 'sip-files00076.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652236' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONH' 'sip-files00076.tif'
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describe
'1428' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONI' 'sip-files00076.txt'
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describe
'10710' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONJ' 'sip-files00076thm.jpg'
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describe
'328580' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONK' 'sip-files00077.jp2'
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describe
'183184' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONL' 'sip-files00077.jpg'
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describe
'418' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONM' 'sip-files00077.pro'
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describe
'43235' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONN' 'sip-files00077.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651596' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONO' 'sip-files00077.tif'
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describe
'159' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONP' 'sip-files00077.txt'
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describe
'9887' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONQ' 'sip-files00077thm.jpg'
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describe
'328710' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONR' 'sip-files00079.jp2'
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describe
'149054' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONS' 'sip-files00079.jpg'
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describe
'35922' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONT' 'sip-files00079.pro'
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describe
'44575' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONU' 'sip-files00079.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652608' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONV' 'sip-files00079.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONW' 'sip-files00079.txt'
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describe
'11167' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONX' 'sip-files00079thm.jpg'
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describe
'328576' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONY' 'sip-files00080.jp2'
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describe
'149604' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABONZ' 'sip-files00080.jpg'
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describe
'36163' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOA' 'sip-files00080.pro'
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describe
'45258' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOB' 'sip-files00080.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652660' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOC' 'sip-files00080.tif'
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describe
'1435' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOD' 'sip-files00080.txt'
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describe
'11035' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOE' 'sip-files00080thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:04-05:00'
describe
'328696' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOF' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
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describe
'190333' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOG' 'sip-files00081.jpg'
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describe
'1085' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOH' 'sip-files00081.pro'
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describe
'43873' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOI' 'sip-files00081.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:03-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOJ' 'sip-files00081.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOK' 'sip-files00081.txt'
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describe
'9859' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOL' 'sip-files00081thm.jpg'
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describe
'328706' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOM' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
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describe
'134497' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOON' 'sip-files00083.jpg'
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describe
'31387' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOO' 'sip-files00083.pro'
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describe
'40443' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOP' 'sip-files00083.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOQ' 'sip-files00083.tif'
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'2011-12-13T11:13:27-05:00'
describe
'1271' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOR' 'sip-files00083.txt'
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describe
'10481' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOS' 'sip-files00083thm.jpg'
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describe
'328747' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOT' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
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describe
'141304' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOU' 'sip-files00084.jpg'
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describe
'33649' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOV' 'sip-files00084.pro'
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describe
'43026' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOW' 'sip-files00084.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652308' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOX' 'sip-files00084.tif'
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describe
'1363' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOY' 'sip-files00084.txt'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOOZ' 'sip-files00084thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPA' 'sip-files00085.jp2'
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describe
'181209' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPB' 'sip-files00085.jpg'
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describe
'655' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPC' 'sip-files00085.pro'
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describe
'41232' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPD' 'sip-files00085.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650836' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPE' 'sip-files00085.tif'
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describe
'94' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPF' 'sip-files00085.txt'
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describe
'9501' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPG' 'sip-files00085thm.jpg'
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describe
'328669' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPH' 'sip-files00087.jp2'
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describe
'136557' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPI' 'sip-files00087.jpg'
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describe
'32412' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPJ' 'sip-files00087.pro'
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describe
'41664' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPK' 'sip-files00087.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPL' 'sip-files00087.tif'
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describe
'1304' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPM' 'sip-files00087.txt'
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describe
'10294' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPN' 'sip-files00087thm.jpg'
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describe
'328643' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPO' 'sip-files00088.jp2'
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describe
'137131' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPP' 'sip-files00088.jpg'
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describe
'32611' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPQ' 'sip-files00088.pro'
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describe
'40279' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPR' 'sip-files00088.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652072' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPS' 'sip-files00088.tif'
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describe
'1310' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPT' 'sip-files00088.txt'
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describe
'10252' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPU' 'sip-files00088thm.jpg'
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describe
'328639' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPV' 'sip-files00089.jp2'
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describe
'138441' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPW' 'sip-files00089.jpg'
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describe
'32547' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPX' 'sip-files00089.pro'
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describe
'43149' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPY' 'sip-files00089.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652064' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOPZ' 'sip-files00089.tif'
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describe
'1315' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQA' 'sip-files00089.txt'
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describe
'10256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQB' 'sip-files00089thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQC' 'sip-files00090.jp2'
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describe
'145603' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQD' 'sip-files00090.jpg'
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describe
'35467' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQE' 'sip-files00090.pro'
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describe
'47271' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQF' 'sip-files00090.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652508' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQG' 'sip-files00090.tif'
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describe
'1401' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQH' 'sip-files00090.txt'
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describe
'10983' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQI' 'sip-files00090thm.jpg'
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describe
'328633' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQJ' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
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describe
'127833' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQK' 'sip-files00091.jpg'
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describe
'29923' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQL' 'sip-files00091.pro'
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describe
'39198' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQM' 'sip-files00091.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652104' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQN' 'sip-files00091.tif'
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describe
'1223' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQO' 'sip-files00091.txt'
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describe
'10105' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQP' 'sip-files00091thm.jpg'
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describe
'328654' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQQ' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
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describe
'135036' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQR' 'sip-files00092.jpg'
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describe
'30701' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQS' 'sip-files00092.pro'
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describe
'40807' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQT' 'sip-files00092.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652076' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQU' 'sip-files00092.tif'
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describe
'1232' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQV' 'sip-files00092.txt'
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describe
'9989' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQW' 'sip-files00092thm.jpg'
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describe
'328685' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQX' 'sip-files00093.jp2'
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describe
'111207' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQY' 'sip-files00093.jpg'
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describe
'22138' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOQZ' 'sip-files00093.pro'
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describe
'31932' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORA' 'sip-files00093.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650644' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORB' 'sip-files00093.tif'
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describe
'963' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORC' 'sip-files00093.txt'
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describe
'7975' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORD' 'sip-files00093thm.jpg'
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describe
'328734' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORE' 'sip-files00094.jp2'
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describe
'135869' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORF' 'sip-files00094.jpg'
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describe
'32493' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORG' 'sip-files00094.pro'
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describe
'41092' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORH' 'sip-files00094.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652032' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORI' 'sip-files00094.tif'
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describe
'1294' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORJ' 'sip-files00094.txt'
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describe
'10354' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORK' 'sip-files00094thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORL' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
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describe
'135629' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORM' 'sip-files00095.jpg'
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describe
'32567' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORN' 'sip-files00095.pro'
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describe
'41080' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORO' 'sip-files00095.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652140' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORP' 'sip-files00095.tif'
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describe
'1333' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORQ' 'sip-files00095.txt'
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describe
'10560' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORR' 'sip-files00095thm.jpg'
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describe
'328988' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORS' 'sip-files00096.jp2'
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describe
'142548' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORT' 'sip-files00096.jpg'
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describe
'33776' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORU' 'sip-files00096.pro'
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describe
'43644' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORV' 'sip-files00096.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2654560' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORW' 'sip-files00096.tif'
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describe
'1334' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORX' 'sip-files00096.txt'
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describe
'10929' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORY' 'sip-files00096thm.jpg'
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describe
'328647' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABORZ' 'sip-files00097.jp2'
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describe
'146811' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSA' 'sip-files00097.jpg'
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describe
'35486' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSB' 'sip-files00097.pro'
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describe
'45119' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSC' 'sip-files00097.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSD' 'sip-files00097.tif'
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describe
'1399' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSE' 'sip-files00097.txt'
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describe
'11006' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSF' 'sip-files00097thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSG' 'sip-files00098.jp2'
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describe
'123455' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSH' 'sip-files00098.jpg'
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describe
'27978' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSI' 'sip-files00098.pro'
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describe
'37334' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSJ' 'sip-files00098.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651452' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSK' 'sip-files00098.tif'
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describe
'1105' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSL' 'sip-files00098.txt'
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describe
'9037' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSM' 'sip-files00098thm.jpg'
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describe
'328725' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSN' 'sip-files00099.jp2'
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describe
'99894' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSO' 'sip-files00099.jpg'
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describe
'19765' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSP' 'sip-files00099.pro'
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describe
'30105' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSQ' 'sip-files00099.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650532' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSR' 'sip-files00099.tif'
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describe
'866' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSS' 'sip-files00099.txt'
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describe
'7353' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOST' 'sip-files00099thm.jpg'
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describe
'328539' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSU' 'sip-files00100.jp2'
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describe
'128470' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSV' 'sip-files00100.jpg'
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describe
'29437' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSW' 'sip-files00100.pro'
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describe
'38772' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSX' 'sip-files00100.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651996' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSY' 'sip-files00100.tif'
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describe
'1178' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOSZ' 'sip-files00100.txt'
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describe
'9874' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTA' 'sip-files00100thm.jpg'
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describe
'328724' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTB' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
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describe
'133562' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTC' 'sip-files00101.jpg'
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describe
'31777' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTD' 'sip-files00101.pro'
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describe
'40715' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTE' 'sip-files00101.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTF' 'sip-files00101.tif'
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describe
'1297' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTG' 'sip-files00101.txt'
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describe
'10063' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTH' 'sip-files00101thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTI' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
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describe
'140527' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTJ' 'sip-files00102.jpg'
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describe
'32920' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTK' 'sip-files00102.pro'
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describe
'41990' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTL' 'sip-files00102.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652100' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTM' 'sip-files00102.tif'
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describe
'1307' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTN' 'sip-files00102.txt'
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describe
'10372' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTO' 'sip-files00102thm.jpg'
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describe
'328690' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTP' 'sip-files00103.jp2'
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describe
'135234' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTQ' 'sip-files00103.jpg'
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describe
'32011' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTR' 'sip-files00103.pro'
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describe
'40783' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTS' 'sip-files00103.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652024' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTT' 'sip-files00103.tif'
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describe
'1284' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTU' 'sip-files00103.txt'
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describe
'10143' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTV' 'sip-files00103thm.jpg'
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describe
'328422' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTW' 'sip-files00104.jp2'
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describe
'130461' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTX' 'sip-files00104.jpg'
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describe
'31585' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTY' 'sip-files00104.pro'
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describe
'39798' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOTZ' 'sip-files00104.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651956' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUA' 'sip-files00104.tif'
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describe
'1329' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUB' 'sip-files00104.txt'
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describe
'9745' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUC' 'sip-files00104thm.jpg'
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describe
'328589' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUD' 'sip-files00105.jp2'
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describe
'200951' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUE' 'sip-files00105.jpg'
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describe
'441' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUF' 'sip-files00105.pro'
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describe
'45412' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUG' 'sip-files00105.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651660' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUH' 'sip-files00105.tif'
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describe
'162' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUI' 'sip-files00105.txt'
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describe
'9999' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUJ' 'sip-files00105thm.jpg'
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describe
'328708' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUK' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
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describe
'135530' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUL' 'sip-files00107.jpg'
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describe
'31644' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUM' 'sip-files00107.pro'
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describe
'40798' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUN' 'sip-files00107.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUO' 'sip-files00107.tif'
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describe
'1293' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUP' 'sip-files00107.txt'
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describe
'10285' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUQ' 'sip-files00107thm.jpg'
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describe
'328501' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUR' 'sip-files00108.jp2'
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describe
'124303' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUS' 'sip-files00108.jpg'
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describe
'28597' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUT' 'sip-files00108.pro'
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describe
'37544' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUU' 'sip-files00108.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUV' 'sip-files00108.tif'
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describe
'1168' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUW' 'sip-files00108.txt'
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describe
'9485' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUX' 'sip-files00108thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUY' 'sip-files00109.jp2'
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describe
'84902' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOUZ' 'sip-files00109.jpg'
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describe
'15379' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVA' 'sip-files00109.pro'
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describe
'23089' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVB' 'sip-files00109.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2649644' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVC' 'sip-files00109.tif'
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describe
'637' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVD' 'sip-files00109.txt'
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describe
'5776' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVE' 'sip-files00109thm.jpg'
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describe
'328715' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVF' 'sip-files00110.jp2'
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describe
'108202' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVG' 'sip-files00110.jpg'
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describe
'20394' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVH' 'sip-files00110.pro'
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describe
'30283' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVI' 'sip-files00110.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650584' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVJ' 'sip-files00110.tif'
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describe
'899' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVK' 'sip-files00110.txt'
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describe
'7542' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVL' 'sip-files00110thm.jpg'
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describe
'328717' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVM' 'sip-files00111.jp2'
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describe
'135417' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVN' 'sip-files00111.jpg'
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describe
'31398' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVO' 'sip-files00111.pro'
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describe
'41170' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVP' 'sip-files00111.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVQ' 'sip-files00111.tif'
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describe
'1274' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVR' 'sip-files00111.txt'
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describe
'10182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVS' 'sip-files00111thm.jpg'
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describe
'328603' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVT' 'sip-files00112.jp2'
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describe
'134095' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVU' 'sip-files00112.jpg'
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describe
'31742' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVV' 'sip-files00112.pro'
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describe
'40701' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVW' 'sip-files00112.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651952' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVX' 'sip-files00112.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVY' 'sip-files00112.txt'
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describe
'9956' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOVZ' 'sip-files00112thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWA' 'sip-files00113.jp2'
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describe
'141212' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWB' 'sip-files00113.jpg'
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describe
'34446' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWC' 'sip-files00113.pro'
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describe
'42461' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWD' 'sip-files00113.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWE' 'sip-files00113.tif'
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describe
'1370' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWF' 'sip-files00113.txt'
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describe
'10499' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWG' 'sip-files00113thm.jpg'
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describe
'328694' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWH' 'sip-files00114.jp2'
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describe
'140170' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWI' 'sip-files00114.jpg'
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describe
'33173' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWJ' 'sip-files00114.pro'
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describe
'42860' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWK' 'sip-files00114.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWL' 'sip-files00114.tif'
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describe
'1322' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWM' 'sip-files00114.txt'
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describe
'10302' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWN' 'sip-files00114thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWO' 'sip-files00115.jp2'
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describe
'105075' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWP' 'sip-files00115.jpg'
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describe
'21315' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWQ' 'sip-files00115.pro'
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describe
'29650' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWR' 'sip-files00115.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650480' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWS' 'sip-files00115.tif'
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describe
'848' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWT' 'sip-files00115.txt'
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describe
'7505' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWU' 'sip-files00115thm.jpg'
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describe
'328600' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWV' 'sip-files00116.jp2'
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describe
'99600' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWW' 'sip-files00116.jpg'
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describe
'18080' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWX' 'sip-files00116.pro'
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describe
'28199' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWY' 'sip-files00116.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650604' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOWZ' 'sip-files00116.tif'
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describe
'825' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXA' 'sip-files00116.txt'
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describe
'7441' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXB' 'sip-files00116thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXC' 'sip-files00117.jp2'
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describe
'141839' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXD' 'sip-files00117.jpg'
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describe
'33894' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXE' 'sip-files00117.pro'
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describe
'44136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXF' 'sip-files00117.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXG' 'sip-files00117.tif'
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describe
'1371' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXH' 'sip-files00117.txt'
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describe
'10423' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXI' 'sip-files00117thm.jpg'
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describe
'328678' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXJ' 'sip-files00118.jp2'
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describe
'134255' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXK' 'sip-files00118.jpg'
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describe
'30883' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXL' 'sip-files00118.pro'
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describe
'41898' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXM' 'sip-files00118.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652152' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXN' 'sip-files00118.tif'
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describe
'1237' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXO' 'sip-files00118.txt'
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describe
'9854' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXP' 'sip-files00118thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXQ' 'sip-files00119.jp2'
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describe
'198797' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXR' 'sip-files00119.jpg'
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describe
'915' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXS' 'sip-files00119.pro'
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describe
'44740' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXT' 'sip-files00119.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2651564' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXU' 'sip-files00119.tif'
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describe
'223' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXV' 'sip-files00119.txt'
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describe
'10038' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXW' 'sip-files00119thm.jpg'
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describe
'328638' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXX' 'sip-files00121.jp2'
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describe
'143500' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXY' 'sip-files00121.jpg'
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describe
'34427' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOXZ' 'sip-files00121.pro'
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describe
'44665' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYA' 'sip-files00121.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYB' 'sip-files00121.tif'
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describe
'1411' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYC' 'sip-files00121.txt'
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describe
'10572' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYD' 'sip-files00121thm.jpg'
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describe
'328736' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYE' 'sip-files00122.jp2'
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describe
'137391' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYF' 'sip-files00122.jpg'
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describe
'32386' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYG' 'sip-files00122.pro'
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describe
'42033' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYH' 'sip-files00122.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652224' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYI' 'sip-files00122.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYJ' 'sip-files00122.txt'
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describe
'10482' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYK' 'sip-files00122thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYL' 'sip-files00123.jp2'
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describe
'139956' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYM' 'sip-files00123.jpg'
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describe
'33717' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYN' 'sip-files00123.pro'
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describe
'42870' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYO' 'sip-files00123.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYP' 'sip-files00123.tif'
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describe
'1348' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYQ' 'sip-files00123.txt'
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describe
'10392' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYR' 'sip-files00123thm.jpg'
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describe
'328703' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYS' 'sip-files00124.jp2'
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describe
'145567' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYT' 'sip-files00124.jpg'
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describe
'35050' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYU' 'sip-files00124.pro'
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describe
'43963' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYV' 'sip-files00124.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652200' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYW' 'sip-files00124.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYX' 'sip-files00124.txt'
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describe
'10863' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYY' 'sip-files00124thm.jpg'
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describe
'328642' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOYZ' 'sip-files00125.jp2'
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describe
'75119' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZA' 'sip-files00125.jpg'
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describe
'11073' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZB' 'sip-files00125.pro'
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describe
'19438' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZC' 'sip-files00125.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2648948' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZD' 'sip-files00125.tif'
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describe
'457' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZE' 'sip-files00125.txt'
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describe
'4591' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZF' 'sip-files00125thm.jpg'
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describe
'328713' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZG' 'sip-files00126.jp2'
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describe
'112372' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZH' 'sip-files00126.jpg'
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describe
'21718' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZI' 'sip-files00126.pro'
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describe
'31833' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZJ' 'sip-files00126.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2650568' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZK' 'sip-files00126.tif'
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describe
'930' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZL' 'sip-files00126.txt'
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describe
'8063' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZM' 'sip-files00126thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZN' 'sip-files00127.jp2'
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describe
'143561' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZO' 'sip-files00127.jpg'
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describe
'34516' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZP' 'sip-files00127.pro'
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describe
'43948' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZQ' 'sip-files00127.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZR' 'sip-files00127.tif'
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describe
'1385' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZS' 'sip-files00127.txt'
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describe
'10608' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZT' 'sip-files00127thm.jpg'
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describe
'328957' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZU' 'sip-files00128.jp2'
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describe
'141473' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZV' 'sip-files00128.jpg'
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describe
'34094' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZW' 'sip-files00128.pro'
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describe
'42968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZX' 'sip-files00128.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2654168' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZY' 'sip-files00128.tif'
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describe
'1356' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABOZZ' 'sip-files00128.txt'
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describe
'10757' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAA' 'sip-files00128thm.jpg'
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describe
'328719' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAB' 'sip-files00129.jp2'
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describe
'131023' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAC' 'sip-files00129.jpg'
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describe
'30286' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAD' 'sip-files00129.pro'
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describe
'39396' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAE' 'sip-files00129.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652028' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAF' 'sip-files00129.tif'
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describe
'1233' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAG' 'sip-files00129.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'10181' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAH' 'sip-files00129thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAI' 'sip-files00130.jp2'
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describe
'135585' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAJ' 'sip-files00130.jpg'
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describe
'31677' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAK' 'sip-files00130.pro'
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describe
'40788' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAL' 'sip-files00130.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652344' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAM' 'sip-files00130.tif'
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describe
'1264' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAN' 'sip-files00130.txt'
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describe
'10312' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAO' 'sip-files00130thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:17-05:00'
describe
'328431' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAP' 'sip-files00131.jp2'
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describe
'129540' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAQ' 'sip-files00131.jpg'
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describe
'30360' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAR' 'sip-files00131.pro'
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describe
'39845' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAS' 'sip-files00131.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2652096' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAT' 'sip-files00131.tif'
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describe
'1229' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAU' 'sip-files00131.txt'
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describe
'10027' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAV' 'sip-files00131thm.jpg'
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describe
'328723' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAW' 'sip-files00132.jp2'
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'2011-12-13T11:10:22-05:00'
describe
'68022' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAX' 'sip-files00132.jpg'
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describe
'7997' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAY' 'sip-files00132.pro'
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describe
'16295' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPAZ' 'sip-files00132.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2648556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBA' 'sip-files00132.tif'
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describe
'326' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBB' 'sip-files00132.txt'
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describe
'3702' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBC' 'sip-files00132thm.jpg'
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describe
'372668' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBD' 'sip-files00135.jp2'
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describe
'61853' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBE' 'sip-files00135.jpg'
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describe
'13256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBF' 'sip-files00135.QC.jpg'
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describe
'8964292' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBG' 'sip-files00135.tif'
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describe
'3484' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBH' 'sip-files00135thm.jpg'
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describe
'370399' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBI' 'sip-files00136.jp2'
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describe
'102200' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBJ' 'sip-files00136.jpg'
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describe
'16250' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBK' 'sip-files00136.QC.jpg'
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describe
'8909272' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBL' 'sip-files00136.tif'
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describe
'3292' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBM' 'sip-files00136thm.jpg'
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describe
'65034' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBN' 'sip-files00137.jp2'
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describe
'39627' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBO' 'sip-files00137.jpg'
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describe
'534' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBP' 'sip-files00137.pro'
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describe
'9238' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBQ' 'sip-files00137.QC.jpg'
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describe
'1578544' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBR' 'sip-files00137.tif'
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describe
'66' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBS' 'sip-files00137.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'3286' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBT' 'sip-files00137thm.jpg'
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describe
'16' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBU' 'sip-filesprocessing.instr'
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describe
'202094' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBV' 'sip-filesUF00081985_00001.mets'
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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/'.
'2013-12-18T05:05:01-05:00' '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/'.
'259577' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFOfileF20080518_AABPBY' 'sip-filesUF00081985_00001.xml'
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describe
'2013-12-18T05:05:03-05:00'
xml resolution