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77 ’Tis of thee, sweet land (a poem of found text) I tremble for my country when I remember God is just. S keep a sharp look out under trap doors or in attic crawl spaces 50,000 fugitives found shelter not far from where they took a glass of brandy pistols and bowie knives suddenly become scarce in the market the padlock and chain were left in the woods S raised corn and cotton and cane and ’taters and goobers then along came a Friday and that a unlucky star day we have been at some great pains to ascertain the facts S the institution is destined to become extinct at some distant day the wells have in some places dried up and the supplies of many mill streams have been much reduced 78 the public are hereby cautioned against trusting or giving credit to any person about Richmond the locusts abound they have cast their old shells and are depositing their eggs they have been heard to say blood must be shed ...

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