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THE PIONEERS OF BELLEVUE
Just as he was about to surrender and give up the ship, " the widow Newton, " that I mentioned above, marched into the breech, between Mr. Treat and the window, and then the eggs came from the " sharp shooters " against her back, whack! whack!! whack!!! but not an inch did she budge— there she stood weighing 200 and well proportioned, as firm as a rock, while Treat went on with his lecture, apparently in perfect security; for just imagine, for a moment, those' noble breast-works in his rear!
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