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| Lake Superior in Michigans Iron country 1800's
I was standing, empty
the mail from the bags, on to the table, then distributing
letters and papers into the proper boxes, so as to be ready for the eager
crowd that would come for mail after six o'clock in the morning. Then it
was that I heard steps approaching through the store towards the postoffice.
I looked, to behold Michael Belloin, a tall and very powerful Frenchman.
It was apparent that he had been buying some of the wet goods on the
steamer, for he staggered towards me, saying: "You got any lette for Micho,
Monsieur Pete ?" I answered, "The mail is not yet open, you will have to
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