human
Major, where are the Yankees? Raising his eyes from the paper a moment he turned to one of his gunners and said:
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Jim, touch off No. 1, and resumed his reading.
human
Jim pulled the lanyard, there was a puff of smoke, the earth trembled from the concussion and the six-pound messenger sped on its mission of death. As it reached its mark, which had been hidden by the undergrowth in front, the