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And the only chickens in Hangtown are in that pie, declared Dickson proudly.
gpt
When we saw those birds Mollie and I just couldn't keep our hands off them. They seemed to be just a-begging us to buy them and make them into a chicken pie. Now, fall to, boys; and, with every mouthful that you eat, think of our good luck. It means a lot to us, boys, a whole lot to the Little Woman and me. We are going back to our dear old New York home on the beautiful banks of the Hudson--Hi, there, Ham! Just start the chicken pie a-going round. You are not the only mouth at the table,