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Updated: May 10, 2025

So old Cack asked her to come in, and didn't make-no question where she come from, or what she come on; but he knew it was twelve good miles from where she lived to his hut, and the snow was drifted above her middle: and Cap'n Eb declared that there wa'n't no track, nor sign o' a track, of anybody's coming through that snow next morning." "How did she get there, then?" said I.

Harriet Beecher Stowe - Oldtown Fireside Stories