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4389	Moodie, Susanna	Roughing It in the Bush			.txt	text/plain	182283	9325	80	her last night." (I thought of the old adage.) "Mrs. Moodie, your very little girl," said my sister; "but I have not time to tell you night--the dear boy was better, so I told old Jenny, my Irish "Poor Tom," said I, "he has passed a horrible day, but the worst the rheumatics, and some old woman told him that good spring water "Ha!" said the old woman, laughing and rubbing her hands together; "Shut the door, man," said Moodie, whose long scrutiny of the One day he sent the lad with a note to our house, to know if Moodie We spent six days in the woods, and the little man filled place, which little kindness quite won the heart of the old man, and from the old country, who, naturally enough, thought he would like "Och, my dear heart, you will be lost in the woods!" said old Jenny.	./cache/4389.txt	./txt/4389.txt