September 30, 1865

Macomb Eagle




            On the morning of the 6th we left the railroad at Whiteside, where the retreating rebels had recently burned a bridge some three hundred feet in length, and upwards of a hundred feet in height, and turning directly south up ‘Murphy’s Hollow,” passed through a gap or cove, and came into Lookout Valley, which lies directly west or northwest of that celebrated mountain ridge. We were now only fourteen miles from Chattanooga, which was still in possession of the rebels; and as we lay here during the next day, we could plainly distinguish their picket and signal stations on the top of Lookout mountain. Gen. Woods’ division had advanced from Whiteside directly toward Chattanooga, following the railroad, and on the evening of the 7th reconhoitred the crossing, at the end of the ridge next to the Tennessee river and found the enemy in strong force, holding this entrance to the cit of Chattanooga. On the morning of the 8th Gen. Palmer’s division moved down Lookout Valley to support Gen. Woods, in case of an attack; being all the while in full view of the rebel pickets, posted on the summit, but the Division could advance but a few miles until the discreet and cautious Gen. Wood carefully tested the strength of the enemy at the point of defense; so we were obliged to lie over night, about five miles south of Wauhatchie. In the morning Gen. Wood reported the enemy falling back, and immediately our Division was in motion. The Brigade to which we belonged was selected to ascend the mountain, about five miles back from the “nose” or buff end that comes up to the river, and went up by a narrow path, where it was difficult for a man unencumbered with arms or accoutrements to climb where in some places only two men could march abreast between ledges of rock, yet up this mountain side the Brigade hurried, driving before them, as they neared the summit, the pickets and outposts of the enemy. The 24th regiment Ohio Vols, was in advance, and had a slight skirmish, with the rebels who were retreating rapidly. As soon as our Brigade reached the summit, it was formed in line of battle and advanced toward Summerville, which is near the north end of the mountain, and from which place of summer resort there is a direct road down the mountain to Chattanooga. Finding no enemy upon the summit, a signal was given to the Divisions lying in the valley below, and they commenced slowly ascending by the main wagon road across the lower portion of this stupendous ridge. The prospect that met our view when we reached Summerville was grand beyond description. We were upon a high, bold bluff, nearly two thousand feet above the Tennessee river; the city of Chattanooga, now nearly deserted, was only two miles and a half distant, and so much beneath that we could look down into all its streets; long lines of dust marked the road upon which the enemy were retreating, a few miles to the eastward was the thickly wooded Missionary Ridge and far in the distance the Pigeon and Chattahoochee mountains. It was truly a beautiful prospect, that bright and lovely September morning; immense mountain ranges upon every side, between which were broad and fertile valleys and coves, not yet entirely devastated and despoiled by the terrible simoon of civil war. To attempt a full description of this mountain and the many objects of interest hereabouts is foreign to our present design, and scarcely a matter of Regimental history, hence we must with some reluctance leave it. Towards evening, our Brigade descended by the road leading to Chattanooga, and rejoining the Division, took the road across the Chattanooga valley, which lies directly east of Lookout mountain toward Rossville. Chattanooga, the key to East Tennessee; one of the great railroad centers and military depots of the Confederacy; was in our possession, without a battle. The army which had been successfully driven back from Murfreesboro and Tullahoma, was in full retreat toward Dalton and Atlanta, but this army had not been forced from this strong position by the force which was threatening it immediately around the city. The strong corps commanded by Gen. Thomas and McCook, were in the act of crossing Lookout mountain at Stephens Gap, about thirty miles south of Summerville, and once across this gigantic barrier. Gen. Bragg well knew they would be able to cut him off from Dalton, and leave him only a line of retreat towards Knoxville, toward which point Gen. Burnside was at this time marching in heavy force. Hence his hasty evacuation and the speedy and almost unexpected occupation of the place by our forces, without a struggle. On the morning of the 10th of September we began to move through the Gap in Missionary Ridge near Rossville and found that the enemy were not entirely gone, for here they had left an outpost, and a lively skirmish for a few minutes ensued. This was no doubt a post of observation for we marched directly on to Grayville, and saw nothing more of them, though citizens reported that some of their cavalry were but a few miles ahead. The same day all our wagon trains reached Chattanooga which was henceforth to become our base for supplies. Meanwhile Wilder with his usual energy, had crossed his brigade of mounted infantry a few miles above Chattanooga and was advancing directly toward Ringgold. He had passed through but a few hours previous, when our Division reached there on the 11th, and came upon the enemy in strong force only a few miles from that place, on the road to Tunnel Hill. On the 12th we started nearly south from Ringgold and bearing somewhat to the west passed along Pea Vine ridge towards Gordon’s Mills on the main Chickamauga, after the bugles had sounded tattoo and taps that night, and all were lying down to rest or had lain down, the Division was called into line with the utmost silence, and marched away to the westward halting again near Crawfish Springs to sound tattoo, and rest till morning. On the 14th we marched out across the Chickamauga, then to the southwest, and halted at night to change position again before morning. On the next day Gen. Thomas corps began to come up, and it was now well known that only Crittenden’s corps had been marching and counter-marching across the country south of Chattanooga, that Bragg had not retreated to Dalton or across the Oostenula river as had been imagined, for a heavy force had met Wilder in front of Ringgold, and at least two Divisions had attackes Negley’s Division of Thomas’ corps at one of the gaps in Pigeon mountain. Every one was satisfied that a great battle was impending, and from the movements of the enemy it was presumed that he was now reinforced or was daily expecting reinforcements. As early as the 17th the enemy advanced and attempted to cross the Chickamauga at Gordon’s mills; and at other points began to show a strong front. Gen. Crittenden’s corps was extended for miles, and in this condition was of course unable to resist any large force that might be thrown against it, but the enemy seemed in no haste to offer battle, and Gen. Thomas’ powerful corps was hourly coming into line and taking position. Gen. McCook was still far to the right, and as we afterwards learned scaling steep ridges and fighting for gaps, or passes, in order to rejoin the main army. Each night upon high points the signal lamps were swinging and it was known by ever subaltern and private in the whole army that a momentous conflict was about to take place. Scores of rumors were afloat, and passed from man to man from regiment to regiment throughout the army. The enemy were said to be reinforced, by Longstreets, and Earlys Corps and Gen. Rosecrans it was reported, was hourly expecting aid from Gen. Burnsides, and even that Sherman and McPherson with Divisions or Corps were on their way via Bridgeport to join the noble army concentrating upon the dread Chickamauga, a word from the Cherokee tongue which means Dead man’s river. Ere the Sun went down, on the evening of the 17th of September, every soldier in the whole army felt that the battle must within a few hours commence. Many while resting would pencil a few hasty lines to the loved ones at home, and many take from their knapsacks and cartridge boxes, their last letters received from dear and cherished sweet hearts, wives and mothers, read them slowly over and then tear them into a hundred pieces, or use them to light the inevitable pipe, a soldiers almost indispensible solace. This was but one of the many incidents of preparation, yet while so engaged there was no sign of dread or fear upon any countenance, only a calm determined look, indicating the firm resolve to obey the orders of superiors and if necessary to yield the precious boon of life upon the sacrificial alter of our great and glorious country. Ah! who shall describe a soldiers thoughts the eve of battle.


The Battle Chickamauga and
Retreat to Chattanooga

            The army of the Cumberland could not have warded off or avoided a battle at this time. Chattanooga had been surrendered, but it was evident, that Gen Bragg was now offering battle, that he was bent upon returning to the surrendered city, unless our force was sufficient to drive him back. While the army of the Cumberland was in detached positions, occasioned by the flank movement, and crossing the Lookout range by Corps, at points widely supported, it was to a great extent at the mercy of the rebel General, had he at that moment been strong enough to strike a decisive blow; but day by day the Corps of the federal army were being concentrated, in the vicinity of Gordon’s mills, and Gen. Grangers (reserve) corps came up from Bridgeport, and took a position near Rossville, covering the roads leading into Chattanooga. On the morning of the 18th of September, only Gen McCook’s Corps was entirely isolated, and this was moving rapidly to rejoin the main body. The morning of the 18th of September, looks gray and hazy, and the air was damp and chilly, until the Sun, like a ball of fire in appearance was a distance above the horizon. A high wind during the latter part of the night had soughed and moaned through the dense woods, where the main army was lying and hourly expecting that sharp crack of musketry upon the picket line which announces the approach or attack of an enemy. Gen. Granger, early in the day sent two brigades across the Chickamauga at Reids’ Bridge some four miles below Gordon’s Mills to reconnoiter the enemy’s position, and if possible ascertain his strength. This movement was entirely successfull, the enemy were found to be collecting a powerful force, directly in front of Gordon’s mills; and there could be no doubt from the movements observed, that Gen. Bragg was hourly receiving reinforcements to the amount of several Divisions. Gen Wood, with his Division of Crittenden’s corps was holding the vital point, in front, the crossing at Gordon’s Mills. Towards this point Gen. Thomas was during the day steadily pushing his Corps of four strong Divisions; and further to our left, the mounted brigades commanded by Wilder, and Minty were watching the crossing on the Ringgold road and ready to resist an attack, should the enemy advance from Napier’s Gap or that vicinity. Towards evening the enemy made an attack upon the brigades which stood their ground gallant and trim, and again did Wilder’s noble regiments by a fierce determined charge, drive back, and check for a few moments the eager advance of that wing of the rebel army. But before night, both Wilder and Minty were forced to fall back, a considerable distance; for a Divisions had effected a crossing, of one of the numerous fords of “Dead man’s River” and were coming upon them from the flank and rear. During most of the afternoon a battery or two had been brought up to assist Wilder and Minty in their effort to check the enemy, and the rapid report of several pieces, told that both parties were striving to get possession of some important position. It was one of those preliminary engagements, which frequently take place on the eve of a great battle; occasioned by portions of the opposing forces coming in contact, while they are securing the most available positions, for defense, or from which to make an attack. A sharp skirmish continued along the left until some time after dusk, but the firing gradually lessened and before nine o’clock had entirely ceased.

But night, which brings the blessing of rest, repose and strength-renewing sleep, to the wearing and worn in the ordinary avocations of life, brings often to the soldier more severe effort; a more fatiguing march, than he has endured during the day; and the 18th of September, was one in which but a small portion of the army of the Cumberland, now confronting a greatly superior force, was permitted to enjoy the rest and repose so greatly needed. All night long there was a constant rumble of the artillery and wagon trains upon the roads and the steady muffled tramp of columns moving to rejoin the main force or to take important positions for the morning’s conflict. It is not a little remarkable how strongly the situation and surrounding circumstances impress the mind of the soldier. A march upon a bright, clear morning, is full of hilarious mirth; the lively story is told, jest succeeds jest in rapid succession; many a shaft of sarcasm and ridicule strikes home, and many a keen retort and spicy repartee is heard. A march upon a rainy, dismal day elicits no small amount of repining; many maintain a sullen, somber mood, while all the grumblers in the army, are pouring a constant stream of abuse upon the road, the surrounding country, the officers commanding the army, and even Congress and the Cabinet at Washington did not always escape their stinging words of censure. A march at night is invariably silent: Scarcely a word will be spoken for hours, and when one does address a comrade, it is in a quiet suppressed voice such as is heard in the sick room; as though he would not disturb the quiet and repose of nature nor waken an echo from the impervious gloom of the night.

The night of which we were speaking was one of almost incessant movement. The design of the enemy had been manifested, during the day and before to-morrow’s dawn, every regiment in the whole army must be in position, where it would be most effective. It was evident at dusk, that the enemy were massing their forces upon our extreme left, which was a little north of Gordon’s Mills; and while he made a great display of force further toward our right, he was not able by that piece of strategy to deceive the able and vigilant Gen. Rosecrans, who was observing every movement and felt confident that the attack would be upon the direct line to Rossville and Chattanooga. Hence during the night Gen. Van Cleve’s Division formed on the left of Gen. Woods, Gen. Palmer on the right; while Gen. Thomas’ corps moved to the left of Gen. Crittenden’s and took position in the following order, part of Gen. Johnson’s Division joined Gen. Van Cleve’s left, then came Gen. Reynolds, Bairds and Brannan’s divisions in succession, extending our left nearly to the Ringgold road, while the enemy having crossed a part of his army was lying directly in our front on both sides of the stream. These were the positions of the opposing armies on the morning of September 19th 1863. The federal army was much inferior in numbers but the men were in excellent health and spirits. They knew that a hard battle was about to be fought, and calmly looked the stern reality in the face, manifesting not a particle of bravado or boisterous courage, but with quiet and determined demeanor awaited the terrible onset. They had constantly been victorious, and had not been in the habit of considering such a contingency as defeat, and now, not being aware of the tremendous force arrayed against them, were self-reliant and confident of success. The morning broke clear and cloudless; the gentle breeze that agitated the foliage was soft and balmy; all nature seemed on one of its quietest and loveliest moods; and when the sun was peering over the mountains, not a sound could be heard to indicate the presence of hostile armies, in the valley of the Chickamauga. An hour or two later, there was an occasional shot upon the skirmish line, and about eight o’clock the first boom of artillery broke the deep silence, which had led many to believe there would be no engagement.



            With the last week’s issue my connection with The Eagle ceased. This fact would have been announced last week had the purchaser, Mr. C. H. Whitaker, arrived in time to have made it known. – It has been but a little over six months since we took charge of The Eagle, during which time the circulation of the paper has largely increased, and we can safely say that no country paper in the State has a better advertising and job patronage. We thank the good people of Macomb and McDonough county, who without regard to party, have given us many encouraging words and for their many generous acts of kindness and liberality. We shall ever cherish their names fondly in memory. We leave the office, we believe, with the good will of all; and on our part, certainly with no malice or ill will toward any. We now transfer The Eagle to Mr. C. H. Whitaker, late of Missouri, who has had a number of years experience in the publishing business, and is a thorough printer and an able writer. In his hand we have no doubt The Eagle will soon rank second to no paper in the State. In politics The Eagle will still continue to be an advocate of Democratic principles, Mr. Whitaker believing that upon them rests the stability and future happiness of this grand old Republic.

We bespeak for him the same hearty and cordial support on the part of the Democracy, which they have ever shown toward us. Mr. W. has been, during the war in Missouri, between two fires, that of the rebels on the one hand and the radicals on the other; having had an office destroyed in September 1861 by the rebels, and another by the radicals in 1863.

To our neighbor of the Journal we bid adieu with the best of feeling, and return our thanks for the many courtesies and favors shown us and wish him abundant success both in basket and store.

And now to our friends, one and all, we say farewell.



            The above card of Mr. Naylor explains the change which this week takes place in the management of the Eagle. To those who have known us, it is hardly necessary to say that we have been connected with the press in Missouri for the past ten years, during which time the trying ordeals of war have not only devastated that State, but the military power have exercised a despotic and tyrannical surveillance over the liberty of speech, and the sacred and estimable blessings of a free press. – We have always and on all occasions maintained the right to support that which is just, and have always denounced that which we have conceived to be unjust. For denouncing the unjust restrictions of southern rebels, and bitterly opposing the blue laws and orders of military tyrants and abolition subalterns; it has been our fortune to conduct our paper under the most perplexing and trying difficulties. – Such has been the sad state of affairs where extremists and fanatics hold sway, that the press dare not criticize the actions of the local military, without subjecting its editors to arrest and imprisonment, and when released upon bond, they are denied either a civil or military trial, showing clearly that where the military are unable to have the press conducted to suit their own individual sense or propriety, they assume the authority, because they have the power, to put a surveillance over the press, and knowing that no disloyal act has been committed or disloyal language published, they refuse even a trial, thus evading and skulking about like bushwhackers because they know themselves to be the violators of military as well as constitutional law.

To the patrons of the Eagle we desire to say that we shall advocate the principles o the Democratic party, believing that those principles are better calculated to secure and maintain the liberty and freedom of the white man; while the principles of the Republican party are only for the securing of liberty and freedom for the negro race, and bringing the white down to the level of the black.

We shall spare no pains or expense to give our patrons a live home paper, and one which will prove a welcome visitor to every fireside. The moral and literary tone of the Eagle will receive our careful attention, while the local and miscellaneous departments will contain the latest and choicest gleanings.

Hoping to be able to make the Eagle every way worthy and deserving of the support and patronage of the good people of Macomb and McDonough county, and hoping that in future our acquaintance with our patrons and friends may be mutually pleasant and instructive, we shall buckle on our armor editorial, and enter upon the discharge of the duties of the tripod.



            Needs Looking After. – A man named Captain Patterson was in town last week, and upon every possible occasion enlightened such crowds as would hear him upon the subject of his tribulations in Missouri, from whence he claims to have been driven on account of his loyalty. His harangues were usually interspersed with epithets, more forcible than polite or even decent, applied to democrats generally. We understand this gentleman boasts of having killed one man since he came into this State, and that he will kill another before he leaves it. Ordinarily, such men are looked after. – Fulton Democrat.

Among the many things which might cause men to leave the State of Missouri, that of “loyalty” ought to be last. Loyalty in that State means but little respect for law, and the popular acceptation of the term is understood to that “loyalty,” like a drug in market, is bottled up, and only a few favored individuals dare smell of it. If you Jayhawk, hurrah for Jim Lane, Jennison, and other thieves on the border, your “loyalty” would be fully and satisfactorily established in three fourths of the State of Missouri. But, it seems that Captain Patterson found some place in that State where “loyalty” is at a discount. If his loyalty is of the kind of “some good loyal men” who left that State, we hope it won’t be long until he leaves Illinois. We have known two or three Patterson’s who were law abiding men and good citizens of that State, who had all their property jayhawked and stolen by intense ‘loyalty’ yelpers, whose object seemed to be to feather their own nests, and steal themselves rich in the name of “loyalty.”


            Personal. – Hon. John G. Saxe, left this morning to fill a lecture engagement at Leavenworth. We congratulate our neighbors on having an opportunity of listening to a genuine poet.

Chas. H. Whitaker, Esq., formerly of the Savannah Plaindealer, was in the city yesterday. Disgusted with the radicalism of Andrew county, he has sought a clime more congenial to his politics, and has purchased and is now publishing a Democratic paper at Macomb, Illinois.

Hon. James H. Lane, of Kansas, and Gen. B. F. Stringfellow, of Atchison, were registered at the Pacific House yesterday. – [St. Joseph Herald, 20th.

The Herald is a very moderate radical paper, edited by two clever fellows, and some times staggers upon the truth, when they fear no sad political consequences therefrom. – Every honest man has long since become disgusted, not only with the “radicalism” of Andrew, but of the whole State. The people of Missouri run wild upon every new hum bug, and every political heresy. A few years ago the whole State was convulsed by a few itinerant “Spirit Rappers.” Still later, the celebrated Miss Irish, the St. Louis Clairvoyant, carried everything by storm in the North West part of the State. Mrs. Francis D. Gage, the distinguished advocate of Woman’s Rights, then clamored in the public ear until the people were wild again. The next great wonder of the age which animated the people was the “Great Cetician Zooglodon Microspondulous Monster.” They are now in wild radical confusion about the negro. – They are even willing, in fact, are desirous of yielding up their own liberty, in order to secure the liberty of the negro and elevate him to social and political equality. We remember a few years ago when it was their boasted pride to have endeavored in forcing slavery upon Kansas. Now, these same ‘harpies,’ as Parson Scofield would say,) are willing to divide the emoluments of social and political positions, to gain a foothold in the abolition camp. They are not the true philanthropists of the negro race; every move they make on the political checkerboard, only renders their condition the more deplorable, and starvation is already upon them. But if the negro can only feed and clothe himself, these modern, pent-up philanthropists, would readily confer honors and privileges upon him, in order that they may use him as a pliant tool in their hands, and not from any great love they have for the race. They want the negro for a machine – a machine to do their dirty work, as they deem him only fit for such labor. Such is, in short, some of the fruits of radicalism, and to which we confess to have become disgusted long ago.


The County Convention.

            The proceedings of the Democratic County Convention, held last Monday, will be found in another column of to day’s paper. By reference to the proceedings it will be seen that the candidates were selected with great unanimity, and the proceedings throughout marked with the best of feeling. The ticket nominated is a most excellent one; composed of as good men as can be found in the State – men who come fully up to the Jeffersonian standard, honest, capable and faithful. – The resolutions are right and have the true Democratic ring.

Our candidate for County Judge, WM. H. JACKSON, is one of the oldest citizens of McDonough, having settled in this county at an early day. He is a man of strict integrity, and whose moral character is above reproach. He is thoroughly competent for the office, and we doubt not will be elected by a handsome majority, thus demonstrating the wisdom of the convention’s choice.

The nominee for County Clerk, MORRIS CHASE, is a young man of fine abilities, and a thorough scholar and gentleman, in every way competent for the position. He enlisted and served in the army three years as a private in the 78th regiment of Illinois volunteers. He was taken prisoner in the first year of his service and placed in the celebrated slaughter pen at Andersonville, where he suffered all that mortal man could suffer and live, all because the rebels did not see fit to exchange negro soldiers as they did white soldiers. In the capacity of “a soldier he has won the reputation of a brave, faithful, upright and honorable man. Such young men are the hope of our country, and it is well they should early become familiar with those civil duties which must be well performed, in order that the machinery of civil government may work harmoniously. He is entitled to the more credit because, amid all the seductions and corrupt appliances of a corrupt administration to seduce our brave soldiery from the paths of political rectitude and integrity, he has remained firm in the Democratic faith. Such a man can be trusted, depend upon it.

J. W. WESTFALL, the candidate for County Treasurer, is an old citizen and a gentleman in every sense of that word. He was formerly postmaster and more recently express agent in this place, in both of which capacities he has given almost universal satisfaction. He is one of our best citizens, enjoying the confidence and respect of all. That he is well qualified to discharge the duties of so important an office all who know him will cheerfully admit.

For Superintendent of Public Schools THEODORE KENDRICK is the nominee. – He is a young man of fine scholastic ability, having a thorough education and a practical experience as a teacher for a number of ears, he is, therefore, well qualified for the discharge of its duties. We think the convention has made a judicious selection and one that the people will ratify by an overwhelming majority.

JOHN MORRIS, the candidate for County Surveyor, is a young man of excellent morals, and like the other selections of the convention, well qualified for the duties of a surveyor.

The ticket both individually and collectively is unexceptionable, and has already created dismay in the negro suffrage camp, the great mongrels of that party are now running round urging their candidates for school commissioner and treasurer to withdraw from the canvass. No use, gentlemen, to fret your gizzards, the decree has gone forth and you will be placed alongside your co-labors in treason – the rebels.


“Industry and Economy will Prevail.”

            And in proof of this we have only to look in at George Bailey’s, east side of the public square, and ask yourselves “what was it four years ago, and what is it now?” George has now one of the best business rooms, and as well filled with good goods as any other house in town. – His motto is, “We will sell you goods as cheap as any body; anything you buy of us that you could have bought elsewhere cheaper, can be returned and get your money.” He warrants everything he sells, both in quality and price. He has the finest lot and the cheapest dress goods we have seen any where. Goods that sold last winter for 75 cents he now sells at 45, all wool DeLanes 60 cents; pants goods $1 50 last winter now 90 cents; satinetts, last winter $1 75, now $1 25; Balmoral skirts $3 cheaper; flanels 20 to 40 cents cheaper, hickory shirting 20 to 30 cents cheaprer. Call and see for yourselves, you will always find George, Uncle Billy Hays or Wash on hand and willing to show you any or everything they have. Remember east side the public square.


            Accident at the Depot. – On Monday night, a man aged about 70 years, named Willis, was endeavoring to drive his wagon over the east switch at the Depot, and in consequence of the darkness missed the crossing, and precipitated his wagon in the deep gully, while his horses stood upon the switch. Some bystanders requested the old man to keep back, and not endeavor to cross at that point. A freight train on the switch at that time, back, knocking down the horses, breaking the tongue, crushing the fore wheels, leaving only two or three spokes in one wheel. The wagon was otherwise damaged by the encounter, while the horses came out of the encounter pretty well, considering the surroundings, neither one being seriously damaged. At the time of the accident, there were in the wagon five ladies, one of whom, in jumping from the vehicle, sprained a limb. – No other damages.


            Choice Cigars. Our friend J. T. Webb, on the north side will please accept our thanks for some choice cigars. Those who want a good cigar should drop in and see Mr. Webb. He has also on hand a fine lot of groceries, and those in need of such articles will find it to their interest to call and examine.


            Killed. – A man, whose name we have been unable to learn, in attempting to get on the passenger train at Prairie City, on Tuesday morning was precipitated between the coaches, run over, and almost instantly killed.


            → S. P. Dewey is out this week with a new advertisement. His stock of ready made clothing is now complete, and his customers may rest assured that he keeps only the best quality of goods.


            Those Cigars. – Frank R. Kyle, the popular Druggist on the south side, will please accept the thanks of the Editor for a large lot of choice cigars. We would remark, en passant, that FRANK has a fine and well selected stock of Drugs on hand and those who patronize him will find him a clever fellow.


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