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"1847 were the strangest huntin' season.
It was round October, and them pesky extratrestreels swarmed
in from the north and me and Uncle Zeke would shoot at 'em
all day long.
Pesky varmints just hovered above us, all disrespectful.
After a week or so we'd riled 'em, I reckon, and we never
did see no more."
