light, nor ever munch a mouthful of fresh herbage from one year's end to another. No wonder that they get a little obstinate soino tiiaes, or bray out a note of complaint to a fallow-sufferer iv au adjoining drift—but this is pathetic. These levels are nearly parallel, and about a hundred feet apart, all coming into the main shaft, of course, at lower points as the shaft descends. Those in Their turn are
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“light, nor ever munch a mouthful of fresh.” The Daily Dispatch, December 1865.
“light, nor ever munch a mouthful of fresh.” The Daily Dispatch, Dec 1865.
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