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Part II

“Dmitry was a broken, shriveled skeleton when he was brought home from Sudbury,” the old man said, hunching his shoulders and indicating something thin with his two leathery hands.
“Peter and I carried him from the wagon. He was never a big man, but now…”
He shook his head, stared momentarily out at the line of soughing pines. Shifting his position on the log bench, he looked down at his pipe, and then clamping it between his teeth he continued, speaking out of the corner of his mouth.
“When he came home he spoke little and would not talk of the accident.”
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Part I

Oleskiw’s name, and his pamphlet, were cursed no end in those first few years. Even after three decades, whenever things were hard on us or we were met with some catastrophe or other, Father never failed to exclaim “Bah! About Free Land! Curse the day I read it!”
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