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Scarting trouths fortey six years gone old french war to git men and Lads
to List the prests told them thay would Live as Long as if thay staed
at home for Every boulitt had its Commison from the Lord he directed
them one time when old good mister Emmerson had A gurnemon to preach
I heard him say for Addom sin there was Now in hell milons of milons of
Children Not more than A span Long all this is troue and when there was
a A Drouth most over thay would Call A fast and pray very Annest for the
bottels of heaven to be on Corked so the Rane mit Com Down the minester
did Not say how Larg thay whare I gess they held five hundred hoxetts Each