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He was not ill very long. Toward the end of the second week the house was always full of visitors who came to sympathize and inquire and prescribe, and who, in many cases, came from their farms miles away attracted by the news that "Uncle Elbert Rogers" was "mighty bad off. " They came on horseback and in wagons or buggies -- men in homespun, and women in sun-bonnets -- and they hitched their horses at the fence and came into the house with an awkwardly subdued air, and stood in silence by the sick bed for a few minutes, and then rambled towards the hearth and talked in spectral whispers.
"The old man's purty low," they always said, "he's purty low. " And then they added among themselves that he had "allers bin mighty clever, an' a good neighbor."