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Never could castle or mansion contain more of gladness and joy of the / heart than was crowded into the modest little home of Miss Doc when at / last the prayers and ministrations of a score of men and the one / "decent" woman of the camp were rewarded by the Father all-pitiful.
"I'm goin' to bawl, and I'll lick any feller that calls me a baby! " / said the blacksmith, but he laughed and "bawled" together.