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"Where now, Larry? " asked 'Squire Mead, meeting Larry Boyne, on Stone River bridge, one wintry day in November. Cold weather had set in early, and huge cakes of ice had already formed on the edge of the dam, and a light fall of snow gave promise of sleighing for Thanksgiving week, then not far off. Larry was mounted on a sorry-looking nag, borrowed from a Sugar Grove neighbor, and he carried behind him a big bundle of knitted mittens, the handiwork of his mother and sisters, to be exchanged for goods at one of the stores in town.
"Oh, I'm just going to town to trade a bit, and I have a message from Al Heaton that he and his father want to see me about joining a new baseball club to be gotten up here. Know anything about it, 'Squire?"