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It was well along toward mid-morning, when they came in sight of Uncle Jeb's picturesque cabin almost hidden among the giant pine trees. It stood there solitary and imposing, bespeaking character, such as only one like he himself could give it.
It has often been said that a man's house is but a reproduction of his life, and nothing more true could be said of Uncle Jeb's wilderness cabin.