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North American (General)Transcript
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once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping. Suddenly there came a tapping, as if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. The caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence. At last the caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed her in a language, sleepy voice. Who are you? Said the caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation, Alice replied, rather shyly. It was on a dreary night of november that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of my life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into this lifeless thing that lay at my feet. The appearance of the island when I came on deck the next morning was altogether changed, although the breeze had now utterly ceased. We had made a great deal of way during the night, and we're now lying but calmed. About a half a mile to the southeast of the lower Eastern coast. Gray colored woods covered a large part of the surface. Age 20 PM. I've injected the potion, sweating. Take a cardia. Suffocation. Oh, God! Heat, possible hypertension. I will check it. Ah! Spasms! Convulsions! I feel my body growing. I feel strong. Big big Next. They got their marbles and play nooks and ring toss and keeps till that amusement grew stale. Then joe and hook had another swim. But tom would not venture because he found that in kicking off his trousers, he had kicked the string of rattlesnake rattles off his angle, and he had wondered how he had escaped to cramp so long without the protection of this mysterious charm.