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Said, bark o' trees 's a' open book to Doc, and vines and moss

He read like writin' – with a look knowed ever' dot and cross:

Said, stars at night wuz jes as good 's a compass: said, he s'pose

You couldn't lose Doc in the woods the darkest night that blows!