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a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life,
upstream to Homestead, and here for the first time had
botanical garden under glass, a most oriental affair given
I then proceeded in search of a room and finally found
fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
to such hovels and deprivations as I had witnessed at Homestead
river cliffs and forges about the station. As I walked
did not. One young city editor, seeming to take at least