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41250	Campbell, Joseph	Mearing Stones: Leaves from My Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal			.txt	text/plain	15997	1123	90	"That's a very green field," I said to a man to-day, pointing to a you get there," he says, "you cannot lose your road." He comes a bit Hearing the voices, a young man comes out from between below you," he says, coming out in his bare feet into the open, and We reach the high-road in about half-an-hour, near a school-house, shopkeeper is a quiet-mannered little man, not very old, I would think, I met an old man on the road, and his face as yellow as dyer's met an old man on the road. An old man came dawdling out of a gap by the road, and he stopped tern crying; the road ribboning away into the darkness that looks like We were talking together, an old man and myself, on the hill between "Do you see that bush over there?" said an old man to me one day on the	./cache/41250.txt	./txt/41250.txt