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Show A story Is told illustrating the great age that people attain in the bracing air of the Adirondacks by a member of a hunting-party who hadeen deer stalking there. In a rather wild part of the country, the party came across a log cabin. At the door was standing an aged native of the Rip Van Winkle sort. One of the gunners, after a short talk, asked him how long his father had been dead. "Father dead!" the old man replied In a tone of surprise; "father ain't dead, he's In tho back room puttln' grandfather to bed." |