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Show WITNESS The men were swapping stories. "When I was logging up in Oregon," Ore-gon," said one of them, "I saw a wildcat come right up to the skidder one day. It was a fierce beast, but with great presence of mind, I threw a bucket of water in its face and it slunk away." "Boys," said a man sitting in the corner, "1 can vouch for the truth of that story. A few minutes after that happened, I was coming down the side of the hill. I met this wildcat wild-cat and, as is my habit, stopped to stroke its whiskers. Boys, those whiskers were wet!" Wall Street Journal. " |