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Show A Poor Country. A traveling man riding along through a rough section of Georgia came across a native. x I.'T,nis is a devilish poor country, ain't it?" he inquired. ?w'fuJ rePJied the native. j , .at have J'u got these fields fenced in for?" "To keep the stock out'en them, of course." "What do you want to do that for? There's nothing for the stock to injure " "That's jist hit, mister." "How do you mean?" "Why, you see, mister, ef we didn't hev them fences, the durned stock would git into the filds and starve in no time." |