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In last Chyte about Seven Ghurries in the Morning. I and my brother were employ’d shearing some sheep, some Europeans who were drunk, came nigh to us and ask’d us for some Tarry. We told them to go into the Village and there they would get plenty of Tarry. The Village was in sight. They began beating us on my receiving two blows I ran away. I stood at a distance and saw
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