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True it was
only a party line, set up by some neighboring farmers for their
own private use, but one of the subscribers, to whose home the
private line ran, had a long distance instrument, and after a
talk with him, this man promised Tom to call up Mr. Swift and
acquaint him with the fact that his son and Jackson were all
right, and would be home later.
"And now," said Tom, after thanking their temporary host, a
farmer named Bloise, "can you tell us anything about an old cabin
that stands back there?" and he indicated the location of the
mysterious shack.
"Well, yes, I can tell you a little about it, but not very
much," said Mr. Bloise. "It was built, some years ago, by a rich
New Yorker, who bought up a lot of land around here for a game
preserve. But it didn't pan out. This cabin was only the start of
what he was going to call a 'hunting lodge,' I believe it was.
There was to be a big building on the same order, but it never
was built.
"Some say the fellow lost all his money in Wall Street, and
others say the state wouldn't let him make a game preserve here.


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