Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove it. Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars won't buy her. Briggs of Turlumme owned her. Did you know Briggs of Turlumme?-- Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in Frisco?

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