Three hours later the rest of the population filed over the “divide” in a long procession, and drifted off out of sight around the borders of the Lake!
— from Roughing It by Mark Twain
The elder brother then led the way to the creek, which bordered the corn field, and striding to a spot where some weeping willow trees cast a cool shade, he plunged his hand down in a little pool, and drew up an earthen jug.
— from Two Boy Gold Miners; Or, Lost in the Mountains by Frank V. Webster
Three hours later the rest of the population filed over the "divide" in a long procession, and drifted off out of sight around the borders of the Lake!
— from Roughing It, Part 4. by Mark Twain
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