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of strong brown tea. Once in a while my father had some piece of business to do which ^was more convenient had to be done by water. The Sunbeam was kept tied up at one of the docks and when the steam was up he would have the mate blow crossed out: the her whistle to call my mother who crossed out: would collected us and hurried down the tan-bark road past the machine shops and the shingle mill to the last slip where the Sunbeam was waiting for us, her white paint clean and her brass shining. Then the lines were cast and the water began to boil over the propellers as we glided crossed out: out away from the docks, out into open water, my father up in the wheel-house behind us, turning the great wheel which kept us on our course.

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things in those years before the First World War when there was first Theodore Roosevelt and then William Taft holding the reins of ^American government, life in the North Woods offered a detailed model of paternalistic management. The Company