A or.sa-saovn d sA. Ps4s omee.
{"character_count": 1667, "word_count": 313, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9580000042915344], "ccnet_perplexity": [1465.5999755859375], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
Some two year. since, there came to this city, Augusta tia. . real green-horH; you would moi recognize the Individssl now, with his long tail'd blue and fancy cre-vat He answered 10 the name of Esquire Nathan Bunkum. After being here about month he asked his employer if he emoughl % 10 the Post Office and see f there was sFry a letter fur himp He went. bul could 0ci ee, further than to say, sArry leiter for Esqulres' ---when some one near would could call Ou, for box 50, l15, or 2l2, as the case migsl, he. After making several intellectual attempts he would turn of. This went on for several days. when one day as he came of with a friend, he remarked to him--- i'm blsst if 'speet I'lI ever git ehancel Look here, tell me wAd, these numbers is furl Say. will yeri'

 Don't you known asked his friend.

 No,' replied the Squire.

 sWell, ak the letters that come one hun dred miles arc placed in the box of that number, and those which come one hundred and seyenty-6vs miles arc placed in box l75, and So on

 Now know says the Squire, the next day he stepped boldly up and sang out, One hxndred 0nd fffeenr

 The Post Master seeing he was stranger. and not of the house to which the box be- longed, asked him whose box he wanaeds

 T don't wan, marry box said the Squire.

 Whose letters do you want;' quoih the past Master.

 We'll says the Squire, T want to know II iher is arry letter fur me:

 What's your name'" again asked the Post Master

 Esquire Nathan Buskum,' replied the green 'un, 'aa' 'speek iettef from 10 haas, and hats one haudrrd ond .ffieen miles ap tAe eonntry'

 The Post Master busted, but ! don't re. member the number of buttons he lost