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By Mark Twain
WE dasn’t stop again at any town for days and days; kept right along down the river. We was down south in the warm weather now, and a mighty longways from home. We begun to come to trees with Spanish moss on them,hanging down from the limbs like long, gray beards. It was the first I ever see it growing, and it made the woods look solemn and dismal.