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1    7|      his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said
2    8|     leaves, corn blades, and potato vines.~ ~
3    8|     stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop, and his
4   14| tuberosa) on its string, the potato of the aborigines, a sort
5   14|  like that of a frost-bitten potato, and I found it better boiled
6   14| cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even
7   16|   door at dusk to nibble the potato parings which I had thrown
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