William S Robinson

29 Jul 1840 - 13 May 1936

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29 Jul 1840 - 13 May 1936
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William Smith Robinson's life on earth lasted almost a century from July 29, 1840 until May 13, 1936. He was privileged to see the world's greatest one hundred years of progress. This sketch is a record of the facts of his life and some of his many sayings, that we have heard him repeat as played ab

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William S Robinson

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American Fork City Cemetery

601-699 Alpine Hwy
American Fork, Utah, Utah
United States
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The History of the Life of William Smith Robinson

Contributor: willowfields Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago

William Smith Robinson's life on earth lasted almost a century from July 29, 1840 until May 13, 1936. He was privileged to see the world's greatest one hundred years of progress. This sketch is a record of the facts of his life and some of his many sayings, that we have heard him repeat as played about his door or visited with him in later years. One always learned something on the philosophy of life by conversing with him. He had a great sense of humor and spoke in plain bible-like language and terms. He enjoyed to study and read the Bible, a copy of which he always kept in the east window of his living room by his favorite chair. He lay his hand caressingly down on his cherished book and said: "This is my text book, there's none better. One little slate and a speller is about the only text book I ever had. You see, I was ten years old when our family came to American Fork the first year of its settlement 1850. There was so much hard work to do: breaking up of land and building our home and roads. William Greenwood had a bit of a school, but I guess we were a hard looking bunch of students, if you could call us that. We did more fooling than learning. I remember the old log benches were pretty hard sitting without any backs. But what I was going to say, if the folks of today would study the Bible more, we would be a better people. But it says here, "In the last days, people shall be a lover of pleasure more than a lover of God. Sabe?" “Sabe” is an Indian word meaning, “Do you understand?” that he used often to end sentences and he always spoke it with a little smile and chuckle. He loved the Red Man and understood his signs and some of his language. He often repeated an utterance of one of his familiar Indian friends. “You white men a good people when you first came into our high up valleys, but now you got fine homes, herds, and horses, you not so good.” You’ve all gone Democratic.” And I answered “No Republican, don’t condemn us. You were white once and will be white again someday.” And she held out her hand and said? “You are about a finger-length better than the others.” Grandfathers splendid robust physique, his kind jolly expression, his splendid poise and his humble friendly way endeared him to everyone. In his advanced age he could read without glasses, could hear fairly well and had the use of his own teeth. His crown of thick curly snow-white hair made him distinctive from other Will Robinson’s. There were three “Will Robinsons”, one termed Buffalo Bill, one mail-carrier Bill, and grandfather, Curly Bill. They were called by their nicknames more often than otherwise. I asked him one day, “To what do you attribute your long healthy life,” he replied “There is many things that makes a long life. Heritage habit and so on, but how you live is more important than how long you live.” Keeping God’s commandments is the big thing. Then you can live a long, happy life throughout all eternity. I’ve always tried to keep the first big commandment “Love your neighbor as yourself.” If you’re in doubt about the measuring line come in on your own side a little. That’s honesty. Sabe?” (1) “My father had a good strong body. He lived to be nearly 90. He taught us good habits. He was a strong and good man, my father was. He was kind, but strict, yes, he believed in Solomon’s rule alright. He used to quite often. I guess we needed it. I lived with father over a half a century, either in the same house or the same lot never leaving him two weeks at a time, so I ought to know him.” “He was a real pioneer, not only in Old England, but in America. I just came along with him. His life story is my life story only he was greater than I am. He came here for the Gospel’s sake and brought me. He was the first Railroad Conductor in the world on Robert Stevenson’s steam engine “The Rocket”. It went on the rails from Liverpool to Manchester England in the year 1830 The same year that the Church of Jesus Christ was organized. That was the beginning of great things. “How did your father come to get this position,” I asked him. “Well, we were just common people, and only the rich could pay to go to school, so my father had to go earn his own living by serving as a footman to an English Lord. This training taught him good characteristics and the Lord being part-owner in the railroad, recommended my father.” On his monument in American Fork City cemetery is carved a picture of the Rocket, under which is written, “Edward Robinson, The First Railroad Conductor in the World.” William Smith Robinson, son of Conductor Edward Robinson, was born July 29th 1840. The same year Mormonism was first preached in Manchester England, by Hiram Clark and William Clayton. When grandfather was about one year old, he became seriously ill, his mother, a very religious woman with great interest in this new religion sent for the Mormon Missionaries. Brigham Young was then in Manchester and came to their home, anointed and laid his hands upon the sick child’s head, and promised the parents that he should be made well and live to a ripe old age. Grandfather has been a living testimony of this healing, and always spoke of it with appreciative reverence. Soon after this his father also joined the church and often let the missionaries ride free on the railway cars. He would say, ‘Sit still and say nothing.” More than once he took them to his tailor and ordered a suit of clothes for them. It took a year or so for Mary Smith to persuade her husband to quit his fine position as conductor and leave their native land to join the Mormon saints who were then in Illinois, but the prayers for this little woman prevailed and in 1841 the parents with six children left their native land for America. Upon leaving, the railroad company presented William’s father with a silver watch in which was engraved: “To Edward Robinson in token of regard from the Directors of the Manchester Liverpool Railroad, 1842” This watch is now in the keeping of the Daughters of the Pioneers of American Fork, Adams Camp. William was two years old when the family crossed the Atlantic in an old sailing vessel, possibly the Emerald, which crossed the ocean in Oct. 1842. The children names were Richard, John, Elizabeth, Edward, William and Mary Jane. Mary and Martha died in Old England. It took them weeks to cross the water. They were delayed by storms and the mother and two of the children lay at death’s door during most of the voyage. In grandfather’s own words, “We thought we had struck it rich when we all set foot on land then changes ships for the steam propelled flat river boat which sailed up the enchanting Mississippi River for Nauvoo. The saints had built this beautiful city in Illinois (2) the banks of the Mississippi on swamp lands thought worthless by others. William’s father, believing this to be their permanent home, took their sayings and immediately built them a lovely little red brick two-story home. Learning the Gospel of Jesus Christ as taught by the Prophet Joseph Smith. In the newly built Nauvoo Temple, William and the other children were sealed to their parents, where they were endowed for all eternity. They envisioned only happiness ahead, but as the poet Burns said: “The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! *(Modern version of the poem -The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy!)” Within the next year 1844, the Prophet and brother Hyrum were martyred Grandfather William remembers his father lifting them up to look into the coffins, upon the handsome features of these noble leaders. This tragedy brought horror and unrest among the people. Grief came with even more force into the home of Edward Robinson for three months later in Sept. 1844 his wife more then 35 years of age was taken in death at the birth of her 9th child. The baby was named Joseph after the Prophet, died soon after says: “My mommy went to sleep with her baby and left us motherless. Without a mother queen in his home, life was discouraging for Edward. He employed Ann Wootten, a widow, with three of her children, Attie, John and Lizzie to take care of his household. She made such a good housekeeper that Edward proposed marriage to her and these two parents decided to rear their families together. Grandfather says, “Ann Wootten was a good stepmother to us, but I won’t say that she didn’t cuff our ears once in a while, but a mixed family of ten children was a big job for one woman and she did mighty well by us. One day I remember I was sick with the chills. We had this ? a lot, it was so damp along the Mississippi River. I crawled under the stove to get warm. Mammie gave me some quinine. I didn’t like it and refused it. When I spit it out she gave me a good cuffing, that time. Unrest and moving in Nauvoo again became rampant and Edward taking the advice of authorities to seek homes in nearby towns and hoping to get employment, traded his little dram home for a team of horses and moved his family to Burlington, Iowa. Here for four years they struggled, trying to save enough to make their journey with the saints to Utah. His half-brothers Alfred and Heber Robinson were born at Burlington, Iowa. Grandfather tells how he and the biggest children, with their father went to the mills and got roughin’s for ten cents a bushel. From this their mother made sack after sack of bread which they dried, to take with them on their journey across the plains. Speaking of the trials of crossing that 1,000 mile trek, he said, “I can’t say that it was such a trial, only at times. Some folks call themselves pioneers who were carried across the plains in arms but I was nine years of age so I remember it as if it were today, the young fellows thought it quite an adventure. We did rest get tired of the fun before we reached Salt Lake Valley, the miles seemed endless. The best we made was around 16 miles per day. So we plodded along all summer, three long months. The first boys the real pioneers were ahead of two years, for we came alone in 1849. Over 5,000 had gone ahead of us, so by then the paths first made by the light tread of the moccassined Indian were tramped into a dusty road, by the clumsy hoof of the oxen and (3) the rawhide boots of the men. My father held up his coarse boot one night and said, “This old clod cruncher don’t look much like the fine, polished English boots I wore in the Gentry. But such is the price of a pioneer life. Sabe!” We were well organized into companies often, and each man knew his daily duty. We had to kill rattle snakes and ford rivers. If we had a big stream to cross they would send one man ahead on the first yoke of oxen as a try out, if there was any quick sand the rest of the men were ready with the best cows to pull the wagon out. In that case it was better to move on and try again, or make a ferry to move everything thing across. The roads followed the streams a good bit of the way. The north Platt was a lovely river. The sweet water river got its name when a donkey went under its waves that was carrying two bags of sugar. The sugar was washed down the stream. The river gave us plenty of water for our needs and the banks were good grazing for our stock, night and morning. “Father drove tow good yoke of oxen to pull our two wagons and we had tow good cows, Paddy and Lilly. I remember Lilly was a hard looker. She had her tail bitten off by a coyote, when she was a calf, but they gave us plenty of milk to soak up our dried bread and with an occasional flapjack or egg from the hens we brought along we had a mighty healthy diet. I can’t say that we suffered for eats. More people suffer today with eating too much. Oh, yes, and we had roast buffalo meat, now and then. There were plenty of these dangerous looking animals on the plains. At a distance they looked like a patch of cedar trees. We gathered buffalo chips for use for fuel. The Indians sorta claimed the buffalo and deer and they didn’t like to see so many white men coming onto their hunting grounds. You take away the deer from him and you rob him of his food. So you can’t blame him for feeling hostile, and trying to frighten the whites away. The Lord has been good to us and made plenty of land for everyone if we could only behave ourselves and handle it half as well as he created it. Sabe?” The Indians didn’t trouble us much, but they gave the company ahead of us quite an experience. A band of Indians wanting to make trouble came rushing along all bedecked in gay feathers and succeeded in frightening the animals which were enclosed within the circle of wagons for the night. Before the night guards could get them started out through their entrance, the critters ran bellowing around and around and several person were trampled underfoot, and wagons mutilated. We saw deserted wagons. Animal carcases *(carcasses) marked the road all along. Our worst sorrow was seeing older people so weary and sick that they couldn’t go any farther. We stopped several times to bury the dead. I remember how worried we were when our stepmother too sick, and how we prayed for her. She had a beautiful baby while crossing the plains, but it went to sleep when it was five years old. Oh, our journey was a tough enough one but we came along singing. There never were happier young ones when the leaders said: “Only a few more mountains to climb and we see the Salt Lake Valley. If men hadn’t have come with fresh teams to give us a lift I don’t know whether we would have made the last grades or not. Our animals were pretty well done for. I believe the oxen held up better than the horses. The oxen never gets up enough speed to get as tired as the horses and he is much (4) easier handled, even at the plowing. He’s too slow though for this fast age, but gasoline is more dangerous and so is this age. When we finally started down grade into the valley we were a thankful lit, “Tis true the land with its purple sage appeared dry and deserted looking, compared with the green plains we had left behind us, but the streams and the beauty of the lade made up for the land’s dryness. The majestic mountains stood like sentinels guarding the people as they proceeded to build their homes once more Happy with the thought that they would never be driven on again. Aren’t we in the tops of the mountains? According to prophecy we are exalted above the hills. If we could live the gospel in its fullness people would be flocking here to learn of us, like black birds to a wheat stack. But we’ve got too rich now, we’ve become selfish. Where you heart is your treasure is also. We were happier when we were poorer. We were interested in each other then, neighbor shared with neighbor. If a poor immigrant came into the valley, everyone gave him a lift to clear his land or build his home. That was brotherly love and unity. And didn’t the master say: “Unless you are one, ye are not mine? President Brigham Young our great leader taught us how to hold our own industries and share the profits in business. But we’ve sold our birthright for a mess of pottage, so I guess we’ll have to suffer with the rest of the world. The new generations will have trials worse than crossing the plains before they get out of the mixup we’re in now. The first thing Edward Robinson did when he arrived in the valley was to secure land. He rented the John Taylor farm and immediately commenced fall plowing using the faithful oxen that had brought them across the plains. Here, Grandfather says? “I helped split logs to make walls to keep the wolves out of the milk. We cleared the land and broke the sage and skunk brunch up for fuel. We drove the oxen into the canyons to bring back cottonwood, wild game and berries. Deer and game were plentiful and that helped us out a lot when bread stuff was so scarce. We had to save most our grain for spring planting. You know it was the year before, in ’48 that the crickets got away with a big part of the crop, when the Lord in his mercy sent the Seagull to help us out. And we needed to much more grain and flour in ’49 for that is when the gold rushers came through. They were glad to trade tired animals for food stuff. That is how we got hold of some of our horses, sheep and cattle. Let us vision Edward Robinson’s pioneer home that first winter. A family of eleven children, three sets of half brothers and sisters, ranging in ages from one to nineteen years, living in one big room with its quaint fireplace, and black smoky kettles and primitive oven which must have been kept full to supply food for so many growing hungry youngsters, a spinning wheel, straw ticks made from the canvasses from the covered wagon, a crude box or chest made of native lumber which contained their Sunday clothes, two or three homemade chairs with buckskin bottoms. The last named articles I have cherished ever since my mother gave them to me upon the death of Great-Grandfather forty years ago and I have still got them in my possession. This was a home quite different to what might have been theirs had they remained in (5) England. Almost as humble as that of the Christ child. Yet I believe there was less murmuring than today in our expensive homes. A home which called for all the perserverance, thrift and patience, that individuals could cultivate. An Abode where every member of the family of an evening, bowed his head in reverence and knelt upon his knees in thankfulness, for the preservation of his life, for the daily sunshine and the soil and strength to bring about the things they visioned *(envisioned) ahead. Where there were scanty meals shared willingly. Kind services rendered unbegrudgingly, where a high standard of English culture was maintained in spite of the rough western setting. Where they were happy because each day meant improvement and progression. Content and happy as they were, this was as yet not their permanent home. A call came from the authorities asking the Saints to go to other valleys and make homes, since so many were coming with each company into the valley. Once more Edward Robinson answered the call, and loaded his scanty belongings into his one remaining wagon, one of his oxen had died but he yoked a cow in its place and again they all started out for what proved to be their final destined home. Their worldly possessions at this time were the scantiest they had ever owned. But that didn’t daunt their determination to work and plan toward future growth. And from this time on each year brought them added blessings and wealth. They journeyed south toward the beautiful Utah county called Provo Valley. Arza Adams and Stephen Chipman, theirs sons Nathan Adams and Henry Chipman had already passed through here on their way to the fort at Provo and they were so impressed with its prospects that they returned and in the spring of 1850 built the first tow log homes. They brought back the report of their find: vast green pasture lands around the fresh water Utah lake, abundant in fish, fertile bench lands covered with bunch grass. Lovely streams caring water through the virgin soil. And much wild game including antelope and deer, all enclosed and protected by the majestic mountains apparently rich in minerals. Picture this English family of thirteen souls, father and sons perhaps walking along side by side of the oxen and wagon. Women and children riding or perched upon their remaining few belongings. Imagine their oxen eyes of admiration when they pulled around the rugged path at the point of the mountain and first beheld this wonderful prospect of the final abode. And indeed it proved to be such. They purchased a lot and one room log house from Sol Thomas who wanted to join the Gold rushers. This lot was located where American Fork City Park now stands. The same corner where Granfather has live 86 years. Where three generations of Robinsons raised their families and no one else has ever owned. Here they again built them a two room house, which sufficed for a few years of Pioneer Enviroment but even then Grandfather says, “We were so many grown-up, that Ned, Richard and I had to sleep out in the straw with a bit of a log shed over it. But it wasn’t bad. It made us healthy. Our covers were fashioned from the animal belts. My stepmother was a good seamstress and sewed me a fine buckskin suit. It had a fine beaver collar. I caught the beaver on Provo River. Beaver were plentiful and some men got rich trapping. We knew how to tan our own leather. My suit was trimmed with some red bandings my mother had dyed, for our home spum of wool. And it lasted me and my younger brothers a good many years, and it was the kind of a (6) garb to have through our cold winter, especially when you had to break the ice on the water to wash yourself of a morning. We always kept our wash basin outside our humble cottage door. Then we had to carry the daily water from the city creek a block away. It was several years before father dug our rock well and drew the water out with buckets on ropes. You have it pretty slick now just to turn a tap and draw hot or cold water, roughing it must have proved beneficial to Grandfather for he grew into robust manhood and after earning a few acres of land of his own and building himself a small adobe house on his Fathers lot, sought himself a wife. There were several young ladies whom Grandfather admired as they chummed about at church or parties (sleigh riding was their choice of recreation) but the dark haired blue –eyed Orpha, daughter of Arza Adams, the miller won his heart. Arza operated the first grist mill as well as being the first home-builder in American Fork, William always spoke of his wife as Arza’s choice child, my little sweetheart, for she was only sixteen when he married her in the Endowment House in 1865. Mentioning their wedding trip he said: “Once more we trailed the oxen back over the road to Salt Lake City, pulling my bride to be and myself. Orpha had a new homespun dress and I had my first wool suit. We had with us a load of grain which I traded for two brass cooking kettles, a rocker, a stand, and two or three chairs which we put in our adobe home and started keeping house. Of this lovely couple, I can say: “Grandmother Orpha was more aggressive, the pushing power behind their high aims and ideals. Grandfather was the sure and talented type and very steady. With this combination they soon forged ahead and made a success of their family life. His wife always encouraged him to do church work as well as serving in a church capacity herself for many years. He was President of the MIA for a number of years befoe the wards were divided and served a block teacher most or his younger days. The time of his death he held the office of High Priest. They soon accumulated much land through their had work and savings, and in a short time they built them a six room English red-brick home, quite like his fathers dream house in Nauvoo in which Grandfather lived until his death. The American Fork City Officials tried several times to buy this home and lot from Grandfather and he would always reuse saying: “My home is too dear to be sold for money and I want to stay here until I die.” Which he did. His daughter Sabina kept house for him after the death of his wife in 1916. The children born to these fine parents were five sons & seven daughters. William E, Nathan, John, Arza, and Richard. Daughters Sabina Allen, Marry Halliday, Blanche Jackson, Olive Gardner, Florence Wolfgang, Ida Mann, Millie Howard. Nine of them live to comfort and honor their father in his advanced age. One of his last utterances was: You girls mustn’t try to keep me here longer. I’m ready to go. For Mother Orpha’s waiting. She’s watched for me now nearly 20 years.” The towering pine trees in front of his home, that he planted years ago will be for years a monument to his memory and remind us of his living presence. His life-time home has now been purchased by the City and converted into a beautiful park. Just before his death as he lay patiently waiting for the Great Master to set his spirit free from his aching body, I stood watching Grandfathers’s saintly countenance and serene (7) expression and these words came to me. “When you come to the end of a lovely life, like the last flickering rays of the setting sun, ‘Tis grand to reflect on time well spent, without one regret, as your soul marches on.” Part Autobiography of William Smith Robinson - Compiled by Unknown person Record was in possession of John Heber Robinson his son... (I was given this by his son Don S. Robinson) *(this section was reworded for ease of reading) this area was crossed out & not sure who thought it was incorrect This document was retyped by Jerilyn Jones

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1840
William S Robinson was born on 29 Jul 1840
William S Robinson was 19 years old when Charles Darwin publishes On the Origin of Species. Charles Robert Darwin, was an English naturalist, geologist and biologist, best known for his contributions to the science of evolution. He established that all species of life have descended over time from common ancestors and, in a joint publication with Alfred Russel Wallace, introduced his scientific theory that this branching pattern of evolution resulted from a process that he called natural selection, in which the struggle for existence has a similar effect to the artificial selection involved in selective breeding.
William S Robinson was 22 years old when U.S. President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, declaring the freedom of all slaves in Confederate territory by January 1, 1863. Abraham Lincoln was an American statesman and lawyer who served as the 16th President of the United States from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865. Lincoln led the United States through the American Civil War—its bloodiest war and perhaps its greatest moral, constitutional, and political crisis. In doing so, he preserved the Union, abolished slavery, strengthened the federal government, and modernized the economy.
William S Robinson was 34 years old when Winston Churchill, English colonel, journalist, and politician, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1965) Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill was a British politician, army officer, and writer, who was Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 1940 to 1945 and again from 1951 to 1955. As Prime Minister, Churchill led Britain to victory in the Second World War. Churchill represented five constituencies during his career as Member of Parliament (MP). Ideologically an economic liberal and British imperialist, he began and ended his parliamentary career as a member of the Conservative Party, which he led from 1940 to 1955, but for twenty years from 1904 he was a prominent member of the Liberal Party.
William S Robinson was 48 years old when The Great Blizzard of 1888 struck the northeastern United States, producing snowdrifts in excess of 50 ft (15 m) and confining some people to their houses for up to a week. The Great Blizzard of 1888 or Great Blizzard of '88 was one of the most severe recorded blizzards in the history of the United States of America. The storm, referred to as the Great White Hurricane, paralyzed the East Coast from the Chesapeake Bay to Maine, as well as the Atlantic provinces of Canada. Snowfalls of 10 to 58 inches fell in parts of New Jersey, New York, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut, and sustained winds of more than 45 miles per hour (72 km/h) produced snowdrifts in excess of 50 feet (15 m). Railroads were shut down, and people were confined to their houses for up to a week. Railway and telegraph lines were disabled, and this provided the impetus to move these pieces of infrastructure underground. Emergency services were also affected.
William S Robinson was 53 years old when Electrical engineer Nikola Tesla gives the first public demonstration of radio in St. Louis, Missouri. Nikola Tesla was a Serbian American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, physicist, and futurist who is best known for his contributions to the design of the modern alternating current (AC) electricity supply system.
William S Robinson was 68 years old when Ford puts the Model T car on the market at a price of US$825. Ford Motor Company is an American multinational automaker headquartered in Dearborn, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. It was founded by Henry Ford and incorporated on June 16, 1903. The company sells automobiles and commercial vehicles under the Ford brand and most luxury cars under the Lincoln brand. Ford also owns Brazilian SUV manufacturer Troller, an 8% stake in Aston Martin of the United Kingdom, and a 49% stake in Jiangling Motors of China. It also has joint-ventures in China, Taiwan, Thailand, Turkey, and Russia. The company is listed on the New York Stock Exchange and is controlled by the Ford family; they have minority ownership but the majority of the voting power.
William S Robinson was 74 years old when Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were assassinated by a Yugoslav nationalist named Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo, sparking the outbreak of World War I. Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Archduke of Austria-Este was a member of the imperial Habsburg dynasty, and from 1896 until his death the heir presumptive (Thronfolger) to the Austro-Hungarian throne. His assassination in Sarajevo precipitated Austria-Hungary's declaration of war against Serbia, which in turn triggered a series of events that resulted in Austria-Hungary's allies and Serbia's declaring war on each other, starting World War I.
William S Robinson was 80 years old when The Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution was ratified, guaranteeing women's suffrage in America. The Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution prohibits the states and the federal government from denying the right to vote to citizens of the United States on the basis of sex. It was adopted on August 18, 1920.
William S Robinson died on 13 May 1936 at the age of 95
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