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| © From Life and Labors of Elijah H. Pilcher of Michigan |
by Laura Bien
posted 12/20/2009
Slimy logs shifting along the swollen Grand River trapped the horse's hock. But the rider didn't curse--that would be unseemly for an itinerant Methodist preacher on the Michigan frontier. Elijah Pilcher freed his horse's leg, then rode into the October-chilled water near Jackson. Unexpectedly deep, it lapped over his thighs and into the leather saddlebags that
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