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I am Chester, the founder of these here mines. My caverns run deep and are rich with silver. My rivers gush with fools gold. My trees reach into the heavens. My wind howels like a powering locomotive. My....ah nevermind. Just give me some food.
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A drill hole in the mine pit.
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I run these here woods.......give me food.
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The fiesty Nick C. negotiates the complicated canyon crevice with confidence
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A rare sighting of a "jaymo" in the Chester Mines. These local endangered creatures, not known for thier mobility, feast on cave dwelling squirells during their hibronation months of the winter. But watch yourselves if encountered by a "jaymo", for thier quick whit, and cunning hunting ability are hard to escape
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I did it, I found the silver!!
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