March 12, 2016 • 16 mins
Tsali is a Cherokee ghost story from North Carolina about a brave warrior whose stance against the white man would make him a legend.
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"Tsali" was written by Craig Dominey
Storyteller: Jim McAmis
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(00:02):
(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Night has fallen, and the moon is a
glowing golden orb in the black sky.
See how it shines on the dark back
roads of America, and on one road in
particular.
Come with us, and we'll take a walk
(00:23):
down the moonlit road, for the night is
waiting.
And the moon is full.
The Moonlit Road presents, episode 53, Solly.
Written by Craig Domeney, and told by Jim
McCamus.
(00:50):
The year was 1838.
As the first rays of early morning light
crept through the dark and misty mountain valley,
Solly gazed out of his tiny cave with
a heavy heart.
As a young boy, Solly remembered running through
the thick woods, and scampering up the steep
rocky hillsides that surrounded his Cherokee village in
western North Carolina.
(01:11):
The mountains were his place of escape.
A place where he could dream, and be
alone with his thoughts.
But now, as an ailing 60-year-old
man, Solly was hiding in these hills for
a very different reason.
Solly looked out and saw the caves where
his fellow villagers were hiding.
(01:32):
Many were shivering in the early morning chill,
for in their haste to leave, they didn't
have time to pack their belongings.
Those closest greeted Solly with a smile and
a nod, oftentimes through chattering teeth.
For Solly was one of the elders of
the village, and highly respected amongst his people.
(01:52):
Solly managed to smile back, but in his
heart, he knew that as long as he
stayed here, he was a danger to all
of them.
For of all the fugitive Cherokees, he was
the one that was most wanted by the
white man.
And now, as the bright morning light slowly
burned through the bluish mist, Solly knew he
(02:13):
was about to make the most important decision
of his life.
Only two weeks ago, Solly had awakened at
the crack of dawn, and joined his two
strong sons for their normal round of farm
chores.
Solly and his family lived in a modest
log cabin on their own farm, raising corn
(02:35):
and other vegetables.
Although Solly could feel his old age creeping
through his brittle bones, he stubbornly refused to
rest.
For to him, hard work was what made
the man.
The Cherokee who lived in North Carolina in
the 1800s didn't wear headdresses, nor did they
(02:55):
live in teepees.
They dressed like the white man and lived
in small villages, complete with stores, churches, and
schools.
They had their own alphabet, and even published
their own newspaper.
Even though the white settlers had taken over
most of their land through the years, the
Cherokees wanted to be accepted by the white
(03:17):
man, and to live in peace.
But to many white people, no matter what
advances the Cherokees made, they would always be
an inferior race of savages.
When gold was discovered down in Georgia, white
prospectors flooded the area.
They harassed the Cherokees, looted their homes, and
stole their livestock.
(03:37):
Other white settlers stood by like vultures as
these crimes took place, waiting to pounce on
the Cherokee land in case they fled.
The Cherokees thought surely the U.S. government
would send troops to help them, for they
had been promised that they could stay on
this land.
But no help ever arrived.
(03:59):
It was no surprise to Solly when word
came to his village one day that United
States President Andrew Jackson had made a horrible
announcement.
He ordered the Cherokees to move from their
North Carolina homeland to strange lands out west.
This was a ridiculous order.
They were farmers, not hunters.
(04:20):
How could they uproot everything and move?
Their ancestors had lived on this land for
centuries, and as long as their spirits remained
there, Solly's people could never leave.
So Solly and his people refused the order,
choosing instead to fight back the white man's
way through the courts.
(04:41):
Two years had passed since the order, and
as Solly worked on his farm that morning,
he had almost forgotten that he and his
people were living in contempt of the U
.S. government.
He limped down to the barn to milk
the cows, and just as he reached the
door, an ear-splitting scream sounded through the
(05:01):
air, followed by a loud crash!
Solly dropped his bucket and ran outside the
barn.
As he looked down on the village, he
could see a small group of white soldiers,
armed with rifles and bayonets, kicking down doors
of the homes, taking away the men and
women and children who were yanked, screaming and
hollering out of their houses, not even giving
(05:23):
time to look back.
As they left, white looters ransacked their homes,
snatching everything of value they could find.
Solly's sons ran up behind him.
"'What's going on?' said the eldest son, his
eyes filled with horror.
"'What are they doing?' Solly pushed them back
towards the house.
(05:44):
"'Go get your mother!
We've got to get out of here!' Solly's
wife had come down with a bad fever,
and could barely muster the strength to get
out of bed.
But now she was forced to run.
As Solly's sons grabbed her, and with Solly
leading the way, they ran away from their
(06:04):
home forever, taking nothing with them.
As they ran, they could hear the soldiers
yelling for them to stop.
"'Don't look back!' yelled Solly to his family.
"'Just keep moving!' As they reached the outskirts
of the village, a group of cavalry encircled
them.
Solly's eldest son tried to escape, but a
soldier clubbed him in the head with the
(06:26):
butt of his rifle.
Solly frantically looked around, his pale wife gasping
for breath on his arm.
They were helplessly surrounded.
Solly's family was marched away from the village
at gunpoint, along with other villagers who had
tried to escape.
One thing the Cherokees had never given up
(06:48):
was their native tongue, and whenever the white
soldiers weren't looking, Solly whispered to his fellow
villagers along the trail.
He learned that many Cherokees had managed to
escape into the hills.
He also learned that the white soldiers had
stockades set up to imprison the Cherokees before
they were forced out west.
Some had heard that the stockades were overcrowded
(07:10):
and filthy, and that many Cherokees were already
sick and dying.
Solly looked over at his poor, feverish wife,
barely able to stand.
She won't be able to live in such
a place, he thought.
His blood boiled inside him.
For the first time in his life, he
was helpless.
His manhood taken away, he could do nothing
(07:32):
to help his family.
In the distance, they could see the stockade.
A makeshift wooden fort billowing smoke and misery
from its depths.
At the sight of it, Solly's wife suddenly
froze, her eyes filled with fear.
Keep moving, snarled the soldier behind her.
(07:53):
In her sickness, she paid no attention to
him.
Impatient, the soldier jabbed her in the back
with his bayonet.
She tumbled to the ground.
Without thinking, Solly leapt at the soldier, wrestling
him to the ground.
They struggled for the gun, Solly's rage filling
him with youthful strength.
Suddenly, the gun went off and the soldier
(08:13):
fell limp with a bloody hole shot through
his chest.
Solly stood up with the gun and aimed
it at the other soldier.
The second soldier was in a state of
shock, unsure what to do.
In the distance, Solly could see the other
soldiers looking back at them, screaming for reinforcements.
He snatched the rifle from the soldier and
shot him from his horse.
(08:35):
Now, scores of soldiers were running towards them.
Solly frantically looked about him, unsure where to
go.
Then, he looked up into the dark hills,
the same hills he had lost himself in
as a boy.
He knew every inch of those hills, and
if his family was going to be captured,
they weren't going to surrender without a fight.
(08:56):
Solly hoisted his wife onto his shoulder and
turned towards the hills.
Run, he screamed to his family.
Through the deep woods, they ran.
Up and over the rocky hillsides, crossing treacherous
mountain rivers.
(09:17):
Finally, stopping in a remote valley, farther away
than any white soldier had ever traveled.
A number of caves riddled the hills around
the valley, and as Solly expected, other fugitive
Cherokees had also come here to hide.
Solly warmly greeted his friends and neighbors before
finding his own crevice, hiding his family inside
(09:39):
and pondering what to do next.
For days, they waited, but no white soldier
appeared.
But Solly figured it was only a matter
of time, for he had just killed two
white soldiers.
There was no way they were going to
let him get away with that.
Then, almost a week after the invasion, some
(09:59):
Cherokee scouts passed word up the valley that
a white man was approaching the caves.
The odd thing was, he was walking through
the valley alone, with no weapons that they
could see.
Perhaps he was a white settler lost in
the woods.
No one made a move to kill him,
for the last thing they needed was more
(10:20):
white blood on their hands.
Solly peered out of his cave as the
white man slowly walked out of the woods.
He was dressed like a mountain man, in
dirty, ragged clothes.
It was then that Solly recognized him.
He was William Thomas, a white trader who
had done a lot of business with Solly's
village.
(10:41):
William knew these woods as well, if not
better, than Solly, and must have known exactly
where the fugitive Cherokees had gone to hide.
Solly and William weren't friends, but Solly respected
him enough to know that he was a
man of honor and had come alone.
Solly crept out of the cave and walked
(11:02):
slowly down the hillside towards him.
William shook his hand, then explained what business
had brought him up here.
General Scott is furious about what you've done,
Solly.
He says he's going to bring his men
up here to hunt you down.
You may be able to hide up in
these hills for a while, but one of
these days, he's going to find you.
(11:24):
You and your people are going to spend
the rest of your lives on the run.
Solly nodded and stared at the ground, William's
harsh words ringing true.
But he sent me up here with an
offer, William continued.
He says that if you'll give yourself up,
he'll call off his search, and your people
can stay in these hills as long as
(11:46):
they want.
He gave his word.
Solly glared at William and said, His word
means nothing to me.
I've heard these promises from the white man
before.
Why should I believe him?
What choice do you have?
asked William.
You stay here, he'll come after you anyway.
(12:10):
And he may be mad enough at that
point to kill you and your people.
He doesn't want to send his soldiers up
into this wilderness, not when he's only after
one man, but he will if he has
to.
Solly looked up into the cloudless sky, pondering
the offer.
(12:30):
In his heart, he knew that William was
right.
As long as he stayed in hiding, he
was a danger to his family and to
his community.
He sighed a deep sigh, then replied, Whatever
decision I make, I must speak with my
family first.
Come back in one week, and I will
give you my answer.
(13:02):
As the morning sun rose over the valley
a week later, Solly had made his decision.
He would give himself up to the white
man and face certain death.
Throughout the night, he consoled his wife and
children, trying to make them understand that it
was his life for a thousand.
To his sons, he asked that they always
(13:23):
look after their mother and help the community
rebuild itself.
To his wife, he promised through his tears
that they would be together soon, in spirit.
William returned that morning, and Solly joined him
for the long walk back to the village.
Behind him, he could hear the wailing sounds
of his entire community, filling the dark hills
(13:44):
with their sorrow.
Solly could not bear to look back.
Solly and William walked in silence through the
thick forest.
Solly breathed in the cool mountain air, taking
in every smell, sound, and sight that he
could.
He had always loved these hills, and he
(14:05):
prayed that his spirit would still walk here
long after he was gone.
The next day, Solly arrived back at the
village, or what was left of it.
All the homes had been either looted or
burned to the ground, crops and livestock destroyed.
Solly hoped that William was right and that
the rest of his people would be spared
(14:26):
further misery.
The soldiers grabbed Solly and pushed him towards
the other assembled soldiers.
As a final affront to the Cherokees, General
Scott had ordered two of his Cherokee prisoners
to serve as Solly's executioners.
As they tied Solly and stood him against
the wall, they begged him to wear a
(14:46):
blindfold.
But Solly calmly refused, choosing instead to stare
one last time at the sky and lift
his eyes to his heels as the bullets
tore through his heart.
Thanks to Solly's heroic sacrifice, the white soldiers
(15:08):
never marched into the hills after the Cherokee
fugitives.
They were allowed to stay, and in later
years their descendants became the Eastern Band of
Cherokees.
To this day, these Cherokees still live in
western North Carolina on land specifically designated for
them.
You can visit them today in the town
(15:29):
of Cherokee, North Carolina.
As more hikers began exploring the area in
modern times, reports came back of a mysterious,
shadowy figure wandering through the dense forest.
In the blink of an eye, the figure
would disappear, only to reappear again.
(15:50):
Other folks saw the figure at night, silhouetted
tall in the sky against the bright moon.
Local newspapers wrote stories about this mysterious ghost,
and curiosity seekers soon filled the area.
But the Eastern Band of Cherokees knew who
this mystery figure was.
They knew it was Solly, returning to wander
(16:14):
forever through the majestic hills he loved.
That concludes this tale from the Moonlit Road.
Be sure to visit our website at themoonlitroad
(16:36):
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in beautiful Stone Mountain, Georgia.
Thanks for listening, and we'll see you next
time.
(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Night has fallen, and the moon is a
glowing golden orb in the black sky.
See how it shines on the dark back
roads of America, and on one road in
particular.
Come with us, and we'll take a walk
(00:23):
down the moonlit road, for the night is
waiting.
And the moon is full.
The Moonlit Road presents, episode 53, Solly.
Written by Craig Domeney, and told by Jim
McCamus.
(00:50):
The year was 1838.
As the first rays of early morning light
crept through the dark and misty mountain valley,
Solly gazed out of his tiny cave with
a heavy heart.
As a young boy, Solly remembered running through
the thick woods, and scampering up the steep
rocky hillsides that surrounded his Cherokee village in
western North Carolina.
(01:11):
The mountains were his place of escape.
A place where he could dream, and be
alone with his thoughts.
But now, as an ailing 60-year-old
man, Solly was hiding in these hills for
a very different reason.
Solly looked out and saw the caves where
his fellow villagers were hiding.
(01:32):
Many were shivering in the early morning chill,
for in their haste to leave, they didn't
have time to pack their belongings.
Those closest greeted Solly with a smile and
a nod, oftentimes through chattering teeth.
For Solly was one of the elders of
the village, and highly respected amongst his people.
(01:52):
Solly managed to smile back, but in his
heart, he knew that as long as he
stayed here, he was a danger to all
of them.
For of all the fugitive Cherokees, he was
the one that was most wanted by the
white man.
And now, as the bright morning light slowly
burned through the bluish mist, Solly knew he
(02:13):
was about to make the most important decision
of his life.
Only two weeks ago, Solly had awakened at
the crack of dawn, and joined his two
strong sons for their normal round of farm
chores.
Solly and his family lived in a modest
log cabin on their own farm, raising corn
(02:35):
and other vegetables.
Although Solly could feel his old age creeping
through his brittle bones, he stubbornly refused to
rest.
For to him, hard work was what made
the man.
The Cherokee who lived in North Carolina in
the 1800s didn't wear headdresses, nor did they
(02:55):
live in teepees.
They dressed like the white man and lived
in small villages, complete with stores, churches, and
schools.
They had their own alphabet, and even published
their own newspaper.
Even though the white settlers had taken over
most of their land through the years, the
Cherokees wanted to be accepted by the white
(03:17):
man, and to live in peace.
But to many white people, no matter what
advances the Cherokees made, they would always be
an inferior race of savages.
When gold was discovered down in Georgia, white
prospectors flooded the area.
They harassed the Cherokees, looted their homes, and
stole their livestock.
(03:37):
Other white settlers stood by like vultures as
these crimes took place, waiting to pounce on
the Cherokee land in case they fled.
The Cherokees thought surely the U.S. government
would send troops to help them, for they
had been promised that they could stay on
this land.
But no help ever arrived.
(03:59):
It was no surprise to Solly when word
came to his village one day that United
States President Andrew Jackson had made a horrible
announcement.
He ordered the Cherokees to move from their
North Carolina homeland to strange lands out west.
This was a ridiculous order.
They were farmers, not hunters.
(04:20):
How could they uproot everything and move?
Their ancestors had lived on this land for
centuries, and as long as their spirits remained
there, Solly's people could never leave.
So Solly and his people refused the order,
choosing instead to fight back the white man's
way through the courts.
(04:41):
Two years had passed since the order, and
as Solly worked on his farm that morning,
he had almost forgotten that he and his
people were living in contempt of the U
.S. government.
He limped down to the barn to milk
the cows, and just as he reached the
door, an ear-splitting scream sounded through the
(05:01):
air, followed by a loud crash!
Solly dropped his bucket and ran outside the
barn.
As he looked down on the village, he
could see a small group of white soldiers,
armed with rifles and bayonets, kicking down doors
of the homes, taking away the men and
women and children who were yanked, screaming and
hollering out of their houses, not even giving
(05:23):
time to look back.
As they left, white looters ransacked their homes,
snatching everything of value they could find.
Solly's sons ran up behind him.
"'What's going on?' said the eldest son, his
eyes filled with horror.
"'What are they doing?' Solly pushed them back
towards the house.
(05:44):
"'Go get your mother!
We've got to get out of here!' Solly's
wife had come down with a bad fever,
and could barely muster the strength to get
out of bed.
But now she was forced to run.
As Solly's sons grabbed her, and with Solly
leading the way, they ran away from their
(06:04):
home forever, taking nothing with them.
As they ran, they could hear the soldiers
yelling for them to stop.
"'Don't look back!' yelled Solly to his family.
"'Just keep moving!' As they reached the outskirts
of the village, a group of cavalry encircled
them.
Solly's eldest son tried to escape, but a
soldier clubbed him in the head with the
(06:26):
butt of his rifle.
Solly frantically looked around, his pale wife gasping
for breath on his arm.
They were helplessly surrounded.
Solly's family was marched away from the village
at gunpoint, along with other villagers who had
tried to escape.
One thing the Cherokees had never given up
(06:48):
was their native tongue, and whenever the white
soldiers weren't looking, Solly whispered to his fellow
villagers along the trail.
He learned that many Cherokees had managed to
escape into the hills.
He also learned that the white soldiers had
stockades set up to imprison the Cherokees before
they were forced out west.
Some had heard that the stockades were overcrowded
(07:10):
and filthy, and that many Cherokees were already
sick and dying.
Solly looked over at his poor, feverish wife,
barely able to stand.
She won't be able to live in such
a place, he thought.
His blood boiled inside him.
For the first time in his life, he
was helpless.
His manhood taken away, he could do nothing
(07:32):
to help his family.
In the distance, they could see the stockade.
A makeshift wooden fort billowing smoke and misery
from its depths.
At the sight of it, Solly's wife suddenly
froze, her eyes filled with fear.
Keep moving, snarled the soldier behind her.
(07:53):
In her sickness, she paid no attention to
him.
Impatient, the soldier jabbed her in the back
with his bayonet.
She tumbled to the ground.
Without thinking, Solly leapt at the soldier, wrestling
him to the ground.
They struggled for the gun, Solly's rage filling
him with youthful strength.
Suddenly, the gun went off and the soldier
(08:13):
fell limp with a bloody hole shot through
his chest.
Solly stood up with the gun and aimed
it at the other soldier.
The second soldier was in a state of
shock, unsure what to do.
In the distance, Solly could see the other
soldiers looking back at them, screaming for reinforcements.
He snatched the rifle from the soldier and
shot him from his horse.
(08:35):
Now, scores of soldiers were running towards them.
Solly frantically looked about him, unsure where to
go.
Then, he looked up into the dark hills,
the same hills he had lost himself in
as a boy.
He knew every inch of those hills, and
if his family was going to be captured,
they weren't going to surrender without a fight.
(08:56):
Solly hoisted his wife onto his shoulder and
turned towards the hills.
Run, he screamed to his family.
Through the deep woods, they ran.
Up and over the rocky hillsides, crossing treacherous
mountain rivers.
(09:17):
Finally, stopping in a remote valley, farther away
than any white soldier had ever traveled.
A number of caves riddled the hills around
the valley, and as Solly expected, other fugitive
Cherokees had also come here to hide.
Solly warmly greeted his friends and neighbors before
finding his own crevice, hiding his family inside
(09:39):
and pondering what to do next.
For days, they waited, but no white soldier
appeared.
But Solly figured it was only a matter
of time, for he had just killed two
white soldiers.
There was no way they were going to
let him get away with that.
Then, almost a week after the invasion, some
(09:59):
Cherokee scouts passed word up the valley that
a white man was approaching the caves.
The odd thing was, he was walking through
the valley alone, with no weapons that they
could see.
Perhaps he was a white settler lost in
the woods.
No one made a move to kill him,
for the last thing they needed was more
(10:20):
white blood on their hands.
Solly peered out of his cave as the
white man slowly walked out of the woods.
He was dressed like a mountain man, in
dirty, ragged clothes.
It was then that Solly recognized him.
He was William Thomas, a white trader who
had done a lot of business with Solly's
village.
(10:41):
William knew these woods as well, if not
better, than Solly, and must have known exactly
where the fugitive Cherokees had gone to hide.
Solly and William weren't friends, but Solly respected
him enough to know that he was a
man of honor and had come alone.
Solly crept out of the cave and walked
(11:02):
slowly down the hillside towards him.
William shook his hand, then explained what business
had brought him up here.
General Scott is furious about what you've done,
Solly.
He says he's going to bring his men
up here to hunt you down.
You may be able to hide up in
these hills for a while, but one of
these days, he's going to find you.
(11:24):
You and your people are going to spend
the rest of your lives on the run.
Solly nodded and stared at the ground, William's
harsh words ringing true.
But he sent me up here with an
offer, William continued.
He says that if you'll give yourself up,
he'll call off his search, and your people
can stay in these hills as long as
(11:46):
they want.
He gave his word.
Solly glared at William and said, His word
means nothing to me.
I've heard these promises from the white man
before.
Why should I believe him?
What choice do you have?
asked William.
You stay here, he'll come after you anyway.
(12:10):
And he may be mad enough at that
point to kill you and your people.
He doesn't want to send his soldiers up
into this wilderness, not when he's only after
one man, but he will if he has
to.
Solly looked up into the cloudless sky, pondering
the offer.
(12:30):
In his heart, he knew that William was
right.
As long as he stayed in hiding, he
was a danger to his family and to
his community.
He sighed a deep sigh, then replied, Whatever
decision I make, I must speak with my
family first.
Come back in one week, and I will
give you my answer.
(13:02):
As the morning sun rose over the valley
a week later, Solly had made his decision.
He would give himself up to the white
man and face certain death.
Throughout the night, he consoled his wife and
children, trying to make them understand that it
was his life for a thousand.
To his sons, he asked that they always
(13:23):
look after their mother and help the community
rebuild itself.
To his wife, he promised through his tears
that they would be together soon, in spirit.
William returned that morning, and Solly joined him
for the long walk back to the village.
Behind him, he could hear the wailing sounds
of his entire community, filling the dark hills
(13:44):
with their sorrow.
Solly could not bear to look back.
Solly and William walked in silence through the
thick forest.
Solly breathed in the cool mountain air, taking
in every smell, sound, and sight that he
could.
He had always loved these hills, and he
(14:05):
prayed that his spirit would still walk here
long after he was gone.
The next day, Solly arrived back at the
village, or what was left of it.
All the homes had been either looted or
burned to the ground, crops and livestock destroyed.
Solly hoped that William was right and that
the rest of his people would be spared
(14:26):
further misery.
The soldiers grabbed Solly and pushed him towards
the other assembled soldiers.
As a final affront to the Cherokees, General
Scott had ordered two of his Cherokee prisoners
to serve as Solly's executioners.
As they tied Solly and stood him against
the wall, they begged him to wear a
(14:46):
blindfold.
But Solly calmly refused, choosing instead to stare
one last time at the sky and lift
his eyes to his heels as the bullets
tore through his heart.
Thanks to Solly's heroic sacrifice, the white soldiers
(15:08):
never marched into the hills after the Cherokee
fugitives.
They were allowed to stay, and in later
years their descendants became the Eastern Band of
Cherokees.
To this day, these Cherokees still live in
western North Carolina on land specifically designated for
them.
You can visit them today in the town
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of Cherokee, North Carolina.
As more hikers began exploring the area in
modern times, reports came back of a mysterious,
shadowy figure wandering through the dense forest.
In the blink of an eye, the figure
would disappear, only to reappear again.
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Other folks saw the figure at night, silhouetted
tall in the sky against the bright moon.
Local newspapers wrote stories about this mysterious ghost,
and curiosity seekers soon filled the area.
But the Eastern Band of Cherokees knew who
this mystery figure was.
They knew it was Solly, returning to wander
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forever through the majestic hills he loved.
That concludes this tale from the Moonlit Road.
Be sure to visit our website at themoonlitroad
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.com to find out more about our stories
and let us know how we're doing.
The Moonlit Road is produced and directed by
Craig Dominey, recorded and soundscaped by Henry Howard
in beautiful Stone Mountain, Georgia.
Thanks for listening, and we'll see you next
time.
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