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Ea. Washington | My dad used to tell a story about when they hauled sacked wheat to town with a team and wagon. They had a dog that followed along and when they would pull on the scale the dog would lay under the wagon in the shade and after unloading the sacks the dog would take off for home ahead of the wagon. Got sold every wagon load. He said they didn't feel bad about it as it was a private elevator and they always seemed to find some extra dockage every year so he thought it was about even. | |
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