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When I was a youngster we lived next to a smithy that hooved horses and this was in the middle of a fairly big town. And round the corner was a horse's drinking fountain, hewn out of one big piece of granite. Not many used either though. It was the rag collector and the firewood seller... and that was perhaps it. The coal, cokes and cinders man used a handcart, his depot was not far away. I would say that beats having once been on a now outdated passenger ship, or owning a few brown coins though.
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