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CHAPTER FOUR-2
“I can hardly believe it.” “It’s true,” replied Mr. Wilbur. “And what is more at the time of the Revolutionary War it was a sure remedy for constipation.” Georgie found all this very amusing. “Then,” Mr. Wilbur continued, “a certain Mr. Kier discovered it made a good, if rather smelly, lighting fluid. And that of course was just the beginning.” “It’s more fascinating than a fairy story,” Georgie said. “Please go on.” “I think it was in 1857, the owner of a small piece of land decided that underground an oil creek there must be a primary source for the substance Mr. Kier had bottled so profitably. He found that by tapping wells with a pick and shovel there was an ooze of oil.” Georgie was listening to him intently. “When a friend of his nearly drowned,” Mr. Wilbur continued, “bec
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