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Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Chez les Canses: Chouteau's Town Before Kansas City


“The period of time from [Berenice Chouteau’s] advent, until now, marks an era of history, an era of transformation and development over more than half of the continent such as we may safely say the world has never witnessed before.”
                                                -John Calvin McCoy, November 1888

Telling the story of the first settlement of what would be Kansas City would never be complete without covering the first white settlers in this region. Before there was a Town Company purchasing land at the site of Kansas City in 1838, there were a few dozen French Catholic families that uprooted their lives in the St. Louis area and followed a young man and his stoic wife westward across the newly established state of Missouri to establish a fur trading post along the river.
John Heller painting depicting fur trading in the
wilderness of St. Louis. This would be a similar site to
what would have been seen at the future site of
Kansas City.



After the Louisiana Purchase, Americans led by William Clark established Fort Osage, 25 miles east of the future site of Kansas City, in 1808. Its purpose was to provide a military presence in the territory and to develop a healthy relationship with Native American tribes- especially the Osage. In addition to its purpose as a fort, it also functioned as a government-operated fur trading post that was in operation until 1822.

The end of Fort Osage in Missouri meant that business for independent fur traders could begin.  This early commerce on the western side of Missouri was launched when a newly-married couple took a risk by settling on the edge of the frontier. The future of fur trading in western Missouri would be directly connected to them, and Kansas City likely wouldn’t have developed without the Chouteau’s enterprising spirit.

But before we talk about this incredible journey and what was accomplished in only a few years, we need to examine what was up in this area before they took the gamble in the wilderness on what was the westernmost edge of the United States.

As fate would have it, the Chouteau family is linked to the two largest cities in Missouri. Francois Gesseau Chouteau was born in 1797 in St. Louis, Mo., son of Jean Pierre Chouteau (1758-1849). The area at the time was under the control of the Spanish. His uncle, Auguste, co-founded St. Louis 33 years before his birth.

Oil painting of Berenice Chouteau. No photos exist
of her. Courtesy of Native Sons.
His family was strengthened by their relationship with Native American tribes. As French fur traders and merchants, the Chouteau family operated St. Louis Fur Company which held the rights to fur trade with the Osage tribe in that area. Francois, known as “Gesseau” to family and friends, was particularly close to the Osage- so close, in fact, that at the age of seventeen he became a father for the first time after a relationship with an Osage woman named Marie.

The fact of the matter is that these French fur traders oftentimes had Native American wives or relationships with Native American women.

In 1819 at the age of twenty-two, Francois further connected his enterprises by marrying eighteen-year-old Therese Berenice Menard, simply known as Berenice to family and friends. Berenice was the daughter of Pierre Menard, a French-Canadian fur trapper who settled across the river from Ste. Genevieve, Mo. in Kaskaskia, Illinois and served as the first lieutenant governor of that state. She was described as being strong and healthy with a personal connection to Native Americans. As a child, she had played alongside Indian children in Kaskaskia.


St. Louis traders were ready to take over the fur business abandoned by Fort Osage. Twenty-two year-old Francois and his eighteen-year-old wife, Berenice opted for an interesting honeymoon. Kansas City founder John C. McCoy wrote in his memoirs, “Berenice first saw this place in 1819, when on her way from St. Louis to the frontier trading post of the Black Snake hills (St. Joseph). It was her bridal tour with her husband on a keelboat, requiring about six weeks to make the trip.” 

Well isn’t that romantic….

Even contemplating how stressful this would be- paddling up a river moving at an average of six miles per hour- in a keelboat to the wilderness is petrifying.

On this journey, the young Chouteau couple saw the opportunities that could arise along the convergence of the Missouri and Kaw Rivers and planned to return to the area to establish a new trading post for the American Fur Company.

Originally known as Chez les Canses (village of the Kanza), the region offered many chances to expand the Chouteau’s St. Louis fur-trading business. In the fall of 1821, Louis Berthold was sent up the Missouri with his wife, two employees and his stepson to prepare for this new trading post on the south bank of the Missouri River just opposite of Randolph Point. Randolph Point was a famous crossing place for the Indian tribes of the north and south sides of the Missouri River.

Just a short time later, “a party of Indians came along and tore down their cabin and ordered them to leave the country on pain of losing their scalps or lives if the order was disobeyed.”

So much for friendly relations with the Native Americans!

Instead of leaving, the little company moved to the north side, built a simple structure, and awaited the arrival of the Chouteau’s.

In early 1822, Francois Chouteau came back to western Missouri with around 35 employees, three keelboats of supplies and merchandise for the Indian trade, his wife, and two young children.

1840 map drawn by Fr. Nicholas Point showing 26 Catholic families in
Kansas City. Map adjusted by John Dawson to show current locations.
The journey would have been tough without two babies in tow. I have some serious respect for Berenice.

They erected extensive log buildings on the north side near Randolph Point in Clay Co., cleared the dense forest of river bottom lands and began trade with the Native Americans. Two Indian trails ran nearby, offering trade from every direction- by land and by water.

Following Francois and his wife in 1825 were twenty-one year old Cyprian and sixteen-year old Frederick, brothers of Francois. Their mission was to expand their fur trading business even further to the west. At first, Cyprian settled on the south bank of the Kaw River about six miles from the mouth while Frederick moved about eight miles above Topeka and traded with the Kaws at Horseshoe Lake.

More on these two brothers in a minute.

In April 1826, a flood destroyed all six buildings at the trading post. As luck would have it, the land to the south- which was on higher ground and had better river access- had been ceded a year prior by the Osage and was open for settlement.

A second post in 1827 in the heart of what would be Kansas City, only in operation for one season, sat at the foot of the river on the south bank near Troost Ave. The Chouteau’s acquired several hundred acres, including a working farm. Francois moved his trading post a final time to the south bank of the Kaw about two miles above the city of Argentine. 

A major cholera outbreak in 1827 slowed the Chouteau’s progress. Berenice baptized 75 dying Indian children, lost two of her own children, sewed shrouds for those that died (including using her own wedding gown as fabric), and established relationships with the Kanza, Seminole and Osage tribes. 

Again, Berenice was tough as nails.

Frederick Chouteau (1809-1891)
By the early 1830s, at least one hundred French Catholic families settled into the area, and many of these families included Native American “half-breeds” from the continued relationships with tribes. The Chouteau trading post was the center of activity. All these families were involved in the fur trade, and most lived in the West Bottoms near the mouth of the Kaw River.  Most of the French fur traders inhabiting the area were married to Blackfoot Indian women. This became known as the “French Bottoms” and the Native Americans called it “Chouteau’s Town.”

This sociable society was renowned for having regular dances and celebrations that could be seen- and heard- for miles. Most ran small farms; no large businesses existed except for a grocery store and tavern. The old square- vieux carre- was erected and used as a common area for the French Catholic families. As Kansas City would later develop, this old town square was kept in-tact and is now known as the River Market today.

Life for these French Canadians was far from easy. In the book Cher Oncle, Cher Papa, the everyday lives of these rough and tumble settlers was described as pretty taxing. The changing river, government regulations and illegal competition of Indian annuities resulted in some good and some not-so-good years.

The process of how these French Canadians survived in the new marketplace along the Missouri River surrounded around the time of year. “When the fall harvest of furs arrived, the post boomed with activity, then settled in for a hard riverfront winter,” Dorothy Brandt Marra described. “With spring, the cycle began anew.”

Cyprian Chouteau (1804-1879)
Francois continued his business ventures by acquiring several hundred acres in the East Bottoms and a steamboat landing spot known as Chouteau’s Landing. In 1838, tragedy struck when Francois- later coined “The Father of Kansas City”- passed away (some records indicate it was a heart attack while others state he was killed by “a stampeding horse”), leaving his trading post, 1,200 acres and his sons to take over the business.

Pierre Menard Chouteau, known as Peter, was the second oldest of Francois and Berenice’s children. Turning sixteen years old just ten days after his father died, he was quite young to take over the booming fur trading business. Francois’ brother, Cyprian did as much as he could to help manage his brother’s interest.

At this point, the land of the future site of Kansas City had been sold to the Town Company and the fledgling city was being platted nearby the Chouteau post.

By 1842, Frederick moved to Johnson County, Ks. and made his home with the Native Americans. He was adopted into the Shawnee tribe and was supposedly offered a position as chief but refused. He married three Native American women and was the father of fourteen “half-breed” children.

Dang.

In June 1844, another tragic flood destroyed much of what was left of the French traders in the area. Berenice was forced to move the warehouses, her homestead and the large farm to even higher ground. The post was, according to John McCoy, “utterly obliterated with and ruined by a deposit of from two to six feet of sand left over a large portion of the land.”

The original families living in the French Bottoms suffered as well; the flood swept away their cabins. Many young men never rebuilt and opted to move to the mountains to the west. Other early settlers, including Berenice Chouteau, decided to stay in the area.

So did Cyprian and Frederick.

The Bluejacket-Chouteau home in Shawnee, Ks. in cir. 1882. The house was later known as "The Groves."
Courtesy of Johnson County Historical Society.
Cyprian bounced back in forth between Kansas City and Kansas Territory, settling for years in Shawneetown in Johnson Co. In 1856, he retired from the Indian trade and took up farming. He bought a farm which included a house built by Henry Bluejacket (yes, like the road). The house was said to have been built in 1840. Cyprian added to this original house, and its grandeur was known far and wide. The house was “a landmark” off the Fort Leavenworth military road and stood as a stunning representation of the French architecture these pioneers loved so much.

To be clear, the Chouteau's were slave owners, and both Frederick and Cyprian brought this into Kansas Territory until the free staters made this lifestyle next to impossible. In fact, Cyprian stayed in his large home near Shawneetown until the Civil War made it hard for he and his family to stay safe in Jayhawker territory. Some accounts say he was "burned out" of his home by Quantrill's Raiders. He fled back to Kansas City and built a home at 412 Charlotte. Some records indicate the sturdy brick house was built by John C. McCoy.

Cyprian Chouteau's home at 412 Charlotte shortly before it was torn down.
Courtesy of Missouri Valley Special Collections, KCPL.
The home stood for 100 years until the bulldozers took another landmark.

I’m getting really tired of using the words “bulldozers” and “razed” when telling the stories of Kansas City’s history.

Like real tired.

Naturally, when I discovered the unfortunate fate of Cyprian’s house in Kansas City, I became very curious about this home Cyprian Chouteau built near current-day Shawnee. What happened to this “landmark” that people referred to even up until the 1940s?

Was it hidden beneath a more modern structure?

This happens more than you think, so I held out hope as I looked into the Cyprian Chouteau home in Johnson County.

I was hoping for a happy ending, you know.

My research found that Cyprian sold his Johnson County house along with 137 acres in 1877 to a man named Patrick McAnany. The house was referred to as the “Bluejacket-Chouteau House” and later, the McAnany clan called it “The Groves.”
McAnany stone house addition off the back of the Bluejacket-Chouteau homestead in Shawnee, Ks.
Courtesy of Johnson County Museum

The house and land miraculously stayed in the McAnany family for generations. In 1913, the family added a rock home attached to the back side of the original wooden frame structure built by Bluejacket and enlarged by Cyprian.

In 1932, the family sold the home and slowly sold off the land to be platted into subdivisions. The house stood on the original military road, and this small stretch of street was renamed “McAnany Drive.”

Subdivisions including “McAnany Estate” and “Choteau Manor” (no one apparently checked on the spelling) stand today from near 53rd and Switzer and to the west. Scrunched tightly in between this land is none other than McAnany Drive.

So is the house still there?

I had to drive by and find out for myself.

What I saw resembled the old stone home that the McAnany’s built attached to the original Chouteau home- it had been greatly altered over the years, but I was confident I was onto something. What was missing, though, was the old Chouteau frame house.

Current-day view of what I believe to be the remainder of the Chouteau house
in Shawnee, Ks. This is the 1913 addition built by the McAnany's.
Then, an inquiry to the Johnson County Museum confirmed my suspicions. In 1939, the oldest part of the home was torn down because of extensive termite damage.

Ugh.

“Only the rock part attached to the back, added by the McAnany’s in 1913, is standing on the old military road.”

Another one bites the dust.

Today, it is quite hard for us to imagine what once was when this area of the country has done very little to preserve the buildings and structures that were once so important- so prominent- to the birth of our city.

The trading post in Kansas City was officially closed in 1857, but the impact of the Chouteau’s on the future site of Kansas City is unmistakable today. We have nothing left to mark their importance- no landmark past a few Chouteau Society markers and a trafficway- to property commemorate the early beginnings of Kansas City. They have been all but erased as progress in our city seems to always include the demolition of our past.

After the death of Cyprian in Kansas City in 1879 and the death of Frederick in Westport in 1891, the children of these men claimed their Native American ancestry and left for “Indian Country.”
Artist rendering of the proposed Chouteau Heritage Fountain in North Kansas City, Mo.

Berenice, coined “The Mother of Kansas City,” died in 1888 and was buried next to her husband in St. Louis. She outlived all of her nine children. In her lifetime, she was able to see with her own eyes the creation of a city where a trading post once existed. When she passed, the town along the bluffs had grown to a population of 156,000.

The bronze statue displayed at City Hall of
Francois Chouteau. This will later be moved
to the Chouteau Heritage Fountain.
She came on a canoe, traveled back and forth to St. Louis on a keelboat, saw the rise of the powerful steamboat and saw the city burst at the seams as the railroad weaved through the landscape.

The Chouteau name is synonymous with “The City of Fountains,” and it is more than appropriate for there to be a project in the works that tells the story of the Chouteau’s, their fur-trading business and their relationship with the Native Americans. 

If you ask me, this project is well overdue.

In partnership with the City of Fountains Foundation and Kansas City Parks and Recreation, three statues, designed by sculptor Kwan Wu, will depict a scene of Francois Chouteau trading with the Native Americans. They will be perched atop water cascading over eight foot limestone rocks. The Francois Chouteau and Native American Heritage Fountain will be on the west side of Chouteau Parkway south of I-35 and north of Parvin Rd. 

The sculpture of Francois Chouteau is already complete and on display in the Rotunda of City Hall. The Foundation has already raised half the money needed for this extensive project, and the hope is to have all funding in place so that the fountain will be complete before the 200th anniversary of the first trading post, established on the north bank of the Missouri River.  To learn more about this project and to donate, go to www.chouteaufountain.org.

Artist rendering of the Chouteau Heritage Fountain scene to
be depicted of Francois and Native American traders.
Telling the story of Kansas City is intertwined with the ambitions of Francois and Berenice Chouteau and Francois’ two younger brothers, Cyprian and Frederick. Without much fear, these pioneers uprooted their lives to live in the wilderness of western Missouri. These French-Catholic fur-traders are at the very foundation of the City of Fountains and should be a name synonymous with the history of our great city.


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Sunday, June 30, 2019

Twelve Stories of Kansas City's Intriguing History



The stories that make up the complicated, fascinating and oftentimes confusing history of Kansas City have become a large part of my life. 

This journey started four years ago, but the journey of writing a blog commenced in April 2016. I had no idea what I was doing (and sometimes still feel that way) and who would even read what I was writing. In that time, I have slowly worked my way past the territory of south Kansas City where my research started.  I began to receive emails, phone calls and inquiries on different pieces of Kansas City history.

I get my best ideas by talking to people like you.

Twelve stories have been thoroughly researched and written with attention to detail. I wanted to ensure that I was doing this city justice- I want to give everyone a chance to feel as if they are transported back in time and feel a part of this city we love.

Here it is- year THREE in review! Click on the link to view the stories in case you missed something along the way!

June 2018- The McGees of Kansas City: A Pioneer Legacy. You’ve likely heard of McGee St., but do you know the history of this namesake? One of the first families to move into the future site of Kansas City, James Hyatt McGee and his wife, Eleanor packed up their children and moved in 1828 to Jackson Co. This story follows the history of James, Eleanor, and their son, Allen Burr Harrison (A.B.H.) McGee. Before Kansas City developed around James’s 1,000+ acres, they built the first brick house, farmed the land where the Crossroads and Southwest Blvd. now stands, and used real estate to build a true legacy of early Kansas City greatness. To read about A.B.H. McGee and see never-before-seen photos selflessly allowed to be published by the McGee family, click here!

July 2018- Kansas City’s First Amusement Park Illuminated the East Bottoms. What began as a business venture by brothers looking to entice thirsty customers to their brewery, Electric Park was a showstopper back in its day. Started by the Heim brothers in 1900, Electric Park, also known as “the white city,” featured some interesting amusements at the turn of the century. A beer garden, the Loop the Loop, the promenade, “Alligator Joe,” fresh beer pumping into the park directly from the brewery, various vaudeville acts and a large electric fountain with live acts in the center were all features of this park. The only thing the Heims couldn’t control was the lack of land in the East Bottoms. To read more about Kansas City’s first Electric Park, click here!


August 2018- Meet Me in Electric Park!
I was turned onto the idea of writing about the first Electric Park after traveling to the East Bottoms to interview Andy Rieger for a story on the history of J. Rieger & Co., a pre-prohibition whiskey house started by his great-grandfather in 1887 and resurrected in 2014 (to read the story about J. Rieger, click here!).

Rieger had taken over the old Heim bottling plant in the East Bottoms. Cramped in a small office in their warehouse, I asked Andy if he had any other stories he thought I should research. He immediately blurted out, “Electric Park.” It turned out that Andy had some serious plans to rebrand the East Bottoms and tell the history of Heim, J. Rieger and Electric Park as they expanded their operations. In this blog, I continue the story of the Heim’s hope to build a larger Electric Park at 46th and The Paseo- in operation (albeit dry of booze) until 1925. Included in this story are various postcards, photos and attractions that graced the south side of town and inspired Walt Disney. This also follows the incredible story of my friend, Andy Rieger and his revitalization of Electric Park and the East Bottoms, which is to open in July 2019! To read about the second Electric Park and Andy’s electrifying plans, click here!

September 2018- Early Kansas City Was Influenced by Four McGee Brothers. I’ve developed a personal relationship with the McGee descendants in Kansas City, and they have been an invaluable asset to me as I piece together our city’s early history. After I told the story of their direct descendant, A.B.H. McGee in June, I knew I wasn’t finished with this family. Each of James Hyatt McGee’s sons had an impact on how our city grew. Here, you can read about Fry P. McGee, one of the fourteen original founders of Kansas City and his ambitions to spread slavery to the west; Mobillion W. McGee, a man who had an idea to redraw the boundaries of our state line; and Elijah “Milt” McGee, early developer of the area that now is in the heart of downtown and past mayor of the city. These men along with two other brothers were colorful characters that made up the ambitions of so many southern men at the time. To read about the McGee brothers, click here!

October 2018- First Robbery, Then Murder: Martin City’s Bank the Scene of Heists in the 20s. Sometimes stories fall right on my lap- what should be a simple article for the newspaper turns into something much bigger the more I dig into them. That was the case when it came to piecing together how bank robberies went down in the 1920s, and they look quite different than what we would see today! This story showcases how one small-town bank was the scene to some big-time criminals that intertwine stories of murder in Kansas City, a shootout in Spring Hill, Ks., and an insanity plea followed by an escape from a mental hospital. I just can’t make this stuff up! To read more about these hardened criminals, click here!

November 2018-  The Curious Case of the Thanksgiving Date. When I decided to write about the history of Thanksgiving, I thought it’d be easy. I will eat my words now. :) The best part of this story was being able to learn more about how the date we celebrate Thanksgiving directly affected our old “border war” rivalry between Mizzou and KU (go Tigers!). But did you know that the date for Thanksgiving wasn’t really even solidified nationwide until 1941? To read more about the controversy of what date we celebrate, click here!


December 2018- Imagining the Christmases of the Past Through Food and Community.
As I research old pioneer families in Kansas City, I read hundreds of articles and primary sources from those that left manuscripts behind. I always try to save little tidbits of information that could come in handy later, especially as it applies to holiday celebrations. I have been fascinated with how these pioneers used to celebrate Christmas. In this piece, I use old stories told by John C. McCoy’s daughter, Nellie, recipes shared from local pioneer families and some of the earliest holiday recipes across the nation to interconnect what a true 19th century Christmas would have looked like. To read about Christmas traditions and the food served, click here!

January 2019- Civil War History Marked in Stone. Recent history shows us that some are ready to tear down monuments that may not be considered “politically correct.” We saw this when a monument smack-dab in the middle of Ward Parkway, standing incognito in city parkland, was blasted all over the news for its connection to the Confederacy. Unlike cities to our south, Kansas City doesn’t feature any large monument on public grounds paying homage to the “Lost Cause.” But one monument on private property was erected to pay respect to Confederate soldiers buried with no name and those with direct connections to the Battle of Westport. To read about this monument, click here!

February 2019-  An Ode to the Darker Youngers. I first learned about this unknown story of heroism and determination while reading through the Federal Writer’s Project Slave Narrative collection. I had certainly heard the last name “Younger” in local history, but I had no idea that there is irrefutable evidence that shows that Cole Younger’s grandfather fathered some of his slaves, including one man named Simpson “Sim” Younger. After being given his freedom, Sim was able to break down barriers that were created with racial segregation. A powerful poet, talented baseball player, and a man willing to sue for his basic rights as a man, Sim Younger is a part of Kansas City history that has been forgotten throughout the years. To read about Sim Younger, click here!


March 2019- Historic Paseo Boulevard: How Did We Get Here?
If I’ve made a name for myself recently, it certainly wasn’t because of my writing- it was become of my activism! I never thought in a million years that I would use my words and my voice to help save a piece of local Kansas City history. The Paseo Blvd., designed by German landscape architect George Kessler, was the very foundation of Kansas City’s parks and boulevard system. As part of the City Beautiful movement, The Paseo became the street that defined Kansas City as a town of beauty. Under the pressure of the SCLC, the city council voted 8-4 to change the name of The Paseo in January 2019 to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Blvd. By March, we were collecting signatures to have the name change stopped. And now, due to our efforts, the city will be able to vote in November to decide the fate of The Paseo. To read about the history of The Paseo and how the name change happened, click here!

April 2019- Fr. Bernard Donnelly: “The Builder” of Kansas City. Often referred to as Kansas City’s first historian and “the builder,” Fr. Donnelly’s appointment to the edge of the frontier changed the course of one fledgling city that wished to grow from the bluffs overlooking the Missouri River. The area was first settled by French Catholic families that helped erect a church known as St. John Francis Regis (or “Chouteau’s Church”) in the 1830s. When he came to the area in 1847, the Town of Kansas was less than ten years old and had many challenges. Fr. Donnelly had training as a civil engineer and was able to work with city officials to transform the future of Kansas City through his visions carved out of the bluffs. To read about Fr. Donnelly’s contributions to early history of our city, click here!

May 2019- Kansas City’s Terrifying Tornado in 1886 Claims Dozens of Lives. No one could see it coming; it looked like it was just going to rain. Before the city could even get inside their homes, businesses and schools, the winds and rain began and a cyclone emerged from the sky. Buildings constructed in haste were no match to the winds and horror would be found underneath the rubble. Thirty lives were claimed in the 1886 tornado that hit the very heart of the city- and most of the deaths were children. To read about this tornado and see photographs of its destruction, click here!

The Podcast! Kansas City: 2, States, 1 Story. My newest “job” is recording a podcast! Co-hosted by 610 Sports radio personality, Bob Fescoe, this podcast is a great way to listen to us discuss some of our fun local history in a low-risk way. We love to joke around and make history fun! Even if you aren’t familiar with podcasts (I’m still learning, too!), this is really, really easy to subscribe to through your phone or online. With an iPhone or Android, you can download the free Radio.com app and then search for the podcast by name. That’s it! Then, you can listen as you work out, clean your house, have a cocktail outside or cook dinner! We will release a new episode around the 15th of each month for you to enjoy. Here are some links to our first podcasts. Just click on the title to open it up and take a listen!

Episode 1: The Border Wars! 
Episode 2: The Paseo

Bob Fescoe and me!
That’s it- another year in review! I am so deeply humbled by all of the support that I get from each of you. If someone would have told me four years ago that my blog would lead me to writing a bimonthly column in a newspaper, have me pursuing a second masters in history, and have me recording a podcast, I would have never believed it.

That's in addition to being a full time teacher and still bartending once a week. :)

A lot of people ask me how I keep up.

Theodore Roosevelt said, “Never throughout history has a man who has lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.” It is my hope that my passion for our past continues to invigorate you- that you are able to look at our city with a renewed, fresh perspective as you are transported back into time through these different stories of our past.

Cheers, readers. I couldn’t continue this calling without the comments, questions, likes and shares from you all. As I continue, I am satisfying my own hunger to learn, preserve and impart these stories for years to come.


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