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When the summer sun beat down on privies, sinkholes, stables, abattoirs, and the like, the stench became overwhelming. The numerous ponds around town, which “furnished frog and mosquitoe music for the inhabitants,” were always “loathsome to the eye;” in hot weather they became “sickening to the smell.” Equally noisome was the market house, which swarmed with green-back flies.
Source: Abraham Lincoln ∶ A Life ▫𓂃
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