Around St Loomis area, one might hear through the grapevine:
"That smith's apprentice, the new foreign one? Who had a minin' accident, ya heard? Well, turns out that Otty Smythe took him from the sawbones' place and set him up at the farrier's workshop! Awful air at the sawbones for a recoverin' lad, after all -- but he's a heathen, ain't he? Maybe the blacksmith doesn't care so much about that when it comes to lookin' after his own folk..."
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