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Page 373
Tearing it open , I read : " Directly we reached the house , I called mother aside and asked her if she knew Captain Ogilvie . " MY DEAR SON : -Come home at once . ' " Why , yes , John , ' she answered . ' He is staying at the rectory ...
Tearing it open , I read : " Directly we reached the house , I called mother aside and asked her if she knew Captain Ogilvie . " MY DEAR SON : -Come home at once . ' " Why , yes , John , ' she answered . ' He is staying at the rectory ...
Page 577
However , we had not yet reached Cherri - poem , and we were parched with thirst . ... On reaching it we found it covered with a growth of maples and oaks , and under these a dense growth of ferns and large - leafed plants .
However , we had not yet reached Cherri - poem , and we were parched with thirst . ... On reaching it we found it covered with a growth of maples and oaks , and under these a dense growth of ferns and large - leafed plants .
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After some more talk the Indians went off , and , Tom taking up my pack , we followed them , and soon reached a place where they had made their camp . Here we found two squaws broiling salmon on the coals . With a keen relish I sat down ...
After some more talk the Indians went off , and , Tom taking up my pack , we followed them , and soon reached a place where they had made their camp . Here we found two squaws broiling salmon on the coals . With a keen relish I sat down ...
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