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Thkwyiu 35 e 76
Thkwyiu 35 e 76
or far apart. Bill Horn did not think much of the men who had
accepted the chance he offered them, and daily he grew more aloof.
They were not a responsible crowd, and the best he could get out of
them was the driving of oxen and camp chores indifferently done. He
had to kill the meat and find the water and keep the watch. Upon
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to take the risk. The oxen were tired, the wagons had to be greased,
clear brook, wood for camp-fires, and sign of game on all sides.
This was the first time he had given this particular order, and the
schooners into a circle. The oxen were unhitched; the camp duffle
piled out; the ring of axes broke the stillness; fires were started.
Horn took his rifle and strode away up the brook to disappear in the
It was early in the evening, with the sun not yet out of sight
behind a lofty ridge that topped the valley slope. High grass,
of blue smoke curled lazily aloft until, catching the wind high up,
they were swept away. Meanwhile the men talked at their tasks.