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"Oh, now, Mrs. Geoffrey, come—I say—how cruel yon can be!" "Free-and-easy-going would be a more appropriate term, from all I have heard." In those days the old Piegans lived in the north, close to the Red Deer River. The camp moved, and the lodges were pitched on the river. One day two old men who were close friends had gone out from the camp to find some straight cherry shoots with which to make arrows. After they had gathered their shafts, they sat down on a high bank by the river and began to peel the bark from the shoots. The river was high. One of these men was named Weasel Heart and the other Fisher..
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