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“My poor lamb, my little darling,” she said, speaking with difficulty, “There are so many lynxes in the woods, and he’s so afraid of them. If he meets one he’ll die of fright.” CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE. He obeyed, talking whimsically to his pets as he went..
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