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"Oh, do take care!" cries Mona, in an agony: "it is loaded. If you throw it about in that rough fashion, it will certainly go off and do you some injury." "Ah," they replied, "he is dead. Five days ago he went out to hunt and he did not come back. What shall we do? We have lost him who cared for us"; and they cried and mourned again. Day by day other persons disappeared from the winter camp, and more and more bones whitened on the ground outside the stone lodge on the river bank..
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