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CHAPTER XXVIII. "No, my son," replied the old man, "but I still have four stone arrow points." "I heard of it soon enough," returns his mother, gloomily, without lifting her eyes from the tiny feathered fire-screen she is holding. "Too soon! That sort of thing seldom tarries. 'For evil news rides post, while good news baits.'".
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