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Then said the bear, "Now lie down on my back and hold tight by my hair and we will go on"; and when Mīka´pi had got on his back and was ready the bear started. All through the night he travelled on without stopping, and when morning came they rested for a time and ate more berries, and again the bear put mud upon the man's wounds. In this way they travelled on, until, on the fourth day, they had come close to the lodges of the Piegans and the people saw them coming, and wondered. That is the part you mean, is it not? I know all that poem very nearly by heart." "I have been there. And at Killarney, but only once, though we live so near.".
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