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"I have disappointed you," she says, tremulously, tears rising quickly. "I am a failure! I am not like the others." One day a young married man killed a prairie rabbit. He ran home as fast as he could, and told one of his wives to hurry and get a skin of water to cook it. She started down to the river for water, and as she was going along she heard a beautiful song. She looked all about, but could see no one who was singing. "Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity..
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