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The Hunting Camp

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The Hunting Camp.jpg Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailsIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailsIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailsIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailsIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailsIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailsIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bush

We recrossed the river the next morning and fetched back most of the staged meat and skins, reaching camp again in the early part of the afternoon