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The Hunting Camp

The Hunting Camp.jpg In his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushMiniaturesOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushMiniaturesOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushMiniaturesOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushMiniaturesOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushMiniaturesOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatIn his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bushMiniaturesOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meat

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