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he has never known a camp without it ; but I am too worn out to gather wood , and
anyway , what good would it serve when I feel too weak to struggle with the
firesticks and made the first spark . Now if Tiwa were only here — it would take
just a ...
he has never known a camp without it ; but I am too worn out to gather wood , and
anyway , what good would it serve when I feel too weak to struggle with the
firesticks and made the first spark . Now if Tiwa were only here — it would take
just a ...
Page 52
Once Snow drove me far up the valley , past the billabong , and we wandered
into a camp tucked in the far end of the river forest . All the fires had been dead
for days . Only young children could be seen : some had already reached silence
...
Once Snow drove me far up the valley , past the billabong , and we wandered
into a camp tucked in the far end of the river forest . All the fires had been dead
for days . Only young children could be seen : some had already reached silence
...
Page 61
After he set camp Boma brought warngi , a flying monster with a gray belly and
flapping pinions . It flew , just as spirits or birds do , but at night it always came
down to a clearing behind the banyan stumps and shared the camp with the rest
of ...
After he set camp Boma brought warngi , a flying monster with a gray belly and
flapping pinions . It flew , just as spirits or birds do , but at night it always came
down to a clearing behind the banyan stumps and shared the camp with the rest
of ...
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