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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 ...
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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
...
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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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Bibliographic information
| Title | Babaru: Stories Illinois short fiction |
| Author | B. Wongar |
| Edition | illustrated |
| Publisher | University of Illinois Press, 1982 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
| ISBN | 0252009959, 9780252009952 |
| Length | 102 pages |
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