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Page 66
The tribal children don ' t read the figures or names at the Exchange , and to sit
here on the cliff watching the unloading of ore is no fun if your soul is black .
Jambawal rolled across the sky , rushing the clouds toward the shore . Here he
comes ...
The tribal children don ' t read the figures or names at the Exchange , and to sit
here on the cliff watching the unloading of ore is no fun if your soul is black .
Jambawal rolled across the sky , rushing the clouds toward the shore . Here he
comes ...
Page 79
... the dry smell of dust . The squealing of a wounded soul is heard for a time , but
presently all is quiet , the dust settles , and the blood becomes caked and hard in
the bright sun . Five - dog Night How could a soul live in Yuda , the Children 79.
... the dry smell of dust . The squealing of a wounded soul is heard for a time , but
presently all is quiet , the dust settles , and the blood becomes caked and hard in
the bright sun . Five - dog Night How could a soul live in Yuda , the Children 79.
Page 83
Soon I shall be off to the black man ' s world ; Wati and every Pitjanta soul are
there - only I am kept outside , and . . . it should not be for much longer now . “
Drink your milk , have some dog biscuits . " Warden points to two bowls in the
cage .
Soon I shall be off to the black man ' s world ; Wati and every Pitjanta soul are
there - only I am kept outside , and . . . it should not be for much longer now . “
Drink your milk , have some dog biscuits . " Warden points to two bowls in the
cage .
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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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