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Page 34
It will be quite a while before the tide comes in , and without the waves the barge
will never be able to sail in . The boat has to come in right there , where those two
rows of posts are stuck in the mud holding up a long platform made of saplings ...
It will be quite a while before the tide comes in , and without the waves the barge
will never be able to sail in . The boat has to come in right there , where those two
rows of posts are stuck in the mud holding up a long platform made of saplings ...
Page 57
But . . . we will meet at our marain for sure , when the time comes for me to part
too . The place is ... Each mother - to - be can ask for the child she wants : if she
puts a tiny spear in her bag , a boy will come ; a small digging stick will bring a
girl .
But . . . we will meet at our marain for sure , when the time comes for me to part
too . The place is ... Each mother - to - be can ask for the child she wants : if she
puts a tiny spear in her bag , a boy will come ; a small digging stick will bring a
girl .
Page 77
... the noisy margu flapping and crying in the dark will keep me awake for a while
, I reckon . When Ruria comes out of jail the country will be no easier on him
unless . . . maybe the whites will have taught him how to survive by eating rocks .
... the noisy margu flapping and crying in the dark will keep me awake for a while
, I reckon . When Ruria comes out of jail the country will be no easier on him
unless . . . maybe the whites will have taught him how to survive by eating rocks .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Babaru: Stories Illinois short fiction |
| Author | B. Wongar |
| Edition | illustrated |
| Publisher | University of Illinois Press, 1982 |
| ISBN | 0252009959, 9780252009952 |
| Length | 102 pages |
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