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Page 125
... hunter . Yes , and the hunter , always killing , the blood of deer and pig and buffalo . And at last , the hunting of the hunter , very slow , very quiet , very cunning ; and at the end , after a long time , the blood of the hunter ...
... hunter . Yes , and the hunter , always killing , the blood of deer and pig and buffalo . And at last , the hunting of the hunter , very slow , very quiet , very cunning ; and at the end , after a long time , the blood of the hunter ...
Page 133
... hunter talks to himself in the jungle . It is a custom . Have you ever been a hunter , Arachchi ? ' ' No. You know that well enough . ' ' Oh yes . You are no hunter . Who should know that better than I ? But do they call me a good hunter ...
... hunter talks to himself in the jungle . It is a custom . Have you ever been a hunter , Arachchi ? ' ' No. You know that well enough . ' ' Oh yes . You are no hunter . Who should know that better than I ? But do they call me a good hunter ...
Page 154
... hunter too . That also I have not done . But I know the jungle , for I travel through it often on my path . Do the beasts in it speak to you , son hunter ? ' ' Yes . They used to speak to me . ' ' So they called you mad . All the beasts ...
... hunter too . That also I have not done . But I know the jungle , for I travel through it often on my path . Do the beasts in it speak to you , son hunter ? ' ' Yes . They used to speak to me . ' ' So they called you mad . All the beasts ...
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aiya Aiyo Arachchi asked Babehami Babun became Beddagama began better bring brother brought called carrying charm chena child clear cloth comes compound court crop daughter dead deer devil died evil eyes face father fear felt Fernando followed fool girl give given Hamadoru hand hang head headman hear heard Hinnihami hunter interpreter judge jungle Kamburupitiya Karlinahami kill knew Korala laughed leave listen live looked Mahatmaya mind months morning Mudalali never night once passed path perhaps prison Punchi Menika Punchirala rain returned rice road round seemed seen side silence Silindu Sinhalese slowly speak stand stood story strange talk tell temple thing thought told took track trees trouble true turned understand vederala village voice walked watched wife wild wind woman women