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off at the setting sun. I have often seen the locusts strip the leaves from the trees, but the season of
blossoms has always come again
Observing Tamenund to look about him doubtingly, one of his companions said:
Then Tamenund once more sank into his seat, and a silence so deep prevailed while the young man prepared to obey his simple mandate, that the leaves, which fluttered in the draught of the light morning air, were distinctly heard rustling in the surrounding forest. |
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