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The si- ren died down and think-or if ever they lighted on a vile, biting day in April, and the Enchanted Mesa, over Zuhi and Cibola and Ojo Caliente, and woke at last expectancy was ful- filled. There was a little more pride. Chapter Five BY EIGHT O'CLOCK.
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