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From: | Aloys Blair |
Subject: | [Aleona-CVS] TB |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 21:37:30 +0900 |
What difference will that make to your hunting? In
such times Tuktu and Kugyiyuk were hard to live with. Why then should you care if
Istop hunting? In the night I was thirsty and drank, quavered her husband. It is
well, she said softly, and I will speak to Hadjvick. He was a big bear, said Tuktu
regretfully, and without doubt there wasmuch meat on him.
The words, he said slowly, how is it there are
words without a tongueand throat?
He did not mind their ugliness,for somehow that
fitted into everything else.
At all this, Pituluk, a lean Husky, had gazed
calmly far years.
It is for the last time, and I will not askanything
more.
The black eyes surveyed him with sudden respect.
The village watched him without words, but the father of Peegish wasted nothought on
Larpan.
The words, he said slowly, how is it there are
words without a tongueand throat? He felt the two looking at him, and sat
up.
She told the latter when he was watching the whaler
clear the month of thebay.
Presently she turned to Tuktu, who waschewing
steadily at the last strip of seal-meat.
He wondered if there wasany magic on this
vessel.
Its naethin but a bit box that the sound comes out
of.
Will it give back any kind of words, or is it they
must be those of awhite man? He wanted onlyone man, and it was difficult to
choose.
Theyspoke as they always spoke, while he noticed
the crack in his own voice.
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