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43925	Aimard, Gustave	The Prairie Flower: A Tale of the Indian Border			.txt	text/plain	98042	5984	82	"My brother is a strong man; his heart is great," Natah Otann said; "he The chief smiled as he said, in a gentler voice, "Bright-eye is alone; "The Indians!" the young man said, with a laugh; "why, we have not "You know, father," the young man went on, "that the Indians understand "Good," the Indian said, with a smile, "my pale brother is right, a "A chief never loses his time in vain discourses," the Indian said, The Count, as we think we have said, was a man of great courage, whom "That is true," the Indian said; "I forgot that my brother has the eyes "The chief is right," Bright-eye said, "the prairies belong to the Red "What do you want to arrive at, chief?" the Count asked Natah Otann, "Let my mother order," the Indian said, suddenly calmed; "her son will that will delight me, Bright-eye," the young man said, with	./cache/43925.txt	./txt/43925.txt