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chapter-18		chapter-18			.txt	text/plain	5501	491	87	�Is my brother far from his village?� demanded the old man, in the �My brother is very young to be already the master of a lodge,� �The man is a living proof of the truth of his words,� muttered the made?� suddenly demanded the youthful warrior, a look of startling �The skin of the traveller is white,� said the young native, laying a lies, like the idlers in the towns?� retorted the old man, laughing. Pawnees love to see strange faces in their lodges?� them by the hand; and will the warriors smoke with my young men?� �The head of my brother is white,� returned the Pawnee, throwing one of �The eyes of a Pawnee are good, if he can see a white-skin so far.� �My eyes are none of the best now,� returned the old man a little Pawnee is not blind, that he need look long for your people!�	./cache/chapter-18.txt	./txt/chapter-18.txt