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chapter-25		chapter-25			.txt	text/plain	5231	370	85	�Harkee, old trapper,� said Paul, writhing in his bonds to catch a �The Siouxes are in council on my brother,� the trapper at length �They are counting the scalps over the lodge of Hard-Heart!� �The earth is white, by people of the colour of my father.� come upon the open prairies to fight with men.� wisest nation of Red-skins that the Wahcondah has ever breathed upon?� doubt the great chief, his father, has seen them, and knows what is �The Tetons are counting the scalps on my lodge!� returned the young the Master of Life, his heart will become Sioux!� gifts to start with on so solemn a journey,� muttered the old man in softly to our old men.� will give me a message that a white man may bear.� him with his eyes looking towards the setting sun.� prairies, and he will come before the Master of Life like a chief!�	./cache/chapter-25.txt	./txt/chapter-25.txt