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From: Sim Paul
Subject: [Bug-dotgnu-libs] hello reader
Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 19:47:17 +0200

Tom saw and heard other people close by, but he didnot notice them particularly. He found a seat at the edge of the grove and there he pondered. Tom listened to this talk, much interested, recording it in memory.
Reaching thesummit, he dismounted and, elevating a short telescope, he lookedlong to the southward.
Later, when he returned to the camp, alleyes fixed upon him. The stout woman left off washing at the tub and came forward,wiping her red hands on her apron. Both appeared under thirty, stocky fellows, but there theresemblance ended. The atmosphere of this frontier fort and freighting station was newto Tom, and affected him deeply.
Some daythese wide lands would respond to cultivation. My wife had some talk yesterday with a woman who musthave been Mrs.
Reckon I couldnt say, offhand, replied Pilchuck. Why had he not detained her,just a moment, to ask for the privilege of seeing her again?
But at last, toward sunset, a fringe of windingfoliage marked the course of a stream. Thats more than youll get paid by most outfits, added Pilchuck. It took an hour for Pilchuck and Hudnallto agree on a horse that Tom could ride. He wore a leather apron and carried a hammer in his brawny hand. Tom experienced the most tingling thrill of his life.
Wait till you skin your first buffalo, said the scout,grinning.
These weary and lost travelers, almost starved, found inthe oxen succor they so grievously needed. Theres a lot to do, an some one must see after thewomen folks. Hudnall, and his daughterSally, particularly liked the horse. The tale ofthis battle was singularly thrilling to Tom Doan. Well, when you get down on the Staked Plains, youll appreciateMrs.
Her dress of homespunmaterial looked the worse for wear.
While at breakfast Tom suddenly remembered his meeting with thegirl, Milly. This is only a little bunch, returned Pilchuck.
Ill give you a lift, offered Tom, and with one heave he raisedthe rear end of the wagon.
Hudnall laughed, and was impressed to the point of placing a kindhand on Toms shoulder.
Tom saw that he could sell ortrade at his discretion, and so for the time was well pleased. This meeting was not an ordinaryincident. Youre welcome to cast in your lot with us.

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