Outing . I SEE IT BEHIND YOUR CANOE. (p. 2Jjg.) to the surface and grasped the rockyledge to pull himself up. Do not be afraid, yazi (little one).I am no spirit, but Zinto, come back toyou again, said Zinto, softly. Ho, Ateachili! he cried to the livid- come the time when the hunger shallgnaw at your entrails, and you will dielike a dog, even as you would have leftme to die. Farewell, Ateachili; the evilspirit of The Enemy has gone for everfrom my

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