. The outcasts . cursed Long Knives are filledwith the very devil of destruction, andkill even such as I am, though my hideis not worth the lifting. I, who aman Outcast, and have lost all pride, knowthis — I am worthless. The bubbling monotone of the oldBull had put Atim to sleep. He wasgiving vent to gasping snores and plain-tive whimpers, and his legs were twitch-ing spasmodically; he was dreaming ofthe chase. Shag turned his massivehead and watched the nervous Dog-Wolf with heavy, tired eyes. He ischasing the reed-legged Antelope now;or, perhaps, even in his sleep, Camous 19 The Outcasts pu

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. The outcasts . cursed Long Knives are filledwith the very devil of destruction, andkill even such as I am, though my hideis not worth the lifting. I, who aman Outcast, and have lost all pride, knowthis — I am worthless. The bubbling monotone of the oldBull had put Atim to sleep. He wasgiving vent to gasping snores and plain-tive whimpers, and his legs were twitch-ing spasmodically; he was dreaming ofthe chase. Shag turned his massivehead and watched the nervous Dog-Wolf with heavy, tired eyes. He ischasing the reed-legged Antelope now;or, perhaps, even in his sleep, Camous 19 The Outcasts pursues him with the many-breathedFire-stick. Well, well, by my hump,but we all have our troubles; even thisDog-Wolf, who is not half my age, haslived into the hard winter of life/ Then Shag rested his black-whiskeredchin on the soft turf, his tired eyelids,mange-shaved, drooped over the age-blurred eyes, and these two Outcasts, sostrangely mated, driven together by ad-versity, slept in the coulee of

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