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I think I'll have to make this camp my headquarters." "This camp will be some miles from here by this time to-morrow," Grace Harlowe informed him.
"So will I.So will I.No bother at all about that.

Wash, come here!" Washington would not budge, so Hippy led him over to the caller.
"Scared you, didn't I, eh?
Mebby it is the seventh year, but don't let that bother you.

Here! Here's a new harmonica for you.

It will make more noise than the one you lost when I whispered in your ear out yonder.