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=7.= Lest on the sunset trail slow feet should err.

What is the “sunset trail”?

=16.= You saw no Black Robe?

Black Robe, priest, so-called by all Indians.

=18.= “Heaped snow—sharp stars—a kiote on the rise.”

The answer is true to the laconic Indian speech, but it is

beautiful.

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