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doc#145 | shouting "Glory Be" and "Hallelujah" above | their | united chant of the lilting old ballads |
doc#145 | of the lilting old ballads, they played | their | quaint folk games with all the fervor and |
doc#145 | side while they jointly chose the rest of | their | "outfit". Soon the child, the dog, the |
doc#145 | wilderness. Already a few hardy folk from | their | own train were zealously chipping away |
doc#145 | chipping away at the register rocks, leaving | their | own records along with those made by the |
doc#145 | gracious"! Gran Harrow exclaimed, watching | their | rippling muscles as Rod and Dan swung her |
doc#145 | on a cloud"! </p><p> Rod and Dan released | their | holds on the arms of her hickory rocker |
doc#145 | two tall brothers waited silently while | their | mother handed Gran her cold snack and water |
doc#145 | them Burnsides never took time to leave | their | John-Henry up thar". </p><p> "Wonder what |
doc#145 | Clemens' signal shot sent the men hurrying to | their | waiting teams. </p><p> "Reckon ye're right |
doc#146 | activity enabled them to ride in and rack | their | broncs without any particular attention |
doc#146 | glancing along the street as they stretched | their | legs. </p><p> There were no less than six |
doc#146 | of the card tables. Two men murmured with | their | heads together at the end of the bar, while |
doc#146 | street. </p><p> Neither spoke till they reached | their | horses. Pat paused there, looking across |
doc#147 | were lost in the clouds about halfway up | their | slopes. Underneath him the sea was a dark |
doc#147 | the other flights would be able to find | their | way back in this unfamiliar territory. |
doc#147 | and the rest blew up jungle. </p><p> With | their | load of bombs gone, the planes moved swiftly |
doc#147 | against the ceiling and led them back to | their | pass to home. Mercifully, it was still |
doc#147 | aircraft showed no sign of deviating from | their | original course. </p><p> In seconds, Greg |
doc#147 | rumbled and slowed. Six red lines etched | their | way into the gray and vanished. As if drawn |