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doc#145 | Hallelujah" above their united chant of |
doc#145 | , they played their quaint folk games |
doc#145 | the rest of their "outfit" |
doc#145 | hardy folk from their own train were |
doc#145 | rocks, leaving their own records along |
doc#145 | exclaimed, watching their rippling muscles as |
doc#145 | and Dan released their holds on the |
doc#145 | waited silently while their mother handed Gran |
doc#145 | time to leave their John-Henry |
doc#145 | men hurrying to their waiting teams. </p> |
doc#146 | in and rack their broncs without any |
doc#146 | as they stretched their legs. </p><p> There |
doc#146 | men murmured with their heads together at |
doc#146 | till they reached their horses. Pat |
doc#147 | about halfway up their slopes. Underneath |
doc#147 | able to find their way back in |
doc#147 | jungle. </p><p> With their load of bombs |
doc#147 | them back to their pass to home |
doc#147 | of deviating from their original course. </p> |
doc#147 | red lines etched their way into the |