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who dona t even know their own ages to be expert musical critics.
After the ice was broken, two or three young braves, gay with necklaces and heavy brass bracelets, had recognized us as kindred spirits and insisted on having their arms over our shoulders. They escorted the three of us to our lonely shed at a little distance from the houses, and as a crowning favor one stayed to sleep with us. He grew cold, however, as he had no blanket, and went back to the fire for the rest of the night. It was very dark and cold and still in our open shed, and we could hear the river far below and the owls answering each other in the jungle close about us.
I had barely closed my eyes after listening to the owls, when I heard sticks crackling near at hand, and opening them again, I saw a growing light on the leaves about the shed. It grew brighter, and out of the thick grass stepped one of the children of the village with a piece of blazing pitchwood in his hand. Sure enough it was five oa clock, and time to be up and doing. There was no sign of sunrise, but there was a cold moon in the sky, and by its light I stumbled down to the big house and soon warmed through at the chiefa s fire. Three of the men were looking