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It could happen quickly and cruelly if we are noton guard every minute. When you grow up you'll understand, Manie, he said. Would you give them a good word about me?Lothar asked. There is nothing out there before theOkavango river and Portuguese territory, the horses will never make itacross the wastes of Bushmanland.

Onthe steep gradient, the locomotives were sending bright silver columnsof steam spurting from their valves, and the Hex river mountains echoedto the roar of their straining boilers. That there was nothing, no more striving andworrying and hoping. He must be staying somewhere. He pulled the stained felt hat low over his eyes and nodded at his imagewith satisfaction, then turned