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chapter-17		chapter-17			.txt	text/plain	4536	401	87	�If old Ishmael gets a squint at that highway through the brush,� cried remember it well!� said the old man, stopping by the side of his uneasy �This is the spot, where the body of the dead man lay!� cried command of the nervous system,� said the man of science, with a look �The man is given to speak in parables,� muttered the single-minded The old man, who stood leaning on his rifle in a thoughtful attitude, days in looking into books, can see no reason to be disturbed?� countenance!� exclaimed the old man relinquishing his hold of Hector, is equal to all that man can imagine!� is it, man?�what is it?� �There!� said the Doctor, pointing into a dense mass of the thicket, to deviltries!� muttered the old man, dropping the butt of his weapon to class, mammalia, much less a man.� �So much for your knowledge!� returned the trapper, laughing with great	./cache/chapter-17.txt	./txt/chapter-17.txt