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02-mohicans_006-1757	James Fenimore Cooper	02-mohicans_006-1757	1757		.txt	text/plain	3603	119	67	Water leaves no trail, and an owl's eyes would be blinded by the darkness of such a hole. what noise is that? Poor Miriam! murmured the stranger; thy foal was foreordained to become a prey to ravenous beasts!	cache/02-mohicans_006-1757.txt	txt/02-mohicans_006-1757.txt