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From the tall grass came the voice of a crying babe. The huntsmen who were passing nigh heard and halted.
The tallest one among them hastened toward the high grass with long, cautious strides. He waded through the growth of green with just a head above it all. Suddenly exclaiming "Hunhe! " he dropped out of sight. In another instant he held up in both his hands a tiny little baby, wrapped in soft brown buckskins.