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It was about eight o'clock in the morning, a cheering autumn sun lit up the prairie splendidly.
Birds flew hither and thither, uttering strange cries, whilst others, concealed under the thickest of the foliage, poured forth melodious concerts. Now and then a deer raised its timid head above the tall grass, and then disappeared with a bound.