Trooper Tales — page 264: what you’re looking at

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248 A Soldier and a Man. walked stealthily down the Manati trail toward the shack of Manrique, the ox-driver. Moment after moment passed as she listened in the darkness by the door-way. And at last she crept in as silently as her shadow on the threshold—as silently as fell the starbeams, which were everywhere! And the next day, and in the days which followed, the steers of Manrique, the driver, browsed unyoked on the | Porto Rican hills and fattened. THE END. Eomichoo S (CO)