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 rest knew some one had died. It was the woman's son, a boy, nearly a year old, whom she had lugged all the wayk from the caves. The cold had killed him.

"Be still, woman!" said old One Eye, coughing. "In a little we shall all be dead either from the heat yonder or the cold here. Beat your breasts as much as you wish for that will warm you; but do not howl, for some of us are weary, and wish very much to sleep."

So the woman's howl be