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He it was who first called these people ' The Esquimaux of the Equator . ' The Swift River People — the Kalaru , as they called themselves were originally an outcast tribe of that most ancient race the Northern Bushmen .
He it was who first called these people ' The Esquimaux of the Equator . ' The Swift River People — the Kalaru , as they called themselves were originally an outcast tribe of that most ancient race the Northern Bushmen .
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It would now be thought pedantic to insist on television being called teleoptics . Had this domestic blessing been discovered fifty or a hundred years ago , it might have been so called with the correctness applied to telephone and ...
It would now be thought pedantic to insist on television being called teleoptics . Had this domestic blessing been discovered fifty or a hundred years ago , it might have been so called with the correctness applied to telephone and ...
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Spencer stood looking around him with pleasure : there was a cool , bruised smell . Then , taking Nika's arm , he nodded goodnight and walked her away , his head still alight with the resentment Stefan's fantasy had called ...
Spencer stood looking around him with pleasure : there was a cool , bruised smell . Then , taking Nika's arm , he nodded goodnight and walked her away , his head still alight with the resentment Stefan's fantasy had called ...
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