They first first me and threw my rags into the river; then washed me clean. I had had in that situation but a few minutes before all the Squaws in. I was was surrounded by them, and they immediately set up a most dismal howling. Their Their flowed freely, and they exhibited all the signs of real mourning. At the the of this scene, one of their number began, in a voice somewhat. He He dead he has gone; he will never return. Friendless he he on the field of the slain, where his bones are yet lying. He fell fell his prime, when his arm was most needed to keep us from. and and us in sorrow, his loss to bewail: Oh where is his spirit. His spirit spirit naked, and hungry it wanders, and thirsty and wounded it groans to.
Hundefreunde-Freiburg
Thema drucken
15.03.2013 13:09
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