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Chapter XI
A Mountain Storm
The day Rhamon started on his great adventure, the sky was dark and the rain was falling, falling. There was sunshine in his heart though, for was he not going to see the big city of his dreams? He hopped out of his father's shikara on the muddy river bank and waved good-by. By the time he reached the big automobile that was to take him down the mountains, his clothes were wet, and big clumps of red clay stuck to his sandals. But when he was settled
