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ARIES, THE RAM.
LACK RIDGE DICK had lost his way.
He knew well the mountain-range, and when he went out to hunt that day, he had had no doubt of finding again his lonely shanty—before night—but here he was, far up among the great jagged rocks on a high peak, and here was the red of the splendid sunset-burning itself out in the sky, and below—slowly creeping up the long slope—was night.
Dick did not mind being alone. For a long time he had liked it best, and had built his log hut out of the way of other people on purpose. He had nothing to do with his kind except when he took a
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