Little Boy Of The Mountain U
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The boy stood there, staring at the bushes and the rocks, and the trunks of the gallery of trees about him, yet not seeing them. His mind was reeling over the strange set of events, trying to remember the many weird details, and his thought flitted over lists of consequences, when suddenly he had, seemingly out of nowhere - and quite incongruous - a vision of Uncle Obúdius' battle-mace.