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Chapter 194
Whilst we were thus enjoying the sweets of repose a child appeared out of a grove of olive trees. "Ah!" I cried, "here is an inhabitant of this happy land!" It was but a poor boy, miserably ill-clad, a sufferer from poverty, and our aspect seemed to alarm him a great deal; in fact, only half clothed, with ragged hair and beards, we were a suspicious-looking party; and if the people of the country knew anything about thieves, we were very likely to frighten them. Just as the poor little wretch was going to take to his heels, Hans caught hold of him, and brought him to us, kicking and struggling. My uncle began to encourage him as well as he could, and said to him in good German: " Was heiszt diesen Berg, mein Knablein? Sage mir geschwind! " ("What is this mountain called, my little fr
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