Hartmann"s Web
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“A new storm is brewing in the west.” Observed Marcelo. “It is one of those with the tapered shape of a cigar. In the Province of Buenos Aires they foreshadow a very strong wind called Pampero.”
“ Yes, they are indeed very strong storms; we will have problems again with our tents.” Said Emil with a worried gesture.
"Look down there.” Exclaimed Teresa pointing toward a stream that ran by a narrow gaping canyon. “ Is that not a cottage?”
“ Yes.” Replied her husband. “ It is some kind of dwelling indeed, although it seems shabby.”
“ No matter Marcelo, it will give us some protection from the storm.” Decided Emil, heading his horse in the direction of the housing and guiding the rest of the beasts.
As they approached they could see that the building lacked a do
