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Soon the young chieftain left the lodge, with the South Wind.
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Rinbold, the proud young chieftain, looked sorrowfully at her angel-like face.
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Rinbold, the proud young chieftain, claimed her also,-greatapplause greeted him.
4
The voice belonged to Felltree, the young chieftain of the Black Feather tribe.
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The young chieftain was stricken with pain at the sight of her death-like countenance.
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Her arms wound round and round the young chieftain, and Corn Plume was content.
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The South Wind and the young chieftain with a face like the sun were near.
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The head of the young chieftain was to be filled in when Dick came home.
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And the young chieftain chose her for his own.
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The young chieftain passed in and sat down by the strange fire that had no heat.
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The young chieftain promised better things in future.
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This young chieftain had not yet recovered from what his heroine had let him in for.
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Then she ran swiftly to the young chieftain.
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By many acts of frank generosity and encouragement, the young chieftain had won their rough attachment.
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Great rejoicings were held among the tribe when the maiden gave her hand to the young chieftain.
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Every feature in the young chieftain's countenance expressed the tumult that her words had aroused within him.
