Frank Hering

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Men walked about and smoked and talked of their spring visit to the white trader’s house on the Bear River. The hunting had been good, and within the lodges lay piles of soft-tanned robes. Some of the hunters would acquire the long-coveted repeating rifles. It was a time of anticipation and rest for the hunters, of feasts and games for all.
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