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... d shook their heads.
Clap!
"Everyone."
In the somewhat subdued atmosphere, the priest clapped his hands to draw attention and put down his tobacco pipe.
"This thing called tobacco, whew, really calms the mind. It makes the mind clear."
As Father James rose to speak, the dozen or so tribe members in the hut raised their heads to look at the priest standing by the door.
Beyond that door stood the trading post building recently built, with a small cat ...
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