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Various Harper's Young People, September 19…

I could not leave Stanton. Only be as quick as you can, and tell them not to forget anything. Mother will think of everything, though, if you don't frighten her. Be sure and break the news gently."
So Tom went off, and Cassie fanned her brother while he slept. Then she opened her little book and read a page or two of Longfellow. The afternoon stretched on its weary length; the chirp of crickets and the hum of insects were all that broke the stillness. Stanton moaned in his sleep, and the flush of fever succeeded his first pallor.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Harper's Young People, September 19…

The Arabs looked at each other with undisguised trepidation. A magician among them, and a Frank magician at that! Who could tell what he might do to them? For every Arab had heard the fame of the mighty sorcerers who could make wagons run without horses, ships go without sails, messages fly along a wire through the air swifter than an arrow, little scraps of paper serve as money, and other scraps of paper, no bigger than a true believer's turban, show the whereabouts of all the wells, rivers, hills, and caravan tracks, over an area of thousands of miles.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Harper's Young People, September 19…

At length the chief, seeming to think himself bound to set an example of courage to his followers, walked right up to the stranger, while the rest approached more cautiously, very much as a man approaches a strange dog which may spring up and bite him at any moment.
"Peace be with thee, my brother!" said the chief, in a voice not quite so steady as it might have been.
"With thee be peace, oh, sheik [chief] of the children of the desert!" replied the unknown.
"What seeks the Frank [European] chief among the warriors of the tribe of Ben-Asyr?"
"I am a magician," answered the stranger, quietly.
Source: Gutenberg

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