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1    1,   22| Monsieur Paganel, a forest of horns.”~“What!” exclaimed the
2    1,   22|    you have found a forest of horns?”~“Yes, yes, or at any rate
3    1,   22|     strange country. They sow horns, and they sprout up like
4    1,   22|  front of an immense field of horns, regularly planted and stretching
5    1,   22| Thalcave on the subject.~“The horns come out of the ground,”
6    1,   22|    afterward and the field of horns lay two miles behind.~Thalcave
7    2,   10|   hanging on by the bullocks’ horns, dragged them back into