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1    1,    1|    blacks. No firearms—neither gun nor revolver. In his belt
2    1,    2| suddenly the sharp report of a gun rang through the woods.~
3    1,    7|       of nature. Only when his gun is on his arm, good-by to
4    1,    7|      forbidding him to use his gun Minha had imposed on him
5    1,    7|     replaced under his arm the gun which had instinctively
6    1,    7|     morsel fit for a king.~His gun almost burned his fingers,
7    1,    7|      his sister about this—the gun would go off in spite of
8    1,    7|        And Benito, cocking his gun, motioned them to let him
9    1,   12|    wont, strolled off with his gun into the adjoining woods.