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a marrow-bone and gives it to him to suck. The dogs sit in a circde 

 behind the feasting company, ready to snap up the bones which 



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are thrown to them. One after another rises satisfied from 

 the meal, wipes his blood-stained hands on the moss, cleans his 

 knife in the same way, and retires into the tshum to rest. But 

 the housewife fills the cooking-kettle with water, puts into it as 



