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tame Indians穗花迅雷 coming miles to market with a穗花迅雷 bundle of sugar-cane or a basket of maize worth about threepence, peons of the estancias, vaqueros of the穗花迅雷 seaboard plains, are well aware that heaps of shining gold lie in the gloom of the deep precipices cleaving the stony levels of Azuera. Tradition has it that many adventurers of olden time had perished in t,rbidden treasures. The common folk of the neighbourhood,