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…my Uncle farmed the land.  I remember being scared of my [uncle] Gabriel, he was [....] and once I saw him thrash his eldest son with a stick because he had taken me swimming in the river instead of attending to his work.


It was the same year that we came  to Sutloovi we had to flee once more.  It must have been late summer or early Autumn for we were threshing wheat when we were called away.  The sudden flight was so unexpected that we left everything as it was on the threshing floor when we were called home where we found our parents piling things into carts.

In order to to [...] show how I travelled I must go back a bit.  While we were still Khasie my father had bought two mares and a horse.  One was a brood mare, white, gentle as a lamb[.]  She was heavy with foal, so

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