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(1919) [MARC] Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer
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Oh! oh! What should we do! Oh! Karl,
Karl!–––

We had nowhere to turn and no one to help
us. What should we do? Then I prayed—
not aloud, but oh, how earnestly! And
sud-denly I saw that there was a rock just beyond
us—an enonnous nioss-grown rock. Thither
we rushed. I tore myself on the bushes till I
bied. I feli, but rushed on again till we reached
the rock; then I climbed up, gripped tight with
hånd and feet, hauled Karl up after me, higher
and higher up, as far as we could get. The
rock was perhaps two or three yards high.
We were saved from the buil. And it was
God who had saved us, I was sure of that. I
had never seen that rock before anvwhere in

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the forest.

The buli had made a great leap and stood
just below us pawing the ground, tail in the
air. Oh, how he bellowed!

I held Karl in my arms. The buil could
not reach us. He pawed the earth so that moss
and dirt rose in a whirl; he ran around the

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