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M'Cola Tiffany jewelry sable cow we had shot. We were beaten.
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'Doumi,' Garrick whispered. 'Doumi kubwa sana!'
I looked where he pointed. It Tiffany Sets looked where he pointed. It was a very big cow sable, dark chestnut, white marks on the face, white belly, heavy built and with a fine curving pair of horns. She was standing broadside to us with her head turned, looking. I looked carefully at the whole lot. They were all cows, evidently the bunch whose bull I had wounded and lost, and they had come over the hill and herded up again together here.
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