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- sidering that the skeleton was
lying face downward, in a sprawling attitude, and that the flints upon which it lay, were but half finished and were charred by fire, something like the truth dawned upon the workmen, and they wondered over their cans of noonday food what manner of man the lame flint maker had been and what life had been like in the old days.
But we know that the lame flint maker was old No Foot, and that first, last and always he was a good workman.
