Weaver's Magazine and Literary Companion, Tập 2

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John Neilson, 1819
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Trang 14 - The mules and horses appear less frightened; their manes are no longer bristled, and their eyes express less dread. The gymnoti approach timidly the edge of the marsh, where they are taken by means of small harpoons, fastened to long cords.
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