t;You recall a certain Mr. I.Y. Yuniosleman from Japan.quot;
quot;From California,quot; I said, recalling Mr. Yuniosly. ograpure magazines, and menton top floor of tone.
quot;Dont go mixing me up. All Im asking, you kno seens over t;
quot;Africa.quot;
Joe Bell stopped cruncums, ;So ;
quot;Read it in inc; ter of fact.
er, and produced a manila envelope. quot;ell, see didyou read t;
In tograpakenfrom different angles: a tall delicate Negro man and vain smile, displaying in ure, an elongated carvingof a as a young mans, oo large and tilted in tapering face, unlikeclo resembled most primitive carving; and t didnt, for-image of ly, at least as mucill thing could be.
quot;No?quot; said Joe Bell, satisfied .
quot;It looks like ;
quot;Listen, boy,quot; and ;it is to ctle Jap kne was e ;
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quot;ell. Just tatue t it comes to ts foryourself,quot; urning over one of tograpten:ood Carving, S tribe, tococul, East Anglia, Cmas Day, 1956.
; t; and tory mas day Mr.
Yuniosococul, a village in tangles ofno, merely a congregation of mud s o move on ick. Mr. Yunioso see more of , so old Joe Bell, as if te parts in lya tender gesture, comparable to tapping ones ) and said no. A pound of saltand ten dollars, a c and ty dollars, nots determined to learn o be made. It cost and c it in tyear a party of te persons of the brush riding horseback.