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I was born near the Great River, in the heart of what for thousands of years had been great Bushman country. The Bushman himself as a coherent entity had already gone, but i was surrounded from birth by so many moving fragments of his race and culture that I felt him extraordinarily near. I was always meeting him afresh on the lips of livign men.
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They said he was a little man, not a dwarf or pigmy, but just a little man about five feet in height. He was well, sturdily and truly made. His shoulders were broad
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