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"Father Mit-Chee," said little Luke one day as the two were sitting together on the drumming log, "can't you tell me a story?"
"Why, yes," said Father Mit-chee, "I suppose I might, I might tell you the story of the first partridge."
Long, long ago an Indian was hunting in the woods. As he went along, he heard a noise as of people jumping and