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They were singing, "follow Uncle Abraham Moses, go down the way of
Abraham an Moses, follow Uncle Abraham Moses . . . " It was like a pageant of color and light, beautiful. Must be fifty or sixty of them,
maybe more. All on foot climbing the narrow mountain road coming to him singing. He
surveyed them closely. Not a gun among them, that he could see, and them headed right into
the dark corner.