A strange feeling came over her. The only sounds were the normal morning ones of trees soughing in the light breeze and birds calling for mates or announcing their territories. The tumbling of the river was the constant background to the lonely tableau. She was struck by the isolation. Nothing around them bore the mark of man. It was as if they were the first humans to stand on this spot. No doubt the local Indians had passed by this very place, intent on their errands; oblivious and uninterested in the glittering metal that drew this trio to a lonely strand along a wild river.
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