t;You recall a certain Mr. I.Y. Yuniosleman from Japan."

        "From California," I said, recalling Mr. Yuniosly. ograpure magazines, aon top floor of tone.

        "Dont go mixing me up. All Im asking, you kno seens over t;

        "Africa."

        Joe Bell stopped cums, ;So ;

        "Read it in inc; ter of fact.

        er, and produced a manila envelope. "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, oe and tilted in tapering face,    unlikeclo resembled most primitive carving; and t didnt, for-image of ly, at least as mucill thing could be.

        "No?" said Joe Bell, satisfied .

        "It looks like ;

        "Listen, boy," and ;it is to ctle Jap kne was e ;

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        "ell. Just tatue t it es to ts foryourself," urning over one of tograpten:ood Carving, S tribe, tococul, East Anglia, Cmas Day, 1956.

        ; t; and tory mas day Mr.

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