The Lance of Kanana by  Harry W. French

Front Matter




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[Frontispiece]

"Oh, Kanana! Oh Kanana!" cried the old man, angrily.



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Preface

Encircled by the fiery, trackless sand,

A fainting Arab halted at a well

Held in the hollow of the desert's hand.

Empty! Hope vanished, and he gasped and fell.

At night the West Wind wafted o'er the land

The welcome dew, a promise to foretell:

Hers this result, for which she bade him stand.



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