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I was puzzled why, in this lovely, lonely forest, with no one about, or I supposed no one was about, the men lit no fires. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #45)

It is sometimes boiled in a helmet. Each Ahn we stopped. At night the coffle rope was tied between two trees, and our hands were tied behind us. I was puzzled why, in this lovely, lonely forest, with no one about, or I supposed no one was about, the men lit no fires. I wondered, too, how they found their way through the forest, as it seemed trackless. Certainly there were no signs that we were following a familiar path. I saw no sign, either, of anything resembling a compass, or other form of direction finder. - (Smugglers of Gor)