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Young John Stevens was looking for food with his kinsman Ut-oh-na. Climbing the trees and grabbing fruits off the upper limbs. They had just cleaned a tree of its fruit when John noticed a group of men with long black sticks. John and Utohna jumped down to the ground and watched the men for a few moments, terror inside their bellies, as they have never seen these type of men before. | Young John Stevens was looking for food with his kinsman Ut-oh-na. Climbing the trees and grabbing fruits off the upper limbs. They had just cleaned a tree of its fruit when John noticed a group of men with long black sticks. John and Utohna jumped down to the ground and watched the men for a few moments, terror inside their bellies, as they have never seen these type of men before. |