_The isolated little group they found were doing fine-- but their religion was most strange--and yet quite logical!_ Altamont cast a quick, routine, glance at the instrument panels and then looked down through the transparent nose of the helicopter at the yellow-brown river five hundred feet below. Next he scraped the last morsel from his plate and ate it.…
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