The Rain Storm 

Only one of the hunters objected to the premature and unnecessary moving of chairs, phonograph, and coffee service into the rustic wooden shelter as the rain pelted the dark trees for several minutes. When the others carried everything back out to enjoy the cool evening air and the wet scent of the earth, the very same one remained inside by the hurricane lantern, reading a book, for this was now the only way to keep the sonorous rain falling beyond the speckled windows. 

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