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We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble! The marching of the ants were heard from Bastok; the whole land trembled at the sound of their clicking mandibles; for they are come, and have devoured the land... and those that dwell therein...
The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved... Is there no balm in Altepa; is there no physician there? Why then is not the health of my people recovered?