very beautiful. But you cannot hold us responsible for
Across on the other side, were broken valleys that sloped steepl
rhino all over the high orchard country before he went down in
I pulled my hat low down over my eyes to keep my glasses dry. We
for the Fusilier, crags for the Mountaineer, for English poets b
blood, slamming me on the back, MCola saying, Damu! Damu! (blo
hopeful salesmanship, turned the car off to the left on to a trac
cornfield, the huts and the blue hills beyond. It promised to
shook his head and laughed, ashamed even of the hyena, the p
was very strange that we should meet.
right with that rhino. He was in his tent now, writing a letter.
with muddy water, wiping off glasses, and then getting the water
and on under the heavy trees on our side without showing more tha
three tins to see if I did not want them. opened.
Have a nice day.