ISBN: 1484864603

[EAN: 9781484864609], Neubuch, [PU: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform], H. RIDER HAGGARD,CLASSICS,ACTION AND ADVENTURE,FAIRY TALES,HISTORICAL, This item is printed on demand. Pa… More...

[EAN: 9781484864609], Neubuch, [PU: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform], H. RIDER HAGGARD,CLASSICS,ACTION AND ADVENTURE,FAIRY TALES,HISTORICAL, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 148 pages. Dimensions: 9.0in. x 6.0in. x 0.3in.The afternoon was intensely, terribly hot. Looked at from the high ground where they were encamped above the river, the sea, a mile or two to her rightfor this was the coast of Pondo-landto little Rachel Dove staring at it with sad eyes, seemed an illimitable sheet of stagnant oil. Yet there was no sun, for a grey haze hung like a veil beneath the arch of the sky, so dense and thick that its rays were cut off from the earth which lay below silent and stifled. Tom, the Kaffir driver, had told her that a storm was coming, a father of storms, which would end the great drought. Therefore he had gone to a kloof in the mountains where the oxen were in charge of the other two native boyssince on this upland there was no pasturage to drive them back to the waggon. For, as he explained to her, in such tempests cattle are apt to take fright and rush away for miles, and without cattle their plight would be even worse than it was at present. At least this was what Tom said, but Rachel, who had been brought up among natives and understood their mind, knew that his real reason was that he wished to be out of the way when the baby was buried. Kaffirs do not like death, unless it comes by the assegai in war, and Tom, a good creature, had been fond of that baby during its short little life. Well, it was buried now; he had finished digging its resting-place in the hard soil before he went. Rachel, poor child, for she was but fifteen, had borne it to its last bed, and her father had unpacked his surplice from a box, put it on and read the Burial Service over the grave. Afterwards together they had filled in that dry, red earth, and rolled stones on to it, and as there were few flowers at this season of the year, placed a shrivelled branch or two of mimosa upon the stonesthe best offering they had to make. This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2013, ISBN: 1484864603

[EAN: 9781484864609], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.The afternoon was intensely, terribly hot. Looked at from the… More...

[EAN: 9781484864609], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.The afternoon was intensely, terribly hot. Looked at from the high ground where they were encamped above the river, the sea, a mile or two to her right-for this was the coast of Pondo-land-to little Rachel Dove staring at it with sad eyes, seemed an illimitable sheet of stagnant oil. Yet there was no sun, for a grey haze hung like a veil beneath the arch of the sky, so dense and thick that its rays were cut off from the earth which lay below silent and stifled. Tom, the Kaffir driver, had told her that a storm was coming, a father of storms, which would end the great drought. Therefore he had gone to a kloof in the mountains where the oxen were in charge of the other two native boys-since on this upland there was no pasturage to drive them back to the waggon. For, as he explained to her, in such tempests cattle are apt to take fright and rush away for miles, and without cattle their plight would be even worse than it was at present. At least this was what Tom said, but Rachel, who had been brought up among natives and understood their mind, knew that his real reason was that he wished to be out of the way when the baby was buried. Kaffirs do not like death, unless it comes by the assegai in war, and Tom, a good creature, had been fond of that baby during its short little life. Well, it was buried now; he had finished digging its resting-place in the hard soil before he went. Rachel, poor child, for she was but fifteen, had borne it to its last bed, and her father had unpacked his surplice from a box, put it on and read the Burial Service over the grave. Afterwards together they had filled in that dry, red earth, and rolled stones on to it, and as there were few flowers at this season of the year, placed a shrivelled branch or two of mimosa upon the stones-the best offering they had to make.<

ISBN: 9781484864609

The afternoon was intensely, terribly hot. Looked at from the high ground where they were encamped above the river, the sea, a mile or two to her right-for this was the coast of Pondo-lan… More...

The afternoon was intensely, terribly hot. Looked at from the high ground where they were encamped above the river, the sea, a mile or two to her right-for this was the coast of Pondo-land-to little Rachel Dove staring at it with sad eyes, seemed an illimitable sheet of stagnant oil. Yet there was no sun, for a grey haze hung like a veil beneath the arch of the sky, so dense and thick that its rays were cut off from the earth which lay below silent and stifled. Tom, the Kaffir driver, had told The afternoon was intensely, terribly hot. Looked at from the high ground where they were encamped above the river, the sea, a mile or two to her right-for this was the coast of Pondo-land-to little Rachel Dove staring at it with sad eyes, seemed an illimitable sheet of stagnant oil. Yet there was no sun, for a grey haze hung like a veil beneath the arch of the sky, so dense and thick that its rays were cut off from the earth which lay below silent and stifled. Tom, the Kaffir driver, had told her that a storm was coming, a father of storms, which would end the great drought. Therefore he had gone to a kloof in the mountains where the oxen were in charge of the other two native boys-since on this upland there was no pasturage to drive them back to the waggon. For, as he explained to her, in such tempests cattle are apt to take fright and rush away for miles, and without cattle their plight would be even worse than it was at present.[.] Books, Fiction~~Classics, Ghost-Kings~~H-Rider-Haggard, , , , , , , , , , CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform<

ISBN: 1484864603

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2014, ISBN: 1484864603

[EAN: 9781484864609], Neubuch, [PU: CREATESPACE 01/10/2014], New Book. This item is printed on demand. Shipped from US This item is printed on demand.