|
That's it ... just a description.
|
|
“Day is
forever gone; the sun sets to rise no more,” he sighed, gazing wearily at the
darkening sky. “Night, eternal night; st..
|
|
It was a
night typical of that region of Africa " starry, clear and bitterly cold.
Few people were abroad at the witching hour in so small a tow..
|
|
Tears
mingled with sweat as it rolled down Jim’s face. He emptied his shovel with
another violent jerk, and dug it viciously into the hear..
|
2
next
last
|
|