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 Wysłany: Sob 12:41, 26 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published ccaanawx |
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living soul on Maybury Hill. The majority of the inhabitants had escapedI
supposeby way of the Old Woking road―the road I had taken when I drove
to Leatherhead―or they had hidden.
We went down the laneby the body of the man in blacksodden now
from the overnight hailand broke into the woods at the foot of the hill. We
pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul. The
woods across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of woods; for
the most part the trees had fallenbut a certain proportion still stooddismal
grey stemswith dark brown foliage instead of green. On our side the fire
had done no more than scorch the nearer trees; it had failed to secure its
footing. In one place the woodmen had been at work on Saturday; trees
felled and freshly trimmedlay in a clearingwith heaps of sawdust by the
sawing-machine and its engine. Hard by was a temporary hutdeserted.
There was not a breath of wind this morningand everything was strangely
still. Even the birds were hushedand as we hurried along I and the
artilleryman talked in whispers and looked now and again over our
shoulders. Once or twice we stopped to listen.
After a time we drew near the roadand as we did so we heard the clatter
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