. South of Suez. great coat, with anothersentry beyond silhouetted for an instant in thedim red glow. I do not know what dreams Imay disperse, but in another instant my whistlebreaks the silence; and the dim shadows, withgrunts and sighs, reluctantly come to life. In less than three minutes. Corporal Sudi binIsmail reports for the advance. Teniam^ effendi! And Robbie is ready with the rear guard. We move off in single file, stumbUng downa rocky dechvity, through a tangled scrub forest,and plunging forward into a mysterious dark-ness. No one speaks. Its the hour of silence, andno other sound co
. South of Suez. great coat, with anothersentry beyond silhouetted for an instant in thedim red glow. I do not know what dreams Imay disperse, but in another instant my whistlebreaks the silence; and the dim shadows, withgrunts and sighs, reluctantly come to life. In less than three minutes. Corporal Sudi binIsmail reports for the advance. Teniam^ effendi! And Robbie is ready with the rear guard. We move off in single file, stumbUng downa rocky dechvity, through a tangled scrub forest,and plunging forward into a mysterious dark-ness. No one speaks. Its the hour of silence, andno other sound comes from the column than thedry shuffle of sandals, the snapping of twigs,and the whisper of sere grass brushing againstbare legs. Always on these marches, no matterhow solemnly the stillness works upon ourspirits, or disenchains us till we soar with therising moon, there is constantly a subconsciousapprehension of impending danger. And this isno fanciful fear. . During our operations on this safari^ two[216]. s s t ft, 3 8
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