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THE LOST TRUMPET
3°
of the sun the true Cairene azure was now over¬
spread by a filament of heat-cloud. From the pipe of
Huebsch ascended now an impressive reek.
“Dr. Adrian will have told you something about
the expedition we’re planning, Colonel.”
“Not a thing,” cut in Adrian. Huebsch nodded.
“Well, well.” He turned his gaze, that was some¬
how vast, and smile, that was unbelievably slow,
upon me. Fascinated, I watched the patient convo¬
lutions ebb from his mouth across his countenance.
“Dr. Adrian’s still of two minds whether we’re
cranks or quacks.”
It was now Adrian’s turn to appraise the promise
of the weather. “I think you may be—a trifle over-
enthusiastic.”
Huebsch pondered this, heavily, but not dully;
as I was soon to note was his unvarying habit in
consideration of all things, great or small. “Well,
well, we may be. Anyway, Colonel, we want to
engage you as our guide and general direction-
finder-in-chief in a little archaeological mission that
has brought us to Cairo.”
I made speedy disclaimer. “I am no archaeologist.”
That’s one of the points in your favour.”
“So ?”
The great ovoid head swung forward slowly;
regained its customary elevation. “Yes. And now
we 11 cut the box-string and chew on the cake. If
you’ll have us, we’ll have you. That so, Marrot ?”
The sky-gazing communist lowered his head to
nod assent. “But hell—a colonel!”
3°
of the sun the true Cairene azure was now over¬
spread by a filament of heat-cloud. From the pipe of
Huebsch ascended now an impressive reek.
“Dr. Adrian will have told you something about
the expedition we’re planning, Colonel.”
“Not a thing,” cut in Adrian. Huebsch nodded.
“Well, well.” He turned his gaze, that was some¬
how vast, and smile, that was unbelievably slow,
upon me. Fascinated, I watched the patient convo¬
lutions ebb from his mouth across his countenance.
“Dr. Adrian’s still of two minds whether we’re
cranks or quacks.”
It was now Adrian’s turn to appraise the promise
of the weather. “I think you may be—a trifle over-
enthusiastic.”
Huebsch pondered this, heavily, but not dully;
as I was soon to note was his unvarying habit in
consideration of all things, great or small. “Well,
well, we may be. Anyway, Colonel, we want to
engage you as our guide and general direction-
finder-in-chief in a little archaeological mission that
has brought us to Cairo.”
I made speedy disclaimer. “I am no archaeologist.”
That’s one of the points in your favour.”
“So ?”
The great ovoid head swung forward slowly;
regained its customary elevation. “Yes. And now
we 11 cut the box-string and chew on the cake. If
you’ll have us, we’ll have you. That so, Marrot ?”
The sky-gazing communist lowered his head to
nod assent. “But hell—a colonel!”
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205189864 |
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Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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