Lost trumpet
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THE LOST TRUMPET
38
such an interment ever took place, thieves or peasants
must have come upon the treasure long ago.”
Huebsch also had stood up. Now, looking down
upon me, he shook his great head.
“They haven’t.”
“How do you know ?”
“We’d all know. If they’d found it the Lost
Trumpet would have been used again in history.”
I had not thought of that. Used ? I think that I
mused aloud, Adrian and those two watching me in
that sunlit garden.
“Titus before Jerusalem—the Jews would have
swept his army from the earth.”
Huebsch’s great hand came on my shoulder.
But he was not looking at me. He was looking
nowhere, unless into the spiritual mysteries enshrined
in his colossal physical garmenture.
“So you will come with us ?”
I hesitated a moment. Remote in a garden neigh¬
bouring Adrian’s rose the shrilling of a cicada. In
my brain the grasshopper chirped response. Any¬
thing better than to abide in Cairo till that duet
drove me mad . . .
I nodded.
“I will come.”
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such an interment ever took place, thieves or peasants
must have come upon the treasure long ago.”
Huebsch also had stood up. Now, looking down
upon me, he shook his great head.
“They haven’t.”
“How do you know ?”
“We’d all know. If they’d found it the Lost
Trumpet would have been used again in history.”
I had not thought of that. Used ? I think that I
mused aloud, Adrian and those two watching me in
that sunlit garden.
“Titus before Jerusalem—the Jews would have
swept his army from the earth.”
Huebsch’s great hand came on my shoulder.
But he was not looking at me. He was looking
nowhere, unless into the spiritual mysteries enshrined
in his colossal physical garmenture.
“So you will come with us ?”
I hesitated a moment. Remote in a garden neigh¬
bouring Adrian’s rose the shrilling of a cicada. In
my brain the grasshopper chirped response. Any¬
thing better than to abide in Cairo till that duet
drove me mad . . .
I nodded.
“I will come.”
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (38) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205189968 |
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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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