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THE LOST TRUMPET
Abu Zabal. . . . Kalaun, yawning, cfept from
beneath the marquee of the labourers. The others
followed him. Monotonously, mechanically, they
knelt and genuflected. Georgios, emerging from
the store-tent, regarded them with a pitying con¬
tempt, twirled his immense moustaches, and made
a dive towards the coop where the chickens were.
There arose a terrified squawk. The rooster was
without his mate and our evening’s dinner was
assured.
Going down to the canal, I encountered Huebsch
returning from it, a great bucket of water in either
hand.
“Well, well. Morning, Colonel. Going for a
sluice ? Guess there’s enough here for both of us.
I’m told the Princess Bourrin has come back ?”
“That was the reason why I did not return in
the evening,” I said. “I trust you were not incon¬
venienced ?”
“Not a bit of it.” He chuckled. “And for God’s
sake don’t apologize iri Marrot’s presence. He was
greatly pleased over your absence last night. He
thought it was a deliberate flouting of us and has
high hopes of you in consequence.”
I affixed myself to the handle of one of the buckets.
We laboured tent-wards in company. “Surely this
viewpoint of Mr. Marrot’s has occasional draw¬
backs ? Have not other employees taken advantage
of it before this time ?”
The great ovoid head was shaken very decidedly.
“Not one. You see, Marrot’s always at them about
THE LOST TRUMPET
Abu Zabal. . . . Kalaun, yawning, cfept from
beneath the marquee of the labourers. The others
followed him. Monotonously, mechanically, they
knelt and genuflected. Georgios, emerging from
the store-tent, regarded them with a pitying con¬
tempt, twirled his immense moustaches, and made
a dive towards the coop where the chickens were.
There arose a terrified squawk. The rooster was
without his mate and our evening’s dinner was
assured.
Going down to the canal, I encountered Huebsch
returning from it, a great bucket of water in either
hand.
“Well, well. Morning, Colonel. Going for a
sluice ? Guess there’s enough here for both of us.
I’m told the Princess Bourrin has come back ?”
“That was the reason why I did not return in
the evening,” I said. “I trust you were not incon¬
venienced ?”
“Not a bit of it.” He chuckled. “And for God’s
sake don’t apologize iri Marrot’s presence. He was
greatly pleased over your absence last night. He
thought it was a deliberate flouting of us and has
high hopes of you in consequence.”
I affixed myself to the handle of one of the buckets.
We laboured tent-wards in company. “Surely this
viewpoint of Mr. Marrot’s has occasional draw¬
backs ? Have not other employees taken advantage
of it before this time ?”
The great ovoid head was shaken very decidedly.
“Not one. You see, Marrot’s always at them about
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190595 |
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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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