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254 THE lost trumpet
But not of Huebsch. His immense voice boomed
out across the excavations in instructions for replen¬
ishing the fires with all the spare camp-props that
could be gathered. It was obvious that he would
sacrifice tents and tender if that should prove neces¬
sary, and Marrot’s acid suggestion that the great
Jew might add himself as a supreme auto-da-fe
produced nothing more than a kindly, considering
stare and a maelstrom-ripple of smile. Then we
started again, tiredly, and at length the whole of the
block-house and its outbuildings had been cleared
away. It had been a very small block-house.
Below was the basic sand. Huebsch and Marrot
cleared the labourers off the ground of the pit and
then with level and tape marked out the lines of a
great St. Andrew’s cross. Along those lines Kalaun
and his companions were set to the digging of two
fresh intersecting trenches. I had had enough for the
time being, and sat to smoke a pipe and watch the
hasty stridings to and fro of the great Jew and his
tall, slim secretary. Pelagueya had elected herself to
this post and followed Huebsch everywhere, import¬
antly, notebook in hand, her clear voice, with a note
of excitement in it, raised in an occasional suggestion
towards which the ovoid head of her companion
would be readily inclined. Huebsch had found a
fellow-enthusiast.
Once, as Pelagueya passed and I looked after her
amusedly, I remembered my companions of the
journey from Cairo and called a question.
“They’ve gone,” Pelagueya called back.
But not of Huebsch. His immense voice boomed
out across the excavations in instructions for replen¬
ishing the fires with all the spare camp-props that
could be gathered. It was obvious that he would
sacrifice tents and tender if that should prove neces¬
sary, and Marrot’s acid suggestion that the great
Jew might add himself as a supreme auto-da-fe
produced nothing more than a kindly, considering
stare and a maelstrom-ripple of smile. Then we
started again, tiredly, and at length the whole of the
block-house and its outbuildings had been cleared
away. It had been a very small block-house.
Below was the basic sand. Huebsch and Marrot
cleared the labourers off the ground of the pit and
then with level and tape marked out the lines of a
great St. Andrew’s cross. Along those lines Kalaun
and his companions were set to the digging of two
fresh intersecting trenches. I had had enough for the
time being, and sat to smoke a pipe and watch the
hasty stridings to and fro of the great Jew and his
tall, slim secretary. Pelagueya had elected herself to
this post and followed Huebsch everywhere, import¬
antly, notebook in hand, her clear voice, with a note
of excitement in it, raised in an occasional suggestion
towards which the ovoid head of her companion
would be readily inclined. Huebsch had found a
fellow-enthusiast.
Once, as Pelagueya passed and I looked after her
amusedly, I remembered my companions of the
journey from Cairo and called a question.
“They’ve gone,” Pelagueya called back.
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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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