Here are the quotations for this week (April 3rd to 9th):
1. The old Tower musket went off with a bang, and a young buffalo bellowed
in pain. 'More sorcery!' shouted the villagers. 'He can turn bullets.
Buldeo, that was thy buffalo.'
2. …There were seven native policemen in Tibasu, and four crazy
smooth-bore muskets among them. All the men were gray with fear, but not
beyond leading. Michele dropped the key of the telegraph instrument, and
went out, at the head of his army, to meet the mob....
3. I had seen the equipment of the infantry. One-third of it was an old
muzzle-loading firing piece, with a ragged rust-hole where the nipples
should have been, one-third a wire-bound matchlock with a worm-eaten
stock, and one third a four-bore flint duck-gun, without a flint...
The sources of last week’s extracts (March 27th to April 2nd):are as
follows:
1 (…Gerowlia waited in the sunshine and chuckled to herself like a female
pauper when she receives snuff…) This is from Letters of Marque in From
Sea to Sea, volume 1..
2. (…We trust each our own elephant, till our own elephant kills us…) This
is from the introduction to "My Lord the Elephant", in Many Inventions.
3. (...‘Surely they make these things to please their Gods,’ said the
Bull again…) This is from "The Bridgebuilders" in The Day's Work.
Good wishes to all
John R
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