Here are the quotations for the coming
week (May 17th to 23rd):
1. ...They clawed, they slapped, they
fled, leaving behind them a trophy of banners
and brasses crudely arranged round the
big drum. Then that end of the street also
shut its windows, and the village, stripped
of life, lay round me like a reef at low tide...
2. ...he heard a sound as though all the earth
were humming. Then he ran as he had never
run in his life before, spurned aside
one - two - three of the piles of stones into the
dark sweet-smelling gullies; heard a roar like
the roar of the sea in a cave, saw with the tail
of his eye the air grow dark behind him ...
3. ...the old Queen cried the swarming cry,
which to a bee of good blood should be what
the trumpet was to Job's war-horse. In spite
of her immense age it rang between the
canyon-like frames as a pibroch rings in a
mountain pass ... and the broad-winged drones,
burly and eager, ended it on one nerve-thrilling
outbreak of bugles: 'La Reine le veult ! Swarm !
Swar-rm ! Swar-r-rm !'...
The sources of last week's extracts
(May 10th to 16th) are as follows:
1. (... ‘No more for the Bisley bull?’ says the
Sergeant. ‘Then go back to six hundred. ..)
This is from "A Village Rifle Club" a story
first published in 1901, but not collected until
the Sussex Edition. It will shortly be available
on the web-site.
2. (...Ortheris suddenly rose to his knees,
his rifle at his shoulder, and peered across
the valley in the clear afternoon light...)
This is from "On Greenhow Hill" in Life's Handicap.
3. (...“Here, Milligan,” the Friend called.
“Fill and empty this magazine, will you, please?” )
This is from "The Parable of Boy Jones"
in Land and Sea Tales for Scouts and Guides.
Good wishes to all, John R
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