Here are the quotations for this week (August 15th to 21st):
 
1. Just when the silence was getting unendurable, the body turned over and rolled away from the basin to the side of the room, where it lay stomach-up. There was a faint 'plop' from the basin - exactly like the noise a fish makes when it takes a fly - and the green light in the centre revived.

I looked in the basin, and saw, bobbing in the water, the dried shrivelled black head of a native baby - open eyes, open mouth, and shaved scalp …

2. We could hear him moving about his own room, but there was no light there. Presently from the room came the long-drawn howl of a wolf.

People write and talk lightly of blood running cold and hair standing up and things of that kind. Both sensations are too horrible to be trifled with. My heart stopped as though a knife had been driven through it, and Strickland turned as white as the table-cloth.

The howl was repeated, and was answered by another howl far across the fields...

3. I was actually lying on my chest leaning over the mouth of a well so deep I could scarcely see the water in it.
There were things in the water - black things - and the water was black as pitch with blue scum atop. The laughing sound came from the noise of a little spring, spouting half-way down one side of the well...One thing turned over on its back, as I watched, and drifted round and round the circle of the mossy brickwork with a hand and half an arm held clear of the water in a stiff and horrible flourish …
 
The sources of last week's extracts (August 8th to 14th) are as follows:
 
1.  (...Long before I reached the Gully of the Horsemen, I heard the shouts of the British Infantry crying cheerily: "Hutt, ye beggars! Hutt, ye devils! Get along! Go forward, there!" )  This is from "On the City Wall" in Soldiers Three.
 
2.  (...there was a scuffle and a yell of pain. "Carbine-stealing again!" said the adjutant, calmly sinking back in his chair. "This comes of reducing the guards. I hope the sentries have killed him." ) This is from "The Man who Was" in Life’s Handicap.
 
3.  (...Five volleys plunged the files in banked smoke impenetrable to the eye, and the bullets began to take ground twenty or thirty yards in front of the firers...)  This is from "The Drums of the Fore and Aft" in Wee Willie Winkie.
 
In the NRG we have just published notes by John McGivering on "The Ballad of Boh Da Thone".
 
Good holiday wishes to all, John R