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W. C. Scully. Between Sun and Sand: A Tale of an African Desert
Between Sun and Sand: A Tale of an African Desert
Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter One
The Land of the Trek-Boer
Chapter Two
The Patriarch of Namies
Chapter Three
Max
Chapter Four
Spring’s Idyll
Chapter Five
Gert Gemsbok
Chapter Six
Too General to be Specified
Chapter Seven
How Jan Roster was Twice Interrupted
Chapter Eight
The Trek-Bokken
Chapter Nine
The Last of the “Old Woman.”
Chapter Ten
Nathan the Tempter
Chapter Eleven
The Broken Ramkee
Chapter Twelve
The Bondage of Koos Bester
Chapter Thirteen
“Whoso Diggeth a Pit...”
Chapter Fourteen
The Nachtmaal, and After
Chapter Fifteen
“Whoso Breaketh a Fence...”
Chapter Sixteen
A Conversion, a Wedding, and several other Things
Chapter Seventeen
Noquala’s Cattle—A Tragedy of the Rinderpest. A Kaffir at Home
Chapter Eighteen
Elijah
Chapter Nineteen
The Tempter
Chapter Twenty
How the Cattle were Doctored
Chapter Twenty One
The Disease Appears
Chapter Twenty Two
The Tragedy
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W. C. Scully
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Max Steinmetz stood in the doorway of the little iron shanty at Namies, which was built near the foot of a kopje about three hundred yards from the Hattingh camp. Above his head was a signboard bearing the legend: “Nathan Steinmetz, Allegemene Handelaar.” (General dealer.) He looked out over the wide, wide Desert and watched the smoke-like courses of the violent gusts against which a thunderstorm was labouring from the north-east. The unsavoury odour of half-dried hides assailed his nostrils; the ramshackle iron roof rattled to the blasts over his head. The season was February, and the tortured plains glowed with absorbed heat like Milton’s burning marl.
Over the intermittent moaning and howling of the wind could be heard, at intervals, the mutterings of thunder. The Desert now became a roaring blast-furnace, fanned by the sand-laden gusts which raged fiercer and ever fiercer. Max closed the door and barred it from the inside. A few gouts of rain began to thud on the roof. Then a jagged shaft of lightning shot from the zenith, shattered itself into coruscating splinters against some tempest-packed sheaf of air, and seemed to fill the universe with a blinding blaze. At the same instant the winds were stunned by a crash so awful that the solid earth reeled from the shock. Then came the rain in dense, white, lashing waves, and in a few moments the wide plain became a hissing sea.
