Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 299W. Blackwood, 1966 |
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Page 51
... close to listen to him . " I counted about a hundred and twenty . There may be more . Some of them are pretty close to the bush , but we'll get most of them , with luck . They haven't seen us yet , and we're down wind . We've got to get ...
... close to listen to him . " I counted about a hundred and twenty . There may be more . Some of them are pretty close to the bush , but we'll get most of them , with luck . They haven't seen us yet , and we're down wind . We've got to get ...
Page 52
... close to the edge of the bush . The others were well out on open ground . They were still grazing quietly . We waited tensely . My hands were sweating and my heart was thumping . Bob leaned over and whispered . " Only a few minutes to ...
... close to the edge of the bush . The others were well out on open ground . They were still grazing quietly . We waited tensely . My hands were sweating and my heart was thumping . Bob leaned over and whispered . " Only a few minutes to ...
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... close . But they do close . They close on Saturday nights . So we drove the three hun- dred and forty - five miles without a bun or a cup of coffee . We only drew to a halt once , and that was at three o'clock in the morning to fill the ...
... close . But they do close . They close on Saturday nights . So we drove the three hun- dred and forty - five miles without a bun or a cup of coffee . We only drew to a halt once , and that was at three o'clock in the morning to fill the ...
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