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“They call me a hunter, a vedda? A fine hunter! To be hunted for years now and
not to know it! It is the headman who is the vedda, a very clever hunter. I have
been lying here like a fat old stag in a thicket while he was crawling, crawling
But in the jungle, always killing—the leopard and jackal, and the hunter. Yes, and
the hunter, always killing, the blood of deer and pig and buffalo. And at last, the
hunting of the hunter, very slow, very quiet, very cunning; and at the end, after a ...
They say the hunter talks to himself in the jungle. It is a custom. Have you ever
been a hunter, Arachchi?” “No. You know that well enough.” “Oh, yes. You are no
hunter. Who should know that better than I? But do they call me a good hunter, ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - kaitanya64 - LibraryThing
Set in colonial Ceylon, this novel is vivid and readable. While the author clearly illustrates a particular culture and time, that of a rural family in the "dry" forest area, where life is ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Steve38 - LibraryThing
Dear me but this is a depressing book. Everything that can go wrong does go wrong for the main characters. Written from the point of view of impoverished, uneducated jungle dwellers in Sri Lanka by ... Read full review