Green Hills of AfricaGreen Hills of Africa by Ernest Hemingway His second major venture into nonfiction (after Death in the Afternoon), Green Hills of Africa is Ernest Hemingway's lyrical journal of a month on safari in the great game country of East Africa, where he and his wife Pauline journeyed in December of 1933. Hemingway's well-known interest in - and fascination with - big game hunting is magnificently captured in this evocative account of his trip. In examining the poetic grace of the chase, and the ferocity of the kill, Hemingway also looks inward, seeking to explain the lure of the hunt and the primal undercurrent that comes alive on the plains of Africa. Yet Green Hills of Africa is also an impassioned portrait of the glory of the African landscape, and of the beauty of a wilderness that was, even then, being threatened by the incursions of man. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience. |
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... B'wana . ' I said , ' What B'wana ? ' and he said , ' B'wana Kabor . ' That's you . So we figured we'd come to our limit and went up to the top and came back . " He said nothing and looked very angry . " Don't get sore about it , " I ...
... B'wana . ' I said , ' What B'wana ? ' and he said , ' B'wana Kabor . ' That's you . So we figured we'd come to our limit and went up to the top and came back . " He said nothing and looked very angry . " Don't get sore about it , " I ...
Page 162
... B'wana Simba and the name infuriated us all . " Some bloke that killed a lion once , " Pop said . " Tell him I am B'wana Fisi , the hyena slaughterer , " I told Dan . " B'wana Fisi chokes them with his naked hands . " Dan was telling ...
... B'wana Simba and the name infuriated us all . " Some bloke that killed a lion once , " Pop said . " Tell him I am B'wana Fisi , the hyena slaughterer , " I told Dan . " B'wana Fisi chokes them with his naked hands . " Dan was telling ...
Page 273
... B'wana . Big , big bull . Shoot , B'wana . Shoot , oh , shoot ! " " All cows , " I said to M'Cola when they were past , running in a panic through the sun - splashed timber . " Yes , " he agreed . " Old man , " I said . The old man came ...
... B'wana . Big , big bull . Shoot , B'wana . Shoot , oh , shoot ! " " All cows , " I said to M'Cola when they were past , running in a panic through the sun - splashed timber . " Yes , " he agreed . " Old man , " I said . The old man came ...
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