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Page 154
... path . Do the beasts in it speak to you , son hunter ? ' ' Yes . They used to speak to me . ' ' So they called you mad . All the beasts in the jungle speak to me too , except the elephant . The elephant is too sad even to talk . Usually ...
... path . Do the beasts in it speak to you , son hunter ? ' ' Yes . They used to speak to me . ' ' So they called you mad . All the beasts in the jungle speak to me too , except the elephant . The elephant is too sad even to talk . Usually ...
Page 156
... path , a handful of rice in every village , for the beggar . I have been forty years now on the path . Have I starved ? ' ' What was your village , father ? ' ' The name - I have forgotten - but it lay up there in the hills- a pleasant ...
... path , a handful of rice in every village , for the beggar . I have been forty years now on the path . Have I starved ? ' ' What was your village , father ? ' ' The name - I have forgotten - but it lay up there in the hills- a pleasant ...
Page 159
... path , my son . And perhaps if my path too leads me to the west , who knows ? I shall see you there again , and we shall talk together . Now , however , I grow tired . ' So saying the old man shuffled back into a corner , and covering ...
... path , my son . And perhaps if my path too leads me to the west , who knows ? I shall see you there again , and we shall talk together . Now , however , I grow tired . ' So saying the old man shuffled back into a corner , and covering ...
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aiya Aiyo Arachchi asked Babehami Babun became Beddagama began better bring brother brought called carrying charm chena child clear cloth comes compound court crop daughter dead deer devil died evil eyes face father fear felt Fernando followed fool girl give given Hamadoru hand hang head headman hear heard Hinnihami hunter interpreter judge jungle Kamburupitiya Karlinahami kill knew Korala laughed leave listen live looked Mahatmaya mind months morning Mudalali never night once passed path perhaps prison Punchi Menika Punchirala rain returned rice road round seemed seen side silence Silindu Sinhalese slowly speak stand stood story strange talk tell temple thing thought told took track trees trouble true turned understand vederala village voice walked watched wife wild wind woman women