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... sides unbroken , north and south and east and west , to the blue line of the hills and to the sea . The jungle surrounded it , overhung it , continually pressed in upon it . It stood at the door of the houses , always ready to press in ...
... sides unbroken , north and south and east and west , to the blue line of the hills and to the sea . The jungle surrounded it , overhung it , continually pressed in upon it . It stood at the door of the houses , always ready to press in ...
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... sides . It looks like a great sea , over which the pitiless hot wind perpetually sends waves unbroken , except where the bare rocks , rising above it , show like dark smudges against the grey - green of the leaves . For ten months of ...
... sides . It looks like a great sea , over which the pitiless hot wind perpetually sends waves unbroken , except where the bare rocks , rising above it , show like dark smudges against the grey - green of the leaves . For ten months of ...
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... side of a water - hole at night , shoot down some beast who had come there to drink . Why this silent little man , with the pinched - up face of a grey monkey and the long , silent , sliding step , should be thought slightly mad , was ...
... side of a water - hole at night , shoot down some beast who had come there to drink . Why this silent little man , with the pinched - up face of a grey monkey and the long , silent , sliding step , should be thought slightly mad , was ...
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... side , Aiyo ! aiyo ! the weary way you've cried ; Hush , child , hush , pressed close against my side . ' Aiyo ! aiyo ! will the trees never end ? Our women's feet are weary ; O ́Great One , send Night on us , that our wanderings may ...
... side , Aiyo ! aiyo ! the weary way you've cried ; Hush , child , hush , pressed close against my side . ' Aiyo ! aiyo ! will the trees never end ? Our women's feet are weary ; O ́Great One , send Night on us , that our wanderings may ...
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... side of a track , my gun in my hand , waiting for what might pass . The devils are very angry in the jungle , for there has been no rain now for these three months . The water - holes are dry ; the leaves 66 and grass are brown ; the ...
... side of a track , my gun in my hand , waiting for what might pass . The devils are very angry in the jungle , for there has been no rain now for these three months . The water - holes are dry ; the leaves 66 and grass are brown ; the ...
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afraid Agent Hamadoru aiya Aiyo Amara Devi anger angry Appochchi Appu Arachchi asked Babehami Babun Beddagama began Beragama brother Buddha buffalo called charm child cloth compound daughter deer devil elephant evil eyes face father fear felt Fernando fever fool girl give grain hami hand hang headman hear heard Hinni Hinnihami hunter judge jungle Kamburupitiya kapurala Karlinahami kill knew Korala Mahatmaya kunji kurakkan kurunies laughed leave leopard listen live looked magistrate Malay months morning Mudalali Nanchohami never night path peon pilgrims prison Punchi Menika Punchirala rain Ratemahatmaya rice Rodiya round sanyasi silence Silindu Sinhalese slowly squatted stood strange talk Tamils tank tell temple thing thought tired told took track trees trouble veddas vederala verandah village walked watched wife wild woman women words yakka Yakkini yakko
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Page 1 - The village was called Beddagama. which means the village in the jungle. It lay in the low country or plains, midway between the sea and the great mountains which seem, far away to the north, to rise like a long wall straight up from the sea of trees. It was in. and of. the jungle; the air and smell of the jungle lay heavy upon it — the smell of hot air. of dust, and of dry and powdered leaves and sticks. Its beginning and its end was in the jungle, which stretched away from it on all sides unbroken,...
Page 31 - The villagers lived upon debt, and their debts were the main topic of their conversation. A good kurakkan crop, from two to four acres of chena, would be sufficient to support a family for a year. But no one, not even the headman, ever enjoyed the full crop which he had reaped. At the time of reaping a band of strangers from the little town of Kamburupitiya, thirty miles away, would come into the village. Mohamadu Lebbe Ahamadu Cassim, the Moorman boutiquekeeper, had supplied clothes to be paid for...
Page 278 - He began by saying — that he was asked, what he had to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him...
Page 22 - It was a strange world, a world of bare and brutal facts, of superstition, of grotesque imagination; a world of trees and the perpetual twilight of their shade; a world of hunger and fear and devils, where a man was helpless before the unseen and unintelligible powers surrounding him.
Page 4 - The trees are stunted and twisted by the drought, by the thin sandy soil, by the dry wind. They are scabrous, thorny trees, with grey leaves whitened by the clouds of dust which the wind perpetually sweeps over them; their trunks are grey with hanging, stringy lichen. And there are enormous cactuses, evil-looking and obscene, with their great fleshy green slabs, which put out immense needle-like spines. More evil-looking still are the great leafless trees, which look like a tangle of gigantic spiders'...
Page 1 - It lay in the low country or plains, midway between the sea and the great mountains which seem, far away to the north, to rise like a long wall straight up from the sea of trees. It was in, and of the jungle; the air and smell of the jungle lay heavy upon it— the smell of hot air, of dust, and of dry and powdered leaves and sticks. Its beginning and its end was in the jungle, which stretched away from it on all sides unbroken, north and south and east and west, to the blue line of the hills and...
Page 248 - They want to be left alone, to reap their miserable chenas and eat their miserable kurakkan, to live quietly, as he said, in their miserable huts. I don't think that you know, any more than I do, Ratemahatmaya, what goes on up there in the jungle. He was a quiet man in the village, I believe that. He only wanted to be left alone. It must take a lot of cornering and torturing and shooting to rouse a man like that. I expect, as he said, they went on at him for years. This not letting one another alone...
Page 140 - The sight of the bleeding deer and the woman lying on the ground, naked to the waist, seemed to send a wave of lust and cruelty through the men.
Page 18 - Aiyo! aiyo! the way is rough and steep, Aiyo! the thorns are sharp, the rivers deep, But the night comes at last. So sleep, child, sleep.
Page 4 - It looks like a great sea, over which the pitiless hot wind perpetually sends waves unbroken, except where the bare rocks, rising above it, show like dark smudges against the grey-green of the leaves. For ten months of the year the sun beats down and scorches it; and the hot wind in a whirl of dust tears over it, tossing the branches and scattering the leaves. The trees are stunted and twisted by the drought, by the thin and sandy soil, by the dry wind. They are scabrous, thorny trees, with grey...