A shot was
fired, and the silence shut down again, bringing the desire to sleep.
fired, and the silence shut down again, bringing the desire to sleep.
Kipling - Poems
Dick
adjusted himself comfortably to the rock and pitch of the pace, girthed
his belt tighter, and felt the darkness slide past. For an hour he was
conscious only of the sense of rapid progress.
"A good camel," he said at last.
"He was never underfed. He is my own and clean bred," the driver
replied.
"Go on. "
His head dropped on his chest and he tried to think, but the tenor of
his thoughts was broken because he was very sleepy. In the half doze in
seemed that he was learning a punishment hymn at Mrs. Jennett's. He had
committed some crime as bad as Sabbath-breaking, and she had locked him
up in his bedroom. But he could never repeat more than the first two
lines of the hymn--
When Israel of the Lord believed Out of the land of bondage came.
He said them over and over thousands of times. The driver turned in the
saddle to see if there were any chance of capturing the revolver and
ending the ride. Dick roused, struck him over the head with the
butt, and stormed himself wide awake. Somebody hidden in a clump of
camel-thorn shouted as the camel toiled up rising ground.
A shot was
fired, and the silence shut down again, bringing the desire to sleep.
Dick could think no longer. He was too tired and stiff and cramped to
do more than nod uneasily from time to time, waking with a start and
punching the driver with the pistol.
"Is there a moon? " he asked drowsily.
"She is near her setting. "
"I wish that I could see her. Halt the camel. At least let me hear the
desert talk. "
The man obeyed. Out of the utter stillness came one breath of wind.
It rattled the dead leaves of a shrub some distance away and ceased. A
handful of dry earth detached itself from the edge of a rail trench and
crumbled softly to the bottom.
"Go on. The night is very cold. "
Those who have watched till the morning know how the last hour before
the light lengthens itself into many eternities.
adjusted himself comfortably to the rock and pitch of the pace, girthed
his belt tighter, and felt the darkness slide past. For an hour he was
conscious only of the sense of rapid progress.
"A good camel," he said at last.
"He was never underfed. He is my own and clean bred," the driver
replied.
"Go on. "
His head dropped on his chest and he tried to think, but the tenor of
his thoughts was broken because he was very sleepy. In the half doze in
seemed that he was learning a punishment hymn at Mrs. Jennett's. He had
committed some crime as bad as Sabbath-breaking, and she had locked him
up in his bedroom. But he could never repeat more than the first two
lines of the hymn--
When Israel of the Lord believed Out of the land of bondage came.
He said them over and over thousands of times. The driver turned in the
saddle to see if there were any chance of capturing the revolver and
ending the ride. Dick roused, struck him over the head with the
butt, and stormed himself wide awake. Somebody hidden in a clump of
camel-thorn shouted as the camel toiled up rising ground.
A shot was
fired, and the silence shut down again, bringing the desire to sleep.
Dick could think no longer. He was too tired and stiff and cramped to
do more than nod uneasily from time to time, waking with a start and
punching the driver with the pistol.
"Is there a moon? " he asked drowsily.
"She is near her setting. "
"I wish that I could see her. Halt the camel. At least let me hear the
desert talk. "
The man obeyed. Out of the utter stillness came one breath of wind.
It rattled the dead leaves of a shrub some distance away and ceased. A
handful of dry earth detached itself from the edge of a rail trench and
crumbled softly to the bottom.
"Go on. The night is very cold. "
Those who have watched till the morning know how the last hour before
the light lengthens itself into many eternities.
