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ErnestHemingway
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NgajeNgai,"
theHouseofGod.Closetothewesternsummitthereisthediredandfrozencarcassofaleopard.Noonehasexplainedwhattheleopardwasseekingatthataltitude.
"
Themarvellousthingisthatit’spainless,"
hesaid."
That'
showyouknowwhenitstarts."
Isitreally?
Absolutely.I’mawfullysorryabouttheodorthough.Thatmustbotheryou."
Don'
t!
Pleasedon'
t."
Lookatthem,"
Nowisitsightorisitscentthatbringsthemlikethat?
Thecotthemanlayonwasinthewideshadeofamimosatreeandashelookedoutpasttheshadeontotheglareoftheplaintherewerethreeofthebigbirdssquattedobscenely,whileintheskyadozenmoresailed,makingquick-movingshadowsastheypassed.
They'
vebeentheresincethedaythetruckbrokedown,"
Today'
sthefirsttimeanyhavelitontheground.IwatchedthewaytheysailedverycarefullyatfirstincaseIeverwantedtousetheminastory.That'
sfunnynow."
"
Iwishyouwouldn'
t,"
shesaid.
I'
monlytalking,"
It'
smucheasierifItalk.ButIdon'
twanttobotheryou."
Youknowitdoesn'
tbotherme,"
shesaid."
sthatI'
vegottensoverynervousnotbeingabletodoanything.Ithinkwemightmakeitaseasyaswecanuntiltheplanecomes."
Oruntiltheplanedoesn'
tcome."
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reagoodshotnow.Itaughtyoutoshoot,didn'
tI?
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ttalkthatway.Couldn'
tIreadtoyou?
Readwhat?
Anythinginthebookthatwehaven'
tread."
Ican'
tlistentoit,"
hesaid."
Talkingistheeasiest.Wequarrelandthatmakesthetimepass."
Idon'
tquarrel.Ineverwanttoquarrel.Let'
snotquarrelanymore.Nomatterhownervousweget.Maybetheywillbebackwithanothertrucktoday.Maybetheplanewillcome."
twanttomove,"
themansaid."
Thereisnosenseinmovingnowexcepttomakeiteasierforyou."
scowardly."
Can'
tyouletamandieascomfortablyashecanwithoutcallinghimnames?
What'
stheuseofclangingme?
You'
renotgoingtodie."
tbesilly.I'
mdyingnow.Askthosebastards."
Helookedovertowherethehuge,filthybirdssat,theirnakedheadssunkinthehunchedfeathers.Afourthplaneddown,torunquickleggedandthenwaddleslowlytowardtheothers.
Theyarearoundeverycamp.Younevernoticethem.Youcan'
tdieifyoudon'
tgiveup."
Wheredidyoureadthat?
You'
resuchabloodyfool."
Youmightthinkaboutsomeoneelse."
ForChrist'
ssake,"
hesaid,"
that'
sbeenmytrade."
Helaythenandwasquietforawhileandlookedacrosstheheatshimmeroftheplaintotheedgeofthebush.TherewereafewTommiesthatshowedminuteandwhiteagainsttheyellowand,faroff,hesawaherdofzebra,whiteagainstthegreenofthebush.Thiswasapleasantcampunderbigtreesagainstahill,withgoodwater,andcloseby,anearlydrywaterholewheresandgrouseflightedinthemornings.
Wouldn'
tyoulikemetoread?
sheasked.Shewassittingonacanvaschairbesidehiscot."
There'
sabreezecomingup.
Nothanks."
Maybethetruckwillcome."
tgiveadamnaboutthetruck."
Ido."
YougiveadamnaboutsomanythingsthatIdon'
Notsomany,Harry."
Whataboutadrink?
ssupposedtobebadforyou.ItsaidinBlack'
stoavoidallalcohol.
Youshouldn'
tdrink."
Molo!
heshouted.
YesBwana."
Bringwhiskey-soda."
swhatImeanbygivingup.Itsaysit'
s
badforyou.Iknowit'
sbadforyou."
No,"
sgoodforme."
Sonowitwasallov