tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post8036236563360595207..comments2023-10-20T16:46:35.795+01:00Comments on The Little Wooden Boy: Portrait 10Mose23http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-48514420686379601052013-10-12T12:23:03.301+01:002013-10-12T12:23:03.301+01:00"You treacherous, white-headed old villain,&q..."You treacherous, white-headed old villain," I exclaimed angrily, "I am half inclined to kill you for so savage a trick. Odds! but my arm feels as if it were broken."<br /><br />The fellow grinned at me, showing his yellow fangs.<br /><br />"I care not if you kill," he answered, with true Indian stoicism. "I am old, and have served the Sun long. Kill, but I will not be unavenged of my people; for, whether I live or die, it matters not--there is no escape for you."<br /><br />He spoke with such confidence as to stun me.<br /><br />"No escape? Why?"<br /><br />His lips curled with undisguised contempt.<br /><br />"So my words sting. Well, they are true, nor am I unwilling to tell you. You are trapped here. There is no path you can travel, either by night or day, unseen of our people. You have already climbed along the only passage leading here, and you dare not go back. This way you have reached the end. Behind is the village; here the altar of sacrifice--choose either, and you die like the Français dogs you are."<br /><br />"Who is here to touch us?" I asked derisively. "There is food in plenty; we can wait our chance."<br /><br />"Ay, you have grace of this day in which to make ready," his wrinkled face lighting maliciously. "When yonder moon becomes round it will be the night of sacrifice. Know you what will happen then?" he licked his thin lips greedily. "I may not be here to see, but it will be the same. Up that path of rocks will swarm all of my race, and what then can save you from the altar? How they will welcome the victims waiting their pleasure--white-faced Français."<br /><br />Randall Parrish: Père André LaFossier, in Prisoners of Chance, 1908TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-76649368699130810252013-10-12T09:15:03.027+01:002013-10-12T09:15:03.027+01:00Thank you, Marie and Vassilis, very much.
May the...Thank you, Marie and Vassilis, very much.<br /><br />May the Whiteheaded Saints preserve us from the tyranny of generalities, Tom.<br /><br />L'Chaim.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-17417546406657325712013-10-11T13:44:13.045+01:002013-10-11T13:44:13.045+01:00That old Whiteheaded Villan "lives in the det...That <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kGRhNBjfS0" rel="nofollow">old Whiteheaded Villan</a> "lives in the details", here...<br />TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-2483953394865565182013-10-10T07:52:34.463+01:002013-10-10T07:52:34.463+01:00Ditto the above...as usual.Ditto the above...as usual.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-6990523840391748692013-10-10T04:48:07.004+01:002013-10-10T04:48:07.004+01:00human water falls
that says it all, doesn't ...human water falls<br />that says it all, doesn't it...<br />brilliant as usual.Marie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.com