Capitolo 64
how scorching of dust in summer to the power outlet." Still our doctor of Indian cow-buffalo is
I live, I fear.]--Wings BABA, K.C.B.
No XVII
THE SHIKARRY
[November 29 th 1879.]
I am gone out to spend one day in the jungle with him to see to play him/it,
on his really stage. His small flock of white curtains has flown a lot a
March to satisfy me, and you/he/she is now gotten off to this accessible stain near a
small poor village on the limit of the crop. I feel that I only have
produce for some days to his/her hospitable importunities and him
it will spread away me to depth of forest it lavishes, to the terrible penetralia
of the bison and the tiger. Also everything is strange here to me; the
common native a Bheel is become, the sparrowhawk an eagle, the grass
of the field an enormous growth, of reed in which an elephant becomes a lake
mouse of field. Out of the leaves come to strange bird-notes a strange,
silence broods us on; it is broken from strange rustlings and to whine;
he/she closes us on new oddly. Faintings of nature in his/her glory of
light of the sun and strange music; you/he/she has put before his/her powers in colossal
lumber and howling beasts of prey; it faints among the small wild flowers,
him waved by breezes and butterflies.
My heartbeats in strange anapaests. This world of dream of leaf and bird
it mixes the blood with a strange spell. The Spirit of Nature
it touches us with his caduceus:--
Fair is other, nobody sees thee;
But thies express it seems lower part and tender
As the most equitable, thee folds up for him
From the sight, that shine of liquid;
And every touch, doesn't see never still thee,
As I now feel....
Our curtains are played above by the shades trembling of the enormous one
pipal-tree that rises out in a tortuosity of laocooen of roots of an old man
well. The stain is fresh and pleasant. I/you/he/she round off us you/he/she is picketed elephants,
camels, steers and horses everybody that enjoys the shade. Our servants are