Antelope Hunting with Sir John — Conclusion

(…continued from Part 3…) At eleven o’clock, I retired for the night. At one o’clock I was tossing in frustration. By half-past two, I was in the kitchen, sitting at the little pinewood table, a large yellow-paged book before me. Tea water was heating in the kettle. John came in, complaining that among civilized folk, […]