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Nic Revel: A White Slaves Adventures in Alligator Land
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2519821Nic Revel: A White Slaves Adventures in Alligator Landhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/nic-revel-a-white-slaves-adventures-in-alligator-land-9781465620811/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3326923/aefa055b-a202-4db4-9375-dba990c51af8.jpg?v=638385213434630000102102MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/2456396Nic Revel: A White Slaves Adventures in Alligator Land102102https://www.gandhi.com.mx/nic-revel-a-white-slaves-adventures-in-alligator-land-9781465620811/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3326923/aefa055b-a202-4db4-9375-dba990c51af8.jpg?v=638385213434630000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20219781465620811_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9781465620811_<p>The Captain was having his after-dinner nap when Nic took down one of the rods which always hung ready in the hall, glanced at the fly to see if it was all right, and then crossed the garden to the fields. He turned off towards the river, from which, deep down in the lovely combe, came a low, murmurous, rushing sound, quite distinct from a deep, sullen roar from the thick woodland a few hundred yards to his right. No fishing to-day, he said, and he rested his rod against one of the sturdy dwarf oaks which sheltered the house from the western gales, and then walked on, drawing in deep draughts of the soft salt air and enjoying the beauty of the scene around. For the old estate had been well chosen by the Revels of two hundred years earlier; and, look which way he might, up or down the miniature valley, there were the never-tiring beauties of one of the most delightful English districts. The murmur increased as the young man strode on down the rugged slope, or leaped from mossy stone to stone, amongst heather, furze, and fern, to where the steep sides of the combe grew more thickly clothed with trees, in and amongst which the sheep had made tracks like a map of the little valley, till all at once he stood at the edge of a huge mass of rock, gazing through the leaves at the foaming brown water which washed the base of the natural wall, and eddied and leaped and tore on along its zigzag bed, onward towards the sea. From where he stood he gazed straight across at the other side of the combe, one mass of greens of every tint, here lit up by the sun, there deep in shadow; while, watered by the soft moist air and mists which rose from below, everything he gazed upon was rich and luxuriant in the extreme. The rain must have been tremendous up in the moor, thought the young man, as he gazed down into the lovely gully at the rushing water, which on the previous day had been a mere string of stony pools connected by a trickling stream, some of them deep and dark, the haunts of the salmon which came up in their season from the sea. What a change! Yesterday, all as clear as crystal; now, quite a golden brown. Then, thinking of how the salmon must be taking advantage of the little flood to run up higher to their spawning-grounds among the hills, Nic turned off to his right to follow a rugged track along the cliff-like side, sometimes low down, sometimes high up; now in deep shadow, now in openings where the sun shot through to make the hurrying waters sparkle and flash. The young man went on and on for quite a quarter of a mile, with the sullen roar increasing till it became one deep musical boom; and, turning a corner where a portion of the cliff overhung the narrow path, and long strands of ivy hung down away from the stones, he stepped out of a green twilight into broad sunshine, to stand upon a shelf of rock, gazing into a circular pool some hundred feet across. Here was the explanation of the deep, melodious roar. For, to his right, over what resembled a great eight-foot-high step in the valley, the whole of the little river plunged down from the continuation of the gorge, falling in one broad cascade in a glorious curve right into the pool, sending up a fine spray which formed a cloud, across which, like a bridge over the fall, the lovely tints of a rainbow played from time to time.</p>...9781465620811_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_158e5991-6264-373e-b597-ed790eb27a14_9781465620811;9781465620811_9781465620811George ManvilleInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-ef490349-ef8a-4f41-8261-553b7f1a19ff.epub2021-02-24T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria