The Folly At Falconbridge Hall
“Before Julian could seek him out, a leopard roared. It sounded close to camp and frightened the pack mules. One pulled free and made a mad dash into the jungle. The men spent hours rounding up the scared animal, finally bringing it back safely. By the time things settled down, dusk was upon them and another day had passed.
The next morning Julian checked to make sure his rifle was loaded. He took a native bearer with him and made his way along the path to the village, finding the thick air and rotting vegetation strangely claustrophobic. As they approached, wild cries emanated from behind the mud brick wall, making the hairs stand to attention at the nape of his neck. The bearer stopped and glanced at him, his eyes wide.
“We go.” Julian directed the way with his rifle.
They walked into the clearing circled by a cluster of conical-shaped mud and straw huts. A group of natives parted to let them through, the blowpipes they used to kill birds and animals hanging on their bare chests by a... leather strap.MoreLess
The next morning Julian checked to make sure his rifle was loaded. He took a native bearer with him and made his way along the path to the village, finding the thick air and rotting vegetation strangely claustrophobic. As they approached, wild cries emanated from behind the mud brick wall, making the hairs stand to attention at the nape of his neck. The bearer stopped and glanced at him, his eyes wide.
“We go.” Julian directed the way with his rifle.
They walked into the clearing circled by a cluster of conical-shaped mud and straw huts. A group of natives parted to let them through, the blowpipes they used to kill birds and animals hanging on their bare chests by a... leather strap.MoreLess
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