Under Handicap (Fiscle Part-I) A Novel
Von: Jackson Gregory
Outside There Was Shimmering Heat And Dry, Thirsty Sand, Miles Upon
Miles Of It Flashing By In A Gray, Barren Blur. A Flat, Arid,
Monotonous Land, Vast, Threatening, Waterless, Treeless. Its Immensity
Awed, Its Bleakness Depressed. Man's Work Here Seemed But To
Accentuate The Puny Insignificance Of Man. Man Had Come Upon The
Desert And Had Gone, Leaving Only A Line Of Telegraph-Poles With Their
Glistening Wires, Two Gleaming Parallel Rails Of Burning Steel To Mark
His Passing.
Miles Of It Flashing By In A Gray, Barren Blur. A Flat, Arid,
Monotonous Land, Vast, Threatening, Waterless, Treeless. Its Immensity
Awed, Its Bleakness Depressed. Man's Work Here Seemed But To
Accentuate The Puny Insignificance Of Man. Man Had Come Upon The
Desert And Had Gone, Leaving Only A Line Of Telegraph-Poles With Their
Glistening Wires, Two Gleaming Parallel Rails Of Burning Steel To Mark
His Passing.
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