Chapter One.
“How many more days, Jan, will it be before we get across this abominable desert?” I asked of our black guide, as we trudged along, he leading our sole remaining ox, while my uncle, Mr Roger Farley, and I led our two horses laden with the remnants of our property.
“May be ten days, may be two ten,” answered Jan Jigger, whose knowledge of numerals was somewhat limited.
I gave a groan, for I was footsore and...
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