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Captain Fly-by-Night - audiobook
Captain Fly-by-Night - audiobook
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His great body stretched on the dirt floor in a shady corner of the barracks-room of the presidio ... a fortified military settlement ... his long moustache drooped, his big mouth open, Sergeant Carlos Cassara snored.His face was purple from wine and the heat; for the air was still and stagnant this siesta hour, and empty vessels on the table nearby told of the deep drinking that had been done.Scattered about were a corporal and a dozen soldiers, all sleeping and snoring. Against the wall, half a score of feet from the slumbering sergeant, an Indian neophyte ... a new entrant ... had dropped his palm-leaf and was glancing around the room from beneath eyelids that seemed about to close.Outside was the red dust, a foot deep on the highway, and the burning sun. The fountain before the mission splashed lazily; down at the beach it seemed that the tide had not its usual energy. Neophytes slept in the shadows cast by the mission walls. Here and there a robed friar went about his business despite the heat and the hour. There was no human being traveling El Camino Real-the king's highway-as far as a man with good eyes could see. You can hear the whole story.
His great body stretched on the dirt floor in a shady corner of the barracks-room of the presidio ... a fortified military settlement ... his long moustache drooped, his big mouth open, Sergeant Carlos Cassara snored.His face was purple from wine and the heat; for the air was still and stagnant this siesta hour, and empty vessels on the table nearby told of the deep drinking that had been done.Scattered about were a corporal and a dozen soldiers, all sleeping and snoring. Against the wall, half a score of feet from the slumbering sergeant, an Indian neophyte ... a new entrant ... had dropped his palm-leaf and was glancing around the room from beneath eyelids that seemed about to close.Outside was the red dust, a foot deep on the highway, and the burning sun. The fountain before the mission splashed lazily; down at the beach it seemed that the tide had not its usual energy. Neophytes slept in the shadows cast by the mission walls. Here and there a robed friar went about his business despite the heat and the hour. There was no human being traveling El Camino Real-the king's highway-as far as a man with good eyes could see. You can hear the whole story.
| Kategoria: | Obcojęzyczne |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: | brak |
