“ The moose are gone, and their bones lie under the sand in the soft coal which was the forest by the estuary, thousands of years ago. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Long ago, when moose roamed in the forest at the mountain of the Two Rivers, otters had followed eels migrating from ponds and swamps to the seas. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Long ago, when moose roamed in the forest at the mountain of the Two Rivers, otters had followed eels migrating from ponds and swamps to the seas. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Long ago, when moose roamed in the forest at the mountain of the Two Rivers, otters had followed eels migrating from ponds and swamps to the seas. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ Long ago, when moose roamed in the forest at the mountain of the Two Rivers, otters had followed eels migrating from ponds and swamps to the seas. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
- 1.1K
“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
- 1.9K
“ The moose are gone, and their bones lie under the sand in the soft coal which was the forest by the estuary, thousands of years ago. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
- 2.5K
“ Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
“ Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
“ With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears - weak, whiskey tears - would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother. ”
- Henry Williamson- Copy
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