H. Rider Haggard Quote
It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset. You are a strange man, said Sir Henry, when he had ceased. Umbopa laughed. It seems to me that we are much alike, Incubu. Perhaps I seek a brother over the mountains.
H. Rider Haggard
It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset. You are a strange man, said Sir Henry, when he had ceased. Umbopa laughed. It seems to me that we are much alike, Incubu. Perhaps I seek a brother over the mountains.