large/5152/brushwoodboy_1111_librivox_64kb_mp3/brushwoodboy_02_kipling_64kb_15
large/5152/brushwoodboy_1111_librivox_64kb_mp3/brushwoodboy_02_kipling_64kb
English
5152
They foregathered in the middle of an endless, hot tropic night, and crept into a huge house that stood, he knew, somewhere north of the railway station where the people ate among the roses. THEY FOREGATHERED IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ENDLESS HOT TROPIC NIGHT AND CREPT INTO A HUGE HOUSE THAT STOOD HE KNEW SOMEWHERE NORTH OF THE RAILWAY STATION WHERE THE PEOPLE ATE AMONG THE ROSES
moved at all, carried him along the old beach-road to the downs, the lamp-post, and, once in a while, to terrible Policeman Day. The second time that he returned to the world’s lost continent (this was a dream that repeated itself again and again, with variations, on the same ground) he knew that if he only sat still the person from the Lily Lock would help him, and he was not disappointed. Sometimes he was trapped in mines of vast depth hollowed out of the heart of the world, where men in torment chanted echoing songs; and he heard this person coming along through the galleries, and everything was made safe and delightful. They met again in low-roofed Indian railway-carriages that halted in a garden surrounded by gilt-and-green railings, where a mob of stony white people, all unfriendly, sat at breakfast-tables covered with roses, and separated Georgie from his companion, while underground voices sang deep-voiced songs. Georgie was filled with enormous despair till they two met again. LTOGETHER OR IF IT MOVED AT ALL CARRIED HIM ALONG THE OLD BEACH ROAD TO THE DOWNS THE LAMP POST AND ONCE IN A WHILE TWO TERRIBLE POLICEMEN DAY THE SECOND TIME THAT HE RETURNED TO THE WORLD'S LOST CONTINENT THIS WAS A DREAM THAT REPEATED ITSELF AGAIN AND AGAIN WITH VARIATIONS ON THE SAME GROUND HE KNEW THAT IF HE ONLY SAT STILL THE PERSON FROM THE LILY LOCK WOULD HELP HIM AND HE WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED SOMETIMES HE WAS TRAPPED IN MINES OF VAST DEPTH HOLLOWED OUT OF THE HEART OF THE WORLD WHERE MEN IN TORMENT CHANTED TO ECHOING SONGS AND HE HEARD THIS PERSON COMING ALONG THROUGH THE GALLERIES AND EVERYTHING WAS MADE SAFE AND DELIGHTFUL THEY MET AGAIN IN LOW ROOFED INDIAN RAILWAY CARRIAGES THAT HALTED IN A GARDEN SURROUNDED BY GILT AND GREEN RAILINGS WHERE A MOB OF STONY WHITE PEOPLE ALL UNFRIENDLY SAT AT BREAKFAST TABLES COVERED WITH ROSES AND SEPARATED GEORGIE FROM HIS COMPANION WHILE UNDERGROUND VOICES SANG DEEP VOICED SONGS GEORGIE WAS FILLED WITH ENORMOUS DESPAIR TILL THEY TWO MET AGAIN
large/5152/brushwoodboy_1111_librivox_64kb_mp3/brushwoodboy_02_kipling_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/5152/brushwoodboy_1111_librivox_64kb_mp3/brushwoodboy_02_kipling_64kb.flac