 W the reeds where the guinea-fowl were he stepped cautiously on to the low black rock, and in an instant was swept off his feet, tossed and tumbled over and over, into the mud and reeds, and there was a noise of furious rushing and crashing as if a troop...  Jock of the Bushveld - Page 104by Sir Percy Fitzpatrick - 1907 - 474 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Walter Lowrie Hervey, Melvin Hix - 1911 - 324 pages
...black rock would take him to the big one. Without taking his eyes off the reeds where the guinea fowl were, he stepped cautiously on to the low black rock,...tossed and tumbled over and over, into the mud and the reeds, and there was a noise of furious rushing and crashing as if a troop of elephants were stampeding... | |
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