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Excerpt from In the Shadow of the Drum Tower
In the farthest corner of a little mud house lay a tiny yellow form, racked with a scorching fever. The day was mercilessly hot, but in the middle of the hut was a fire burning brightly and filling the air with choking smoke, for the only outlet was a hole in the wall. A woman, weary with watching, struggled about to keep the fire hot. Surely the heat would drive away the evil spirit that was haunting the body of her baby boy! She leaned low Over the tiny form. The heartbeat was so faint that she could scarcely hear it. The breath came short and the hand was limp and cold. She knew that Death was near, and he must not find his victim under cover. If he did, the evil spirits would haunt the house ever after. Gathering all the garments the baby had ever worn, and catching her boy to her heart, she stumbled out of the hut into the full light of a summer day. The sunlight dazzled her, and the throbbing in her temples was almost beyond endurance. She must lay him on the hillside, but let it be in the shade where the burning rays of the sun would be warded off.
Stumblingly, with many a halt and struggle, the weary woman at last reached the place for which she was searching - the shadow of the great Drum Tower! She fell to a sitting posture, and fighting the age - old sorrow that oppressed her, proceeded to put on the dying baby the garments she had brought. He would need them all in the world to which he was going. How she longed for more to contribute to his happiness and comfort in the eternities to come! Just then the great drum sounded out the noontime call to prayer. Unable to endure the dull thud in her ears she took one last look at the drawn little face and ?ed.
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In the farthest corner of a little mud house lay a tiny yellow form, racked with a scorching fever. The day was mercilessly hot, but in the middle of the hut was a fire burning brightly and filling the air with choking smoke, for the only outlet was a hole in the wall. A woman, weary with watching, struggled about to keep the fire hot. Surely the heat would drive away the evil spirit that was haunting the body of her baby boy! She leaned low Over the tiny form. The heartbeat was so faint that she could scarcely hear it. The breath came short and the hand was limp and cold. She knew that Death was near, and he must not find his victim under cover. If he did, the evil spirits would haunt the house ever after. Gathering all the garments the baby had ever worn, and catching her boy to her heart, she stumbled out of the hut into the full light of a summer day. The sunlight dazzled her, and the throbbing in her temples was almost beyond endurance. She must lay him on the hillside, but let it be in the shade where the burning rays of the sun would be warded off.
Stumblingly, with many a halt and struggle, the weary woman at last reached the place for which she was searching - the shadow of the great Drum Tower! She fell to a sitting posture, and fighting the age - old sorrow that oppressed her, proceeded to put on the dying baby the garments she had brought. He would need them all in the world to which he was going. How she longed for more to contribute to his happiness and comfort in the eternities to come! Just then the great drum sounded out the noontime call to prayer. Unable to endure the dull thud in her ears she took one last look at the drawn little face and ?ed.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Author(s) - Laura Delany Garst
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ISBN - 9780364622421
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.2 cm
Page Count - 158
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