[The Story of an African Farm by (AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner]@TWC D-Link book
The Story of an African Farm

CHAPTER 2
19/54

I only wished for a smooth piece of road, so that I might sit at the front and doze.

At the places where we outspanned there were sometimes rare plants and flowers, the festoons hanging from the bush-trees, and nuts and insects, such as we never see here; but after a little while I never looked at them--I was too tired.
"I ate as much as I could, and then lay down on my face under the wagon till the boy came to wake me to inspan, and then we drove on again all night; so it went, so it went.

I think sometimes when I walked by my oxen I called to them in my sleep, for I know I thought of nothing; I was like an animal.

My body was strong and well to work, but my brain was dead.

If you have not felt it, Lyndall, you cannot understand it.
You may work, and work, and work, till you are only a body, not a soul.


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