Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.
Mary AustinAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: September 9, 1868
- Died: August 13, 1934
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