When the birds fly southCoblentz, Stanton A. (Stanton Arthur)
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When the birds fly south
Coblentz, Stanton A. (Stanton Arthur)
Afghanistan -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
I was half convinced that my fever had been playing me tricks, when
a slender little moving shape far above caught my attention. After
an instant, it disappeared behind a ledge, but after another instant
emerged; and close behind it trailed other specks--slowly jogging
specks with upright forms!
In that first dumbfounded moment, I did not ask myself who they might
be. Enough that they were human--and almost within hail! Quivering
uncontrollably, I strove vainly to lift myself to a sitting posture.
Then, with what scanty lung power remained to me, I attempted to shout;
but my dry throat gave forth scarcely a feeble mumbling, the mere ghost
of a voice.
And directly following that first sharp relief, still sharper terror
seized me. Must I remain here unseen? At that thought, I was racked
with a dry crackling laugh, more like a cough than an expression of
mirth; and I lifted my left hand and frantically waved my red-bordered
handkerchief, while cackling and gibbering to myself like an insane old
man.
By bending my neck and straining my eyes, I could still follow the
figures. Had my enfeebled voice permitted, I would have shouted out
curses, would have laden them with all the imprecations of hell, when
they passed directly above and glided on their way around a bend in
the mountain. There were at least half a dozen of them, and they could
not have been from the camp, for they were clad in blue and red not at
all like the khaki we wore; and their voices had some quality quite
unlike anything I had heard before. There even seemed to be a note of
excitement in their calls, a tone of surprise, though of that I could
not be sure.
* * * * *
Some time later I opened my eyes once more, and saw three turbaned men
descending almost within arm's reach.
Whether they had been friends or head-hunting savages, their first
effect upon me would have been the same. In my weakened state, I was
unprepared for the shock; my senses forsook me, and unconsciousness
returned.
But when at length I came to myself, I seemed to be in another world.
The first thing I realized was that I was sitting with head propped up
against the boulder; and at the same time I was aware of the sound of
voices, voices that were pleasant although unfamiliar. And as I opened
my eyes, my surprise increased; not three strangers but six stood
before me, two of them women!
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