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True at First Sight. A novel by Ernest Hemingway. Translated by Sigurður A. Magnússon.
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899, Oak Park, Illinois, United States – July 2, 1961, Ketchum, Idaho) was an American writer. He worked as a journalist, an ambulance driver (in Italy during World War I), and, of course, as a writer. He lived for a time in Paris, where he met F. Scott Fitzgerald and James Joyce, among others. He committed suicide by shooting himself in the head with a shotgun.
Long before dawn, Mwindi woke us with tea. He said "Hodi" and left the tea on the table outside the tent door. I took a cup to Mary and got dressed outside. It was cloudy and the stars were invisible.
Charo and Ngui came in the dark to get the guns and cartridges, and I took my tea out to the table where one of the boys who walked around the tent was loading the rifle. Mary was washing and dressing, still half asleep. I walked out into the open area beyond the elephant's skull and the three large bushes and found the ground still damp underfoot. It had dried up during the night and would be much drier than the day before. I doubted, however, that we could get the car much further than the spot where I thought the lion had caught its prey, and I was sure that the ground beyond it and between it and the swamp was too wet.
The swamp was, to be honest, a misnomer. It was a real papyrus swamp with a good deal of running water, for it was about a mile wide and perhaps a seventh and a half long. But the place we called a swamp also included an area of tall trees surrounding it. Many of them were relatively tall and some were very beautiful. They formed a belt of forest around the swamp itself, but parts of this timber had been torn down by hungry elephants, so that it was almost impassable. In this forest we found a few rhinoceroses; there were almost always a few elephants and sometimes a whole herd of elephants. Two herds of buffalo also kept there. Leopards kept deep in this forest and went from there to hunt, and it was the refuge of the lion in question when he came down to feed on the game of the plains.
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899, Oak Park, Illinois, United States – July 2, 1961, Ketchum, Idaho) was an American writer. He worked as a journalist, an ambulance driver (in Italy during World War I), and, of course, as a writer. He lived for a time in Paris, where he met F. Scott Fitzgerald and James Joyce, among others. He committed suicide by shooting himself in the head with a shotgun.
Long before dawn, Mwindi woke us with tea. He said "Hodi" and left the tea on the table outside the tent door. I took a cup to Mary and got dressed outside. It was cloudy and the stars were invisible.
Charo and Ngui came in the dark to get the guns and cartridges, and I took my tea out to the table where one of the boys who walked around the tent was loading the rifle. Mary was washing and dressing, still half asleep. I walked out into the open area beyond the elephant's skull and the three large bushes and found the ground still damp underfoot. It had dried up during the night and would be much drier than the day before. I doubted, however, that we could get the car much further than the spot where I thought the lion had caught its prey, and I was sure that the ground beyond it and between it and the swamp was too wet.
The swamp was, to be honest, a misnomer. It was a real papyrus swamp with a good deal of running water, for it was about a mile wide and perhaps a seventh and a half long. But the place we called a swamp also included an area of tall trees surrounding it. Many of them were relatively tall and some were very beautiful. They formed a belt of forest around the swamp itself, but parts of this timber had been torn down by hungry elephants, so that it was almost impassable. In this forest we found a few rhinoceroses; there were almost always a few elephants and sometimes a whole herd of elephants. Two herds of buffalo also kept there. Leopards kept deep in this forest and went from there to hunt, and it was the refuge of the lion in question when he came down to feed on the game of the plains.