![]() Pendergast and his wife of two years, Helen. ![]() The evening chatter was underlain by the distant roar ![]() Which mingled with the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen tent. The low murmur of their conversation, punctuated by an occasional laugh from the woman, was almost indistinguishableĪmid the sounds of the African bush: the calls of vervet monkeys, the screech of francolins and chattering of fire-finches, The coolness did not extend to the woman, who was lazily fanning herself with a largeīanana leaf, stirring the thick mane of auburn hair she had loosely tied back with a bit of salvaged twine. The man, slender and tall, was remarkable for a cool, almost icy paleness They were dressed in dusty khakis, long pants and sleeves, protection against the tsetse flies that came out In the shade of the central tree, two figures, a man and a woman, were seated in camp chairs on either side of a table, drinking Scent of burning mopane wood and roasting kudu. A thread of smoke from a cooking fire twisted up through the cover, carrying with it the tantalizing Several dusty canvas tents circled a beaten area shaded by a grove of old musasa trees, their branches spreading like emerald ![]() Makwele Stream rose in the east like blunt green teeth, framed against the sky. T HE SETTING SUN BLAZED THROUGH THE AFRICAN bush like a forest fire, hot yellow in the sweltering evening that gathered over the bush camp. ![]()
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