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At Suvla Bay

Chapter 8 THE CITY OF WONDERFUL COLOUR ALEXANDRIA

Word Count: 1086    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

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e were gray-painted Government sheds, with white numbers

lts, side-arms, red fezes, and carrying canes, both smoking

ragged clothes and a flock of little brown children continually dodged the native police as we sailed slowly thro

The Egyptian sunset had just vanished and the deep blu

g "The Wearin' o' the Green" in that mournful

ite, with a shock of black hair and brown face and arms. She wore a pink dress with some brass buttons hung round her neck. She danced with a

gurgling noise into silence the little dancing girl began to sing in a d

g way-Tip

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girl I k

h, and danced to the tune

threw a penny. The whole gang of beggars scrambled after it, and t

ity lit up beyond

ume-coloured robes and bare feet, turbans and red fezes-were working on the transports, unloading box after box of bully-beef and b

rked under the direction of English serge

ch follows the British wherever they go. The docks we

a novel by Arnold Bennett

were trying to take in the splendid Eastern scenes. Here w

ised as a water-carrier, with a goatskin bottle slung over his s

by melons, and beans, tomatoes and figs and dates-a jumble of colour, orange, scarlet, green, and gold. Pitchers and jars and woven carpets; queer Eastern scents; shu

who would believe there could be such figur

rt march, bu

. It was good. What a pity we

ented. Old men with hollow eyes and yellow parchment skins all creased and wrinkled

was stifling-the shadows purple-black, the sunlight glar

th queer oriental carvin

Nights come true, and I remembered the gray

e sailing far away upon a blue sea. Just a glimpse of the city of wonderful colour a

one wondered sometimes if he would be claimed by t

ged into battle. A bullet for one, shrapnel for another, dysente

were thinking of the immediate future. Each one tried to make out he didn't care, but each one was thinking upon the same subject-his luck, fate, kism

ve out of the sea, others were green with vineyards; once or

off, until at last we sighted a sandy streak, and late

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At Suvla Bay
At Suvla Bay
“John Gordon Hargrave (6 June 1894 – 21 November 1982), (woodcraft name 'White Fox'), was described in his obituary as an 'author, cartoonist, inventor, lexicographer, artist and psychic healer'. As Head Man of the Kibbo Kift, he was a prominent youth leader in Britain during the 1920s and 1930s. He was a Utopian thinker, a believer in both science and magic, and a figure-head for the Social Credit movement in British politics. "At Suvla Bay"; Being the notes and sketches of scenes, characters and adventures of the Dardanelles campaign. (Excerpt from Wikipedia)”
1 Chapter 1 IN WHICH MY KING AND COUNTRY NEED ME2 Chapter 2 A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY3 Chapter 3 SNARED4 Chapter 4 CHARACTERS5 Chapter 5 I HEAR OF HAWK6 Chapter 6 ON THE MOVE7 Chapter 7 MEDITERRANEAN NIGHTS8 Chapter 8 THE CITY OF WONDERFUL COLOUR ALEXANDRIA9 Chapter 9 MAROONED ON LEMNOS ISLAND10 Chapter 10 THE NEW LANDING11 Chapter 11 THE KAPANJA SIRT12 Chapter 12 THE SNIPER-HUNT13 Chapter 13 THE ADVENTURE OF THE WHITE PACK-MULE14 Chapter 14 THE SNIPER OF THE PEAR-TREE GULLY15 Chapter 15 KANGAROO BEACH16 Chapter 16 THE ADVENTURE OF THE LOST SQUADS17 Chapter 17 "OH, TO BE IN ENGLAND!"18 Chapter 18 TWO MEN RETURN19 Chapter 19 THE RETREAT20 Chapter 20 "JHILL-O! JOHNNIE!"21 Chapter 21 SILVER BAY22 Chapter 22 DUG-OUT YARNS23 Chapter 23 THE WISDOM OF FATHER S--24 Chapter 24 THE SHARP-SHOOTERS25 Chapter 25 A SCOUT AT SUVLA BAY26 Chapter 26 THE BUSH-FIRES27 Chapter 27 THE DEPARTURE28 Chapter 28 LOOKING BACK