Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 6
“Butit’sdifferentinthepicture,”Ivolunteered,whileallthetimemymemorywasbusyreconstructingthephotograph.Thegeneraltrendofthelandscapeandthelineofthedistanthillswerethesame.ThedifferencesInotedaloudandpointedoutwithmyfinger.
“Thehouseswasaboutrighthere,andtherewasmoretrees,lotsoftrees,andlotsofgrass,andlotsofgoats.Icansee’emnow,an’twoboysdrivin’’em.An’righthereisalotofmenwalkin’behindoneman.An’overthere”—IpointedtowhereIhadplacedmyvillage—“isalotoftramps.Theyain’tgotnothin’onexceptin’rags.An’they’resick.Theirfaces,an’hands,an’legsisallsores.”
“He’sheardthestoryinchurchorsomewhere—youremember,thehealingofthelepersinLuke,”themissionarysaidwithasmileofsatisfaction.“Howmanysicktrampsarethere,myboy?”
IhadlearnedtocounttoahundredwhenIwasfiveyearsold,soIwentoverthegroupcarefullyandannounced:
“Tenof’em.They’reallwavin’theirarmsan’yellin’attheothermen.”
“Buttheydon’tcomenearthem?”wasthequery.
Ishookmyhead.“Theyjuststandrighttherean’keepa-yellin’liketheywasintrouble.
