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Portrait of Albert Kinross Albert Kinross The Truth about Vignolles — An Honest Living

Arakli, our destination, lay at the end of an abominable track which branched from an abominable road. It was a triangle of thatched hovels, about two hundred yards at its base, enclosing noisome mounds of refuse, dilapidated pigsties, and tumble-down hen-houses. In this enclosure the village dogs roamed at night, so fierce and so hungry that we had to beat them off as we descended before a kind of house that stood a little apart and rose one story higher than the other buildings of the place.
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Portrait of Albert Kinross Albert Kinross The Truth about Vignolles — An Honest Living

I went back to the village and discovered that it was New Year's Eve, being the thirty-first of December by the Greek calendar and the twelfth of January by ours; though the way I found it out was not through calendars, but from the sudden and bloodthirsty activity which had come over all those uncouth and misshapen creatures in the hovels. Armed with their long, sharp knives, they were chasing the pigs which had been housed in the dilapidated sties of the enclosure. The pigs knew that their hour was come and were running and screaming round the village.
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Portrait of Albert Kinross Albert Kinross The Truth about Vignolles — An Honest Living

Acre after acre of this virgin soil was being laid bare and open to the birds—wagtails mostly—that followed the plows and feasted. The shepherds, coming out of their reed camps and enclosures, watched us; but, beyond black looks and blacker imprecations, let us alone. A great dog trotted at our heels. I must have looked a perfect ass, dressed in my European clothes and carrying a carbine and a belt of cartridges. The bey in his fez and long frock-coat was bad enough! But still I felt that here was I, earning what in Macedonia, was considered an honest living.
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