Old Man Savarin Stories: Tales of Canada and Canadians
“ Yet when the old burgher spoke again he seemed to have forgotten the great Swartz diamond."Such silence on this veldt!" he murmured. "I remember it alive with great game. Not twenty miles from here I have lain often awake in the night to a concert of lions and hyenas and jackals, with the stamping of wildebeests, and the barking of quaggas, and the rushing away of springbok and blesbok as the breeze gave them our scent. Now we hear nothing, my friends—nothing whatever moving on the plain?""Only the horses and the pickets and the stream," said Deschamps. ”
