Of dust and dogs

. . . stirring up the dust in rolling clouds, through which appeared presently the Magdala prisoners, plodding wearily to the tent-lines.
       The Europeans were in the van, and a sorry lot they were, like tramps on the look-out for a hen-roost; if you’d seen ’em at your gate you’d have set the dog on them.


Flashman on the March, p.213, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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