Gaudy fungi sprouted from the bark walls of the humpies, which were furred with green slime. The roofs, shrunk by the long dry season, and the green beams which supported them swelled and twisted and leaked at every joint, and the ant-bed floor came up in clods of grey mud on the men's boots.

I had been warned of the inadvisability of disturbing sleeping dogs, so it did not surprise me when the wakened dog snarled at me.

[…] and the track abounds in unblooped splices.

I have received both. People like Deck, Mingo, Lars, Richard Montari, and others have been gracious, patient, and helpful. I have learned much from them. But, damn it is a rough crowd here. There are a wole helluva lot of shitweasels here that thrive on being small.