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From: | Rob Benjamin |
Subject: | [Adaldap-users] knee-deep |
Date: | Fri, 8 Sep 2006 16:22:30 +0800 |
I havent ascrap of real superstition in me, but I
hate crossing a river atnight. I make a point of respecting the gods of theheathen.
Elisha asked for a harpist, and as this minstrel played,the hand of the Lord came
upon Elisha. There was water, good water, they said, but it was not in any panor
stream.
All the way from Pietersburg we had been troubled
bythe vivid imaginations of our outfit.
I had been scared by the boysbehaviour the first
two days.
Nevertheless, we can turn to Scripture for a
precedent for this type ofspiritual communication. Our road was over the Wood Bush,
and then north-eastacross the two Letabas to the Pufuri river.
I had been scared by the boysbehaviour the first
two days. I didnt like the story, but it was no use being angry with a ladwho looked
like a sick dog.
Well, westruck a big kraal that afternoon, but not
a word would they say tous. The only feasible entrance wasby the rondavel. I was
turning to go away, when I looked at the door on the farside. We do NOT keep any
eBooks in compliance with a particularpaper edition.
From these I havemade a selection which I now set
forth.
The best thing I could do seemedto be to try and
patch up a peace with the water merchant.
Now that Ithink of it, there was probably Arab
blood in him. Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Butfor my purpose the
place looked promising.
I madefor Portuguese territory, and that evening
got to the Limpopo.
But the tradition is more likely to be negative.
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