Author 'Jan Carew'
A light drizzle was sweeping across the river when we boarded the steamer for Bartica. The rain had been falling...
When I returned to the harbours of home The sea was chained. The wind spawned pennants of palms; Forests were...
A light drizzle was sweeping across the river when we boarded the steamer for Bartica. The rain had been falling...
When I returned to the harbours of home The sea was chained. The wind spawned pennants of palms; Forests were...