It was very, very hot. That is to say, it was as hot as it knows how to be in Johnstown, Guiana, which means a damp, sticky, stifling kind of heat. The sun made the muddy river look oily, and the party of three seated under the great fig-tree which shaded the boarding-house by the wharf seemed as if they were slowly melting away like so much of the sugar of which the wharves and warehouses and the vessels moored in the river smelt.
- Paperback | 92 pages
- 216 x 280 x 5mm | 240g
- 24 Jun 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white