A few steps away, “Rolla” lies panting in the sunshine.
With every gust of wind he seems to exhale his life.
His quivering form is sinking rapidly; we hear his heavy sighs and watch his quivering skin.
The plucky little fellow makes another desperate effort to rise up to the spheres he has conquered; but his strength at last betrays him, and he falls back on the green, empty, motionless, dead.
Paris, June, 1901.
“In the pilgrimage many things happen that are not to the taste of the pilgrim.”
Sheik Ali Mohammed: The Rose of Bagdad.
ELEVEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE COPIES OF THIS BOOK ON OLD STRATFORD DECKLE-EDGE PAPER AND THIRTY COPIES ON IMPERIAL JAPAN VELLUM HAVE BEEN PRINTED FOR ELDER AND SHEPARD BY THE TWENTIETH CENTURY PRESS IN THE YEAR MCMII, AND THE TYPE DISTRIBUTED.
