The Old Diviner
The Old soothsayer My dad had a geologist companion who knew about my enthusiasm for precious stones and appealing bits of shaded metal. He was going on a day's excursion into the hedge with an old water seer to site another mine. My dad inquired as to whether I could run with. I didn't care for the geologist, I felt that he viewed me as a weight, however I needed to dive deep into the shrubbery. I needed to see wild creatures and find awesome gems. Above all else I needed to see a hyena. The begin of the adventure was energizing, it was my sort of shrub - thick woodlands and open vleis (leaks) - however the thick timberland soon dwindled. Town charcoal burners had diminished the timberlands to make charcoal to offer over the outskirt in the Congo. In transit there I was sitting straight, paying special mind to natural life - however I saw nothing. The zone had been chased out some time before. There were not a single precious stones in sight either, and the geologist wryly sta...