By Francis Kleynjans
Read or Download Canons et arias, Op. 92a, pour deux guitares (Guitar Scores) PDF
Similar music: guitar books
- No Depression #78: Surveying the Past, Present, and Future of American Music (No Depression: Surveying the Past, Present, & Future of)
- Laptop Music Power!: The Comprehensive Guide
- Shakespeare and Popular Music
- Louisiana Fiddlers (American Made Music Series)
- Berlioz, Hector 's Symphonie Fantastique', Op. 14 An exploration of musical timbre
- Get the Callback: The Art of Auditioning for Musical Theatre
Extra resources for Canons et arias, Op. 92a, pour deux guitares (Guitar Scores)
Yeh knowed——” “This Rogers, he was tryin' to get off the burnin' wreck and he fell, somehow or——” “The oil tank blew, and a piece o' pipe took him,” grunted Tedge. ” Crump nodded scaredly. The black oarsman's eyes narrowed and he crouched dumbly as he rowed. Tedge was behind him—Tedge of the Marie Louise who could kill with his fists. No, Hogjaw knew nothing—he never would know anything. “I jest took him on out o' kindness,” mumbled Tedge. “I got no license fer passenger business. Jest a bum I took on to go and see his swamp girl up Des Amoureaux.
Walking was out of the question. His whole body was bruised and lacerated, and he was already dangerously weak from loss of blood. It would take all his energy, these first few hours, to keep his consciousness. Besides, it was perfectly obvious that Singhai could not walk. And English gentlemen do not desert their servants at a time like this. The real mystery lay in the fact that the beaters had not already found and rescued them. He wore a watch with luminous dial on his left wrist, and he managed to get it before his eyes.
And they would cost him nothing for winter ranging up in the swamp lands. In the spring he would round up what steers had lived and sell them, grass-fat, in New Orleans. He'd land them there with his flap-paddle bayou boat, too, for the Marie Louise ranged up and down the Inter-coastal Canal and the uncharted swamp lakes and bays adjoining, trading and thieving and serving the skipper's obscure ends. Only now, when he turned up Cote Blanche Bay, some hundred miles west of the Mississippi passes, to make the last twenty miles of swamp channel to his landing, he faced his old problem.