We just made it to this wadi.
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
Elmer Allen scowled sourly and sat down, his back to the wadi wall.
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
In the darkest portion of the wadi stands a rude hut, containing the emblems of the Mother, occupied for the time being by Rama Bhandari, who acts as a species of medium between the goddess and his kinsmen.
"By-Ways of Bombay"
S. M. Edwardes, C.V.O.