NO one plays in the Hollow. Here are no explorers. The traders in fur trade no more dreams. Sir Bedivere has broken the brand Excalibur. No Mowgli, crouching in a thicket, watches Shere Khan, nor wonders if he wouldn't rather bat first wicket, like J. T. Brown with Tunnicliffe. Long John Silver has found the Island, where all men leave their treasure behind. There are no children now in my land; no one plays there -- except the wind. |