Philander went into the next room[…]and came back with a salt mackerel[…]. Next he put the mackerel in a fry-pan, and the shanty began to smell like a Banks boat just in from a v'yage.

RAW OSTRICH FEATHERS / Primes, Wings, White Feminas, Spads, Etc.

The midday echoes reply drowsily, the solitary horseman curses and “clattawa’s” up the road as though suddenly impressed with the idea that somebody is hooking his dinner over the hill…

She bedecked her wedding gown with seed pearls.