Apart from ominous indications in some parts of Australia, the cables tell of severe drought threatening Europe. English, Welsh and French agriculture is menaced or already crippled severely, and only a miracle, it is said, can save Paris from acute water shortage. Some authorities attribute conditions to the influence of sun spots.
Said old Pete, the Pensioner: "I met him down the road Where, twixt the shadders of the gums, The silver moonlight flowed. His skin was white like shrivelled grass, His eyes was eyes o' flame. He was the Drought King's trumpeter, An' tooted as he came. He tooted on a holler bone, of some thing dead o' thirst, Like dry winds a-moanin' low. Then into song he burst: "Ho! The Drought King's a-comin, as he came to men afore, Out of his home within the sun. They're flingin' wide the door. Then shall Folly flee before him an' Destruction spread behind. He comes to purify the earth an' chasten humankind. . . .,' I saw the Drought King's trumpeter as plain as I see you. An' not a drop inside o' me -- save, maybe, one or two." Said old Pete, "I saw him there Underneath the moon, He tooted on his holler bone An' danced a rigadoon. I took one look into his face Then fled into the night; I fell in thro' my old hut door An' banged an' barred it tight. But thro' the night I heard him there; the way he keened an' cried, The callin' of the curlew was sweet melody beside. "Ho! The Drought King's a-comin' from his home within the sun To lay his curse upon the earth for sins that men have done. Grace ye had an' gifts ye had, but gambled 'em away An' schemed to make a mockery of many a fruitful day. . . .' I tell yeh, man, 'twas not the wind! I heard him at my door. An' ne'er a drop inside o' me -- save maybe, three or four."
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