Pittsburgh Owl Scribe
Summer fun is over. Thutha had a wiry white beard, and he wore nothing but a sarong. An ax swung freely on his again, its blade resting simply inches from his backbone; his toes, I noticed as we tramped through the forest behind him, have been naked. Thutha wanted to indicate us how the Veddas had as soon as inhabited the forest. Shifting swiftly by the undergrowth, he halted to present us classes: three sorts of leaves that may deal with snakebite; pangolin burrows within the earth; herbs to remedy a stomachache; a plant that, if burned, can drive bees out of their hives. Following a stream up its rocky course, we arrived at a sq. hole carved out of a big rock, with a lid to match. An old, unused Vedda fridge, Thutha stated. Put dried meat on the bottom, cowl it with honey, and it’ll keep for years.…