castrol

The castrol was a rough circle about ten yards in diameter, its interior filled with boulders and loose stones, and its parapet about four feet high.

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The night was pitch dark, but ahead of me in the throat of the pass there was one patch of light, and it showed a rum little hill with a rocky top: what we call in South Africa a castrol or saucepan.

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I was pretty certain that my castrol was among them, for that dream had taken an almighty hold on my mind.

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I knew I was mixed up in the cloud of greycoats, galloping down the road up which the morning before we had strained to the castrol.

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I remember I kept looking for the castrol I had seen in my dream.

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With Blenkiron crippled we were pinned to the castrol.

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They would not assault so long as we remained in the castrol, but they would block any attempt to find safety outside it.

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I laid Blenkiron inside the castrol and started to prepare our defence.

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That is often the way with a South African castrol, and

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Deep snow was underfoot, a grey sky was over us, black peaks were on all sides, but ahead in the mist of the pass was that curious castrol which I had first seen in my dream on the Erzerum road.

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