Excerpt from Land O' the Dawning Agonised, and sharped and swift as a rapier, a woman's scream cut through the heavy blanket of London fog, stripping to tatters the silence of that eerie, grey-yellow hour which is neither night nor dawn. Within a second the shrill blast of a policeman's whistle followed. The sound of heavy boots clattered hurriedly along the embankment to where the lights on the bridge blinked like tired eyes. A hoarse murmur of voices rose and fell. On the seats under the skeletonised, leafless trees clusters of homeless derelicts moved resentfully, and here and there a voice muttered querulously of the selfish thoughtlessness of some folk, suicides in particular, who disturbed the slumber of decent people. One or two of the more wakeful slowly sorted themselves out of the pitiful rubbish - heaps of broken humanity, lurched to unsteady feet, and hunched forward apathetically in the direction of the disturbance; grotesque, stoop-shouldered, shifty-eyed figures, mere caricatures of manhood and womanhood, their remnants of boots flapping at every step, squelching and exuding moisture as they went on into the mist. It was after three in the morning and over London hung the peculiar, momentary stillness that falls, suddenly and inexplicably sometimes, across the undertone of the city that never sleeps. The grey-yellow fog lay thick and dense over the river, muffled all sound, blurred the tall, dark buildings frowning out over the Thames, and gave to the scene a curious unreality. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.