Escape - The Grove Of Ashtaroth (national broadcast, different production)
Oct 10, 2026 · 30 min · 9 segments
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Oct 10, 2026 · 30 min · 9 segments
We stumbled onto the place, Lawson and I, during the second day after we left Tarkee.
We'd travel on horseback some 40 miles or so through typical African veldt, lush and green, with plenty of game and good hunting.
It was late afternoon when we topped a rise and saw before us a small plateau of such beauty that we both reined in and sat staring at it, not speaking for some moments.
A tiny sparkling stream wandered through the verdant meadow grasses, and at the edge of the plateau it tumbled in a crystal waterfall down to the plain below.
Graceful clumps of strange trees grew here and there, and bushes blazed in a riot of bloom.
I'd seen nothing remotely like it in all the miles we'd come.
It stood alone, proud and lovely, an alien island in a sea of tropic jungle.
Great heavens, John, in your whole life have you ever seen anything like it? If some artist had designed that plateau, placed every tree and bush by hand, it couldn't be any more perfect.
It's, it's almost weird, isn't it?
Yes.
It shouldn't be here.
It doesn't belong.
But there isn't a plant growing over there that's like any we've seen in the rest of the jungle.
Probably a difference in minerals in the soil, something of that kind.
Hmm, it's more than that.
They're not even the same varieties.
That's true.
That one grove standing alone there near the edge, I, I've never seen trees that slender and fragile.
And the bark, it looks like silver velvet.
Silver velvet, huh? That's quite an idea, John.
Hmm?
Yes, I guess it is at that.
Anyway, those doves seem to like it.
They never stop circling over that one particular grove.
They're probably nesting there.
We stumbled onto the place, Lawson and I, during the second day after we left Tarkee.
We'd travel on horseback some 40 miles or so through typical African veldt, lush and green, with plenty of game and good hunting.
It was late afternoon when we topped a rise and saw before us a small plateau of such beauty that we both reined in and sat staring at it, not speaking for some moments.
A tiny sparkling stream wandered through the verdant meadow grasses, and at the edge of the plateau it tumbled in a crystal waterfall down to the plain below.
Graceful clumps of strange trees grew here and there, and bushes blazed in a riot of bloom.
I'd seen nothing remotely like it in all the miles we'd come.
It stood alone, proud and lovely, an alien island in a sea of tropic jungle.
Great heavens, John, in your whole life have you ever seen anything like it? If some artist had designed that plateau, placed every tree and bush by hand, it couldn't be any more perfect.
It's, it's almost weird, isn't it?
Yes.
It shouldn't be here.
It doesn't belong.
But there isn't a plant growing over there that's like any we've seen in the rest of the jungle.
Probably a difference in minerals in the soil, something of that kind.
Hmm, it's more than that.
They're not even the same varieties.
That's true.
That one grove standing alone there near the edge, I, I've never seen trees that slender and fragile.
And the bark, it looks like silver velvet.
Silver velvet, huh? That's quite an idea, John.
Hmm?
Yes, I guess it is at that.
Anyway, those doves seem to like it.
They never stop circling over that one particular grove.
They're probably nesting there.
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