title: Wind Sand & Silence
author:  Victor Englebert 
description: This is a throwback to a type of book popular in the 19th century, when seemingly every traveler or missionary who had spent time in Africa wrote a book about life there. Back then, such books were illustrated with line drawings and prints. Englebert's volume, which focuses on four nomadic peoples of Africa's desert regions, instead presents numerous color photographs of peoples and landscapes. Unfortunately, the book suffers from many of the same problems of its 19th-century predecessors. The text, essentially a traveler's journal, at times becomes tediously trivial . It also expresses an overly romantic view of African life, reveals a limited understanding of African realities, and presents what passes as ethnographic information in a disjointedly anecdotal manner. While it is interesting as an adventurer's memoirs and as an impressionistic view of Africa's nomads, this book's usefulness to African and ethnographic studies is very limited.<br /><i>- Dr. Eugene C. Burt, Seattle</i><br />Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  # Sand
  
  
  ### Algernon Blackwood
  
  
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  ### I
  
  
  AS FELIX HENRIOT came through the streets that January night the fog
  
  
  was stifling, but when he reached his little flat upon the top floor
  
  
  there came a sound of wind. Wind was stirring about the world. It blew
  
  
  against his windows, but at first so faintly that he hardly noticed it.
  
  
  Then, with an abrupt rise and fall like a wailing voice that sought to
  
  
  claim attention, it called him. He peered through the window into the
  
  
  blurred darkness, listening.
  
  
  There is no cry in the world like that of the homeless wind. A vague
  
  
  excitement, scarcely to be analysed, ran through his blood. The curtain
  
  
  of fog waved momentarily aside. Henriot fancied 