I want to welcome everyone back to episode three of this reading of genre spells,

Camp of the Saints. Just get something out of the way real quick. I had mentioned

speechify. it's a way that you can put a PDF into the app you can

put a website into the app an article you can I think ePubs go in there to put tweets, long tweets into the app and it will read it to you in a very good quality kind of sound voice and you can pick different voices you can even have Obama read

mine comf to you if you want but people asked about it and there is a free version with a very robotic voice.

You can't go past one and a half speed.

It gets old pretty quick.

So if you're interested in getting a subscription to it for the year.

I've set it up on my website,

Freeman Beyond the Wall.com com forward slash speech use that link you'll get half off for the year I'll get half off the next time

Minery news so check that out it's something that I use every single day. Without fail, I use it every single day. All right. We're up to Chapter 9 and looks like we're going to start the voyage of the India Star.

All right, here we go. The India Star, Morded her birth for over a year, was a 60-year-old steamer, veteran of India male, run back under the British.

Old as she was, she had stood up fairly well to the early rigors of independence, but all too soon she had found herself consigned to hauling human wrecks. of way to Mecca. Of her five stacks, straight up like pipes, four were lopped off at different levels by time, by rust, by lack of care, by chance. In such a state, she hardly seemed fit for anything but one final act of heroic desperation.

Perhaps that was what Captain had in mind when he ordered his chattered crew to put the rotting gangplanks down again.

The same ones he had let, had, the same ones he had had them pull in just three days before

when the crowd seemed about to swell to precarious size.

Actually, the captain's action would be quite hard to fathom,

were it not for the strong likelihood that someone had to put the idea in his head.

As a matter of fact, Balin had managed to steal on board the night before with no particular

end in mind, but just for a first-hand look at the strangely fortuitous conditions and the chain of inexorable events that seem to be forming.

And he wasn't alone.

Several others had had the same idea, to wit, a group of nameless Indians, whites, and a Chinaman,

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