Hello, welcome to the Bore You to Sleep podcast, the podcast that will hopefully help you get to sleep.

I am going to read an open source book, one that is not particularly interesting, but one that is

hopefully boring enough to get you to sleep.

The Village in the Jungle by L.S. Wolf.

Chapter 1

The village was called Bedegama, which means the village in the jungle.

It lay in the low country or plains, midway between the sea and the great mountains which seem, far away to the north,

to rise like a long wall straight up from the sea of trees.

It was in and of the jungle, the air and smell of the jungle lay heavy upon it. The smell of hot air and dust

and of dry and powdered leaves and sticks. Its beginning and its end was in the jungle, which stretched away from it on all sides, unbroken,

north and south and east and west, to the blue line of the hills and to the sea.

The jungle surrounded it, overhung it, continually pressed in upon it.

It stood at the door of the houses, always ready to press in upon the compounds and open spaces, to break through the mud huts and to choke up the tracks and paths.

It was only by yearly clearing with axe and caddy that it could be kept out.

It was a living wall around the village, a wall which, if the axe were spared, would creep in and

smother and blot out the village itself.

There are people who will tell you that they have no fear of the jungle,

that they know it as well as the streets of Mahanua or their own compounds.

Such people are either liars or boasters, or they are fools without understanding, or feeling for things as they really are. I knew such a man once, a hunter and tracker of game, a little man with hunched up shoulders

and peering, cunning little eyes, and a small dark face all pinched and the lioned, for he spent his

life crouching, slinking, and peering through the undergrowth

and the trees. He was more silent than the leopard and more cunning than the jackal. He knew the

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