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“I suppose if there were a part of the world in which mastodon still lived, somebody would design a new gun, and men, in their eternal impudence, would hunt mastodon as they now hunt elephant. Impudence seems to be the word. At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.”

Quote by Beryl Markham

Work

West with the Night

West with the Night is a memoir that offers a rare glimpse into the life of Beryl Markham, an extraordinary woman who lived and worked in Kenya during the early 20th century. The book combines Markham's experiences as a pilot, horsewoman, and safari guide with her reflections on life, love, and the natural world. Her vivid storytelling and personal insights provide a unique perspective on the era and the author's remarkable journey. more

Author

Beryl Markham
Beryl Markham

Beryl Markham, born on October 26, 1902, and died on August 3, 1986, was a renowned Kenyan female pilot and author. She was born in the United Kingdom but grew up in Kenya and is best known for her exceptional flying achievements and literary works. more

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