With her head bent forward, she stared at some petals that had fallen from the gourd.
"I went all the way," answered Allan, lifting the gourd of well-water to his lips.
"Dip her deep, son," he would say as he emptied the gourd and sent the boy for more.
Here's a gourd, there's a yeast powder can, and there's a tin cup.
He provided himself also with a pilgrim's staff and a ...