Dulcie Carlyon: A novel. Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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Dulcie Carlyon: A novel. Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
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The vast extent of waste and open veldt spread around him, but no
living object was visible thereon. His pursuers must have ridden
forward or returned to Elandsbergen without searching the donga, and
thus he was, for the time at least, free from them.
In the distance he saw the Drakensberg range, and knew that his way
lay westward in the opposite direction. It is the name given to a
portion of the Ouathlamba Mountains, which form the boundary between
the Free States, Natal, and the land of the Basutos. They rise to a
height of nine thousand feet, and their topography is imperfectly
known.
Having assured himself that he was unwatched and unseen, Florian
quitted the donga, and, after an anxious search of an hour or more,
succeeded in striking upon the ruts or wheel-tracks that must lead,
he knew, to the camp at Rorke's Drift, beside the Buffalo River, and
then he steadily, though weary and somewhat faint, proceeded upon his
return journey.
How many miles he walked he knew not--there were no stones to mark
them; but evening was at hand, and he had traversed a district of
_ruggens_, as it is called there--a succession of many grassy
ridges--before an exclamation of supreme satisfaction escaped him,
when he saw the white bell-tents of Colonel Glyn's column, pitched on
the grassy veldt beside the winding stream, and, passing the advanced
sentinels, he lost no time in reporting himself to Sheldrake, and
relieving himself also of that unlucky gold which had so nearly cost
him his life.
Sheldrake sent instantly for Dr. Gallipott, a staff-surgeon, who
dressed Florian's hurt. In the bearing of the latter as he related
his late adventures Sheldrake was struck with a certain grave
simplicity or quiet dignity--an air of ease and perfect
self-possession--far above his present position.
'You are "not what you seem to be," as novels have it?' said the
young officer inquiringly.
'I am a soldier, sir, as my---- (father was before me, he was about
to say, but paused in confusion and substituted) 'as my fate decided
for me.'
Impressed by his whole story and the terrible risks and toil he had
undergone, young Sheldrake offered a substantial money reward to
Florian, who coloured painfully at the proposal, drew back, with just
the slightest air of hauteur, and declined it.
'You are somewhat of an enigma to me,' said the puzzled officer.
'Is there any news in camp, sir?'
'Only that we enter Zululand to-morrow, and a draft from home joined
us to-day under Captain Hammersley.'
Florian heard the name of Captain Hammersley without much concern,
save that he was one of the same corps. He little foresaw how much
their names and interests would be mingled in the future.
'Here he comes,' said Sheldrake, as the handsome officer in his fresh
uniform came lounging, cigar in mouth, into the tent, and Florian,
with a salute, withdrew. Ere he did so,
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