Hair-Breadth Escapes: The Adventures of Three Boys in South AfricaAdams, H. C. (Henry Cadwallader)
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Hair-Breadth Escapes: The Adventures of Three Boys in South Africa
Adams, H. C. (Henry Cadwallader)
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Hunting -- Juvenile fiction; South Africa -- Juvenile fiction
After resting for a few minutes on the sloping patch of turf where her
rescuers had placed her, she appeared to recover her strength and
self-possession, and to be anxious to bestow her thanks on the strangers
who had come so opportunely to her rescue, but was at a loss how to
express herself. Warley and the others felt equally embarrassed. At
last, after a long pause, the former called to the missionary, who had
remained behind in the arbour, too much occupied with the anxieties
which were pressing on him to take heed of what was passing outside.
"Will you be so good as to come here, Mr De Walden?" he cried. "Here
are some natives whom we cannot make understand us, but very likely they
may understand you."
A flash of intelligence passed over the girl's face as he spoke.
"I understand you myself," she said. "You are speaking English. Are
you Englishmen?"
Her accent and words were those of an English lady. Still more
bewildered, Warley answered--
"We are Englishmen, madam; and I need not say rejoiced to recognise a
countrywoman, as we cannot doubt you are. By what strange chance you
have been conveyed hither--"
"No," she interposed, "I am not an Englishwoman. I was born in this
land; but I am deeply interested in everything English. If it pleases
you to accompany me to our village, which is not very far distant from
this, my mother will be greatly pleased to welcome you as her guests."
The boys glanced at De Walden, who was standing by, regarding her
attentively. He now addressed her with much respect. "You are the
daughter, I presume," he said, "of the famous White Queen of the
Basutos, of whom I have heard so much. But I thought her dwelling was
considerably further to the east."
"Yes, I am the daughter of Queen Laura, or Lau-au, as our people call
her. My own name is Ella. You are right as to our ordinary place of
residence; but the cattle disease, which is raging in the east, has
obliged us for awhile to shift our dwelling. You, I conclude, are one
of the white teachers whom my mother ever holds in honour. She would
gladly have received you, even if I had not owed my life to your friend.
We will set out at once, if you please, as the evening is now
advancing."
She summoned her attendants, who had been watching this interview with
looks of much curiosity, and the party were soon conveyed to the
opposite shore. Then desiring them to cut off as much of the flesh of
the two slain hippopotamuses as could be conveniently carried with them,
she set off, with two of her visitors walking on either hand, at a brisk
pace, which an English lady would have found it difficult to maintain,
but which did not appear at all to inconvenience their fair conductress.
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