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
"Not rich! How strange it seems to me, to hear you say that! It seems
to me that the very poorest in England must be far richer than my mother
or myself. All the things that appear to me to be really valuable are
within the reach of every one there, so at least I gather from what you
have told me; while we can obtain none of them, even though we gave all
we had for their possession."
"Viewing things in that light, what you say is true, Ella. But you have
advantages which few in England possess. You have influence and power
over others--"
"Ah, I understand, and you will teach us how to use these rightly. I
rejoice every day more and more that you have come among us."
"And I am not less glad, Ella, believe me."
"You!--you glad to be here, Ernest? What! far away from your home and
friends, in a wild and strange land like this? You are jesting,
surely."
"Indeed I am not, Ella. I would not be back in England, if a wish could
place me there."
Ella would have replied, but they had now reached the spot where they
had agreed to assemble, and the rest of the party joined them. It was
an open glade, of perhaps an acre in extent, in the heart of a thickly
wooded country. For the most part, the trees were not more than ten or
twelve feet high, though here and there oomahaamas and baobabs were to
be seen, the former towering to a great height against the sky--the
latter of enormous girth, sixty or eighty feet at the least--their
trunks resembling large columns of granite, in the grey colour and rough
surface they presented. It was in the midst of a group of these that
the party now assembled; the massy stems and dense foliage effectually
screening them from view, though they could themselves see the whole
country round them. Presently a distant sound was heard, like that of
trampling hoofs, which grew louder and louder, until the elegant
tapering necks of a dozen giraffes came into sight, as they raced along
with the gallop which appears so graceful until the legs come into
sight, and then so clumsy and confused. On they sped, balancing their
lengthy bodies anew, as it appeared, every time they laid leg to the
ground, and whisking their tufted tails from side to side, as though to
stimulate themselves to fresh exertions.
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