Heu-Heu, or The monsterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Heu-Heu, or The monster
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Monsters -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction
I would bring the women out and make them lie down upon the top of that
boulder, trusting to Dramana’s dark cloak to hide them from observation
even in that brilliant moonlight. Then I would return to the shed and
set light to the match, and, after I had done this, join them upon the
rock whence we could see all that happened, and watch for the canoe,
though of this I had begun to despair.
Abandoning all doubts and hesitations, I set to work to carry out this
scheme with cold yet frantic energy. I fetched the two sisters, who,
imagining that relief was in sight, came readily enough, made them
clamber up the rock and lie down there on their faces, throwing
Dramana’s large dark cloak over both of them and our belongings. Then I
went back to the shed, struck a light, and applied it to the ends of
the slow matches, that began to smoulder well and clearly. Rushing from
the shed, I locked the heavy door and sped back to the rock, which I
climbed.
Five minutes passed, and just as I was beginning to think that the
matches had failed in some way, I heard a heavy thud. It was not very
loud; indeed, at a distance of even fifty yards I doubted whether any
one would have noticed it unless his attention were on the strain. That
shed was well built and roofed and smothered sounds. Also this one had
nothing of the crack of a rifle about it, but rather resembled that
which is caused by something heavy falling to the ground.
After this for a while nothing particular happened. Presently, however,
looking down from my rock I saw that the water in the sluice, which,
being retained by the stone door in the shed, hitherto had been still,
was now running like a mill race, and with a thrill of triumph learned
that I had succeeded.
_The sluice was down and the flood was rushing over it!_
Watching intently, a minute or so later I observed a stone fall from
the coping of the channel, for it was full to the brim, then another,
and another, till presently the whole work seemed to melt away. Where
it had been was now a great and ever-growing gap in the sea wall
through which the swollen waters of the lake poured ceaselessly and
increasingly. Next instant the shed vanished like a card house, its
foundations being washed out, and I perceived that over its site, and
beyond it, a veritable river, on the face of which floated portions of
its roof, was fast inundating the low-lying lands behind that had been
protected by the wall.
I looked at the east; it was lightening, for now the blackness of the
sky where it seemed to meet the great lake, had turned to grey. The
dawn was at hand.
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