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
The moment that its last rays faded, however, there was a whispered
conference between our four paddlemen, the ex-neophytes of Heu-Heu.
Then the direction of the canoe was altered, and instead of making for
the main land, we rowed on parallel with it till we came to the mouth
of the Black River. It was so dark that I could not discern the exact
time at which we left the lake and entered the stream; indeed, I did
not know that we were in it until the increased current told me so.
This current was now running very strongly after the great flood and
bore us along at a good pace. My fear was lest in the gloom we should
be dashed against rocks on the banks, or caught by the overhanging
branches of trees or strike a snag, but those four men seemed to know
every yard of the river and managed to keep us in its centre, probably
by following the current where it ran most swiftly.
So we went on, not paddling very fast for fear of accidents, until the
moon rose, which, as she was only a few days past her full, gave us
considerable light even in that dark place. So soon as her rays reached
us our paddlers gave way with a will, and we shot down the flooded
stream at a great speed.
“I think we are all right now, Baas,” said Hans, “for with so
good a start those Walloos could scarcely catch us, even if they try.
We are lucky, too, for you have left behind you two ladies who between
them would have torn you into pieces, and I have left a place where the
fools who live in it wearied me so much that I should soon have died.”
He paused for a moment, then added in a horrified voice:
“_Allemagter!_ we are not so lucky after all; we have forgotten
something.”
“What?” I asked anxiously.
“Why, Baas, those red and white stones we came to fetch, of which,
before Heu-Heu dropped a red-hot rock upon his head, that old
_kraansick_” (that is, mad) “Walloo, promised us as many as we
wished. Sabeela would have filled the boat with them if we had only
asked her, and we should never have had to work any more, but could
have sat in fine houses and drunk the best gin from morning to night.”
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