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
Then with a sigh over the degeneracy of the times, this crusted old
conservative took a pinch of snuff, bade me a hearty farewell, and
departed, singing a little song which I think he must have invented, as
it was about the love of children for their parents. If it had been
safe I should have liked to let him have a charge of shot behind to
take away as a souvenir, but it was not. Also, after all, he was but an
executive officer, a product of the iron system of Zululand in the day
of the kings.
Well, I trekked on, trading as I went, and getting paid in cows and
heifers, which I sent back to Natal, but could come by no oxen that
were fit for the yoke, and much less any that had been broken in, since
in those days such were almost unknown in Zululand. However, I did hear
of some that had been left behind by a white trader because they were
sick or footsore, I forget which, who took young cattle in exchange for
them. These were said now to be fat again, but no one seemed to know
exactly where they were. One friendly chief told me, however, that the
“Opener-of-Roads,” that is, old Zikali, might be able to do so, as
he knew everything and the oxen had been traded away in his district.
Now by this time, although I was still obsessed about Heu-Heu, I had
almost made up my mind to abandon the idea of visiting Zikali on this
trip, because I had noticed that whenever I did so, always I became
involved in arduous and unpleasant adventures as an immediate
consequence. Being, however, badly in need of more oxen, for, not to
mention the two that were dead, others of my team seemed never to have
recovered from the effects of the hailstorm and one or two showed signs
of sickness, this news caused me to revert to my original plan. So
after consultation with Hans, who also thought it the best thing to be
done, I headed for the Black Kloof, which was only two short days’ trek
away.
Arriving at the mouth of that hateful and forbidding gulf on the
afternoon of the second day, I outspanned by the spring and, leaving
the cattle in charge of Mavoon and Induka, walked up it accompanied by
Hans.
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