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
“Now we begin to handle our assegais, Macumazahn” (by which he
meant that we were coming to business). “Hearken, and I will tell
you.”
Tell me he did indeed for over an hour, but I will not trouble you
fellows with all that he said, since geographical details are wearisome
and I want to get on with my story. You, my friend [this was addressed
to me, the Editor], are only stopping here over to-morrow night, and it
will take me all that time to finish it—that is, if you wish to hear
the end.
It is enough to say, therefore, that I had to trek about three hundred
miles north, cross the Zambesi, and then trek another three hundred
miles west. After this I must travel nor’west for a rather indefinite
distance till I came to a gorge in certain hills. Here I must leave the
wagon, if by this time I had any wagon, and tramp for two days through
a waterless patch of desert till I came to a swamp-like oasis. Here the
river of which Zikali had spoken lost itself in the sands of the
desert, whence I should see on a clear day the smoke of the volcano of
which he had also spoken. Crossing the swamp, or making my way round
it, I must steer for this slope, till at length I came to a second
gorge in mountains, through which the river ran from Heuheua Land out
into the desert. There, according to Zikali, I should find a party of
Walloos waiting for me with canoes or boats, who would take me on into
their country, where things would go as they were fated.
Before you leave, my friend, I will give you a map* of the route, which
I drew after travelling it, in case you or anybody else should like to
form a company and go to look for diamonds and fossilized men in
Heuheua Land, stipulating, however, that you do not ask me to take
shares in the venture.
*If Allan ever gave me this map, of which, after the lapse of so many
years, I am not sure, I have put it away so carefully that it is
entirely lost, nor do I propose to hunt for it amidst the accumulated
correspondence of some five-and-thirty years. Moreover, if it were found
and published, it might lead to foolish speculation and probable loss of
money among maiden ladies, the clergy, and other venturesome
persons—Editor.
“So that’s the trek,” I said, when at last Zikali had
finished. “Well, I tell you straight out that I am not going to make it
through unknown country. How could I ever find my way without a guide?
I’m off to Pretoria with your oxen or without them.”
“Is it so, Macumazahn? I begin to think that I am very clever. I
thought that you would talk like that and therefore have made ready by
finding a man who will lead you straight to the House of Heu-Heu.
Indeed, he is here, and I will send for him,” and he summoned a servant
in his usual way and gave an order.
“Whence does he come, who is he, and how long has he been here?” I
asked.
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