Maiwa's Revenge; Or, The War of the Little HandHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Maiwa's Revenge; Or, The War of the Little Hand
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting guides -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Revenge -- Fiction
“After this, as it was now midday, and I had killed enough meat, we
marched back triumphantly to camp, where I proceeded to concoct a stew
of buffalo beef and compressed vegetables. When this was ready we ate
the stew, and then I took a nap. About four o’clock, however, Gobo woke
me up, and told me that the head man of one of Wambe’s kraals had
arrived to see me. I ordered him to be brought up, and presently he
came, a little, wizened, talkative old man, with a waistcloth round his
middle, and a greasy, frayed kaross made of the skins of rock rabbits
over his shoulders.
“I told him to sit down, and then abused him roundly. ‘What did he
mean,’ I asked, ‘by disturbing me in this rude way? How did he dare to
cause a person of my quality and evident importance to be awakened in
order to interview his entirely contemptible self?’
“I spoke thus because I knew that it would produce an impression on
him. Nobody, except a really great man, he would argue, would dare to
speak to him in that fashion. Most savages are desperate bullies at
heart, and look on insolence as a sign of power.
“The old man instantly collapsed. He was utterly overcome, he said; his
heart was split in two, and well realized the extent of his
misbehaviour. But the occasion was very urgent. He heard that a mighty
hunter was in the neighbourhood, a beautiful white man, how beautiful
he could not have imagined had he not seen (this to me!), and he came
to beg his assistance. The truth was, that three bull elephants such as
no man ever saw had for years been the terror of their kraal, which was
but a small place—a cattle kraal of the great chief Wambe’s, where they
lived to keep the cattle. And now of late these elephants had done them
much damage; but last night they had destroyed a whole patch of mealie
land, and he feared that if they came back they would all starve next
season for want of food. Would the mighty white man then be pleased to
come and kill the elephants? It would be easy for him to do—oh, most
easy! It was only necessary that he should hide himself in a tree, for
there was a full moon, and then when the elephants appeared he would
speak to them with the gun, and they would fall down dead, and there
would be an end of their troubling.
“Of course I hummed and hawed, and made a great favour of consenting to
his proposal, though really I was delighted to have such a chance. One
of the conditions that I made was that a messenger should at once be
despatched to Wambe, whose kraal was two days’ journey from where I
was, telling him that I proposed to come and pay my respects to him in
a few days, and to ask his formal permission to shoot in his country.
Also I intimated that I was prepared to present him with ‘hongo,’ that
is, blackmail, and that I hoped to do a little trade with him in ivory,
of which I heard he had a great quantity.
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