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
“When we had done about a mile the spears began to emerge from the belt
of scattered bush, and the whoop of their bearers as they viewed us
broke upon our ears. Quick as our pace had been before, it grew much
quicker now, for terror lent wings to my gallant crew. But they were
sorely tired, and the loads were heavy, so that run, or rather climb,
as we would, Wambe’s soldiers, a scrubby-looking lot of men armed with
big spears and small shields, but without plumes, climbed considerably
faster. The last mile of that pleasing chase was like a fox hunt, we
being the fox, and always in view. What astonished me was the
extraordinary endurance and activity shown by Maiwa. She never even
flagged. I think that girl’s muscles must have been made of iron, or
perhaps it was the strength of her will that supported her. At any rate
she reached the foot of the peak second, poor Gobo, who was an
excellent hand at running away, being first.
“Presently I came up panting, and glanced at the ascent. Before us was
a wall of rock about one hundred and fifty feet in height, upon which
the strata were laid so as to form a series of projections sufficiently
resembling steps to make the ascent easy, comparatively speaking,
except at one spot, where it was necessary to climb over a projecting
angle of cliff and bear a little to the left. It was not a really
difficult place, but what made it awkward was, that immediately beneath
this projection gaped a deep fissure or donga, on the brink of which we
now stood, originally dug out, no doubt, by the rush of water from the
peak and cliff. This gulf beneath would be trying to the nerves of a
weak-headed climber at the critical point, and so it proved in the
result. The projecting angle once passed, the remainder of the ascent
was very simple. At the summit, however, the brow of the cliff hung
over and was pierced by a single narrow path cut through it by water,
in such fashion that a single boulder rolled into it at the top would
make the cliff quite impassable to men without ropes.
“At this moment Wambe’s soldiers were about a thousand yards from us,
so it was evident that we had no time to lose. I at once ordered the
men to commence the ascent, the girl Maiwa, who was familiar with the
pass, going first to show them the way. Accordingly they began to mount
with alacrity, pushing and lifting their loads in front of them. When
the first of them, led by Maiwa, reached the projecting angle, they put
down their loads upon a ledge of rock and clambered over. Once there,
by lying on their stomachs upon a boulder, they could reach the loads
which were held to them by the men beneath, and in this way drag them
over the awkward place, whence they were carried easily to the top.
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