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
“Well, after this little experience I thought that I would settle down
a bit, so I entered upon a venture with a man who, being of a
speculative mind, had conceived the idea of running a store at Pretoria
upon strictly cash principles. The arrangement was that I should find
the capital and he the experience. Our partnership was not of a long
duration. The Boers refused to pay cash, and at the end of four months
my partner had the capital and I had the experience. After this I came
to the conclusion that store-keeping was not in my line, and having
four hundred pounds left, I sent my boy Harry to a school in Natal, and
buying an outfit with what remained of the money, started upon a big
trip.
“This time I determined to go further afield than I had ever been
before; so I took a passage for a few pounds in a trading brig that ran
between Durban and Delagoa Bay. From Delagoa Bay I marched inland
accompanied by twenty porters, with the idea of striking up north,
towards the Limpopo, and keeping parallel to the coast, but at a
distance of about one hundred and fifty miles from it. For the first
twenty days of our journey we suffered a good deal from fever, that is,
my men did, for I think that I am fever proof. Also I was hard put to
it to keep the camp in meat, for although the country proved to be very
sparsely populated, there was but little game about. Indeed, during all
that time I hardly killed anything larger than a waterbuck, and, as you
know, waterbuck’s flesh is not very appetising food. On the twentieth
day, however, we came to the banks of a largish river, the Gonooroo it
was called. This I crossed, and then struck inland towards a great
range of mountains, the blue crests of which we could see lying on the
distant heavens like a shadow, a continuation, as I believe, of the
Drakensberg range that skirts the coast of Natal. From this main range
a great spur shoots out some fifty miles or so towards the coast,
ending abruptly in one tremendous peak. This spur I discovered
separated the territories of two chiefs named Nala and Wambe, Wambe’s
territory being to the north, and Nala’s to the south. Nala ruled a
tribe of bastard Zulus called the Butiana, and Wambe a much larger
tribe, called the Matuku, which presents marked Bantu characteristics.
For instance, they have doors and verandahs to their huts, work skins
perfectly, and wear a waistcloth and not a moocha. At this time the
Butiana were more or less subject to the Matuku, having been surprised
by them some twenty years before and mercilessly slaughtered down. The
tribe was now recovering itself, however, and as you may imagine, it
did not love the Matuku.
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