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
“Once in Wambe’s country, we adopted a very circumspect method of
proceeding. About fifty men marched ahead in loose order to guard
against surprise, while as many more followed behind. The remaining
hundred were gathered in a bunch between, and in the centre of these
men I marched, together with the girl who was personating Maiwa, and
all my bearers. We were disarmed, and some of my men were tied together
to show that we were prisoners, while the girl had a blanket thrown
over her head, and moved along with an air of great dejection. We
headed straight for Wambe’s place, which was at a distance of about
twenty-five miles from the mountain-pass.
“When we had gone some five miles we met a party of about fifty of
Wambe’s soldiers, who were evidently on the look-out for us. They
stopped us, and their captain asked where we were going. The head man
of our party answered that he was conveying Maiwa, Wambe’s runaway
wife, together with the white hunter and his men, to be given up to
Wambe in accordance with his command. The captain then wanted to know
why we were so many, to which our spokesman replied that I and my men
were very desperate fellows, and that it was feared that if we were
sent with a smaller escort we should escape, and bring disgrace and the
wrath of Wambe upon their tribe. Thereon this gentleman, the Matuku
captain, began to amuse himself at my expense, and mock me, saying that
Wambe would make me pay for the soldiers whom I had killed. He would
put me into the ‘Thing that bites,’ in other words, the lion trap, and
leave me there to die like a jackal caught by the leg. I made no answer
to this, though my wrath was great, but pretended to look frightened.
Indeed there was not much pretence about it, I was frightened. I could
not conceal from myself that ours was a most hazardous enterprise, and
that it was very possible that I might make acquaintance with that lion
trap before I was many days older. However, it seemed quite impossible
to desert poor Every in his misfortune, so I had to go on, and trust to
Providence, as I have so often been obliged to do before and since.
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