Marie: An Episode in the Life of the Late Allan QuatermainHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Marie: An Episode in the Life of the Late Allan Quatermain
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
So soon as the surviving Boers began to recover by the help of my
stores and medicines and the meat which I shot in plenty, of course
great discussions arose as to our future plans. First it was suggested
that we should trek to Lorenzo Marquez, and wait for a ship there to
take us down to Natal, for none of them would hear of returning
beggared to the Cape to tell the story of their failure and dreadful
bereavements. I pointed out, however, that no ship might come for a
long while, perhaps for one or two years, and that Lorenzo Marquez and
its neighborhood seemed to be a poisonous place to live in!
The next idea was that we should stop where we were, one which I rather
welcomed, as I should have been glad to abide in peace with Marie until
the six months of probation had gone by.
However, in the end this was rejected for many good reasons. Thus half
a score of white people, of whom four were members of a single family,
were certainly not strong enough to form a settlement, especially as
the surrounding natives might become actively hostile at any moment.
Again, the worst fever season was approaching, in which we should very
possibly all be carried off. Further, we had no breeding cattle or
horses, which would not live in this veld, and only the ammunition and
goods that I had brought with me.
So it was clear that but one thing remained to be done, namely, to trek
back to what is now the Transvaal territory, or, better still, to
Natal, for this route would enable us to avoid the worst of the
mountains. There we might join some other party of the emigrant
Boers—for choice, that of Retief, of whose arrival over the Drakensberg
I was able to tell them.
That point settled, we made our preparations. To begin with, I had only
enough oxen for two wagons, whereas, even if we abandoned the rest of
them, we must take at least four. Therefore, through my Kaffirs, I
opened negotiations with the surrounding natives, who, when they heard
that I was not a Boer and was prepared to pay for what I bought, soon
expressed a willingness to trade. Indeed, very shortly we had quite a
market established, to which cattle were brought that I bargained for
and purchased, giving cloth, knives, hoes, and the usual Kaffir goods
in payment for the same.
Also, they brought mealies and other corn; and oh! the delight with
which those poor people, who for months and months had existed upon
nothing but flesh-meat, ate of this farinaceous food. Never shall I
forget seeing Marie and the surviving children partake of their first
meal of porridge, and washing the sticky stuff down with draughts of
fresh, sugared milk, for with the oxen I had succeeded in obtaining two
good cows. It is enough to say that this change of diet soon completely
re-established their health, and made Marie more beautiful than she had
ever been before.
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