Settlers and Scouts: A Tale of the African HighlandsStrang, Herbert
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Settlers and Scouts: A Tale of the African Highlands
Strang, Herbert
Africa, East -- Juvenile fiction
for, below, leeches suck my vital fluid; above, black men have me in
grip as firm as metropolitan bobby. They propel me, sir, with indignity
to reverse of the medal, to this identical spot.
’First came the loss of light, and air,
And then of darkness too:’
in other words, I, Said Mohammed, failed B.A. of Calcutta University, am
consigned to ignominious horizontal extension on floor of beastly hovel.
I suffer in silence,
’Nor call the gods with vulgar spite
To vindicate my hapless right.’
--Allow me to offer you another fritter, sir."
"Thanks. What next? Fire away!"
"After horrid night, sir, over which I draw veil of decency, I am
transported into light of day. Hail, smiling morn! I purchase freedom
by generous offer to teach fair sex a thing or two. Casting pearls
before swine, sir; pains thrown away. But I earn my salt, and the rest
is blank page, clean slate, until I hear the tramp of armed men, and
behold, the grand finale!"
"I am glad things have ended so well," said John. "And I must say,
khansaman, it was very handsome and plucky of you to undertake a search
for me."
The Bengali bowed deprecatingly; then he said--
"But alas! sir, the web of our life is mingled yarn, both good and evil
together, as says sweet swan of Avon. There is fly in ointment; gilt is
off ginger-bread. Coja, very good chap, has left sublunary sphere. ’He
will awake no more, oh, never more!’ to quote the words of Percy Bysshe
Shelley, also failed B.A. We ne’er shall look upon his like again. Who
would not weep for---- By gum! This knocks me silly all of a heap!
There he is!"
"Yes," said John, laughing, "and you can exchange notes while I take a
look round."
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD--The Ivory
John reckoned that his escape from the fort would probably have been
discovered about the same time as he was entering the village. The
enemy would almost certainly suppose that his flight had been southward,
towards the farm. Several hours might be wasted in pursuing in that
direction; even if they hit upon his trail at once, it would be four or
five hours before they could reach him. His course, then, must be to
take advantage of this respite to prepare the safari for the struggle
that could scarcely be avoided when they came to close quarters.
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