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Quatermain, moves me to the deepest gratitude, though indeed I wish that I had put something into the food of the knave Jacob who beguiled us all, that would have caused him internal pangs of a severe if not of a dangerous order. My holding in the gold mine was not extensive, but the unpaid bill of the said Jacob and his friends "
Well, they have murdered his wife instead." Now the commandant struck his hand upon his forehead and groaned, and I, half awakened at last, ran forward, shaking my fists and gibbering. "Who is that?" asked the commandant. "Is it a man or a woman?" "It is a man in woman's clothing; it is Allan Quatermain," answered the vrouw, "whom we drugged and tried to hide from your butchers."
Quatermain, as time went on I became more and more anxious to find out if my brother was alive or dead, and if alive to get him home again. I set enquiries on foot, and your letter was one of the results. So far as it went it was satisfactory, for it showed that till lately George was alive, but it did not go far enough.
What I mean is that I am afraid you will be killed by these Pongo, and, alas! although I love you, sir, I am too great a coward to come and be killed with you, for God made me like that. I pray you not to go, Mr. Quatermain, because I repeat, I love you, sir." "I believe you do, my good fellow," I answered, "and I also am afraid of being killed, who only seem to be brave because I must.
In a preface to a story of the early life of the late Allan Quatermain, known in Africa as Macumazahn, which has been published under the name of "Marie," Mr. Curtis, the brother of Sir Henry Curtis, tells of how he found a number of manuscripts that were left by Mr. Quatermain in his house in Yorkshire.
Savage entered, and in answer to a stifled inquiry exclaimed, "Mr. Allan Quatermain to see you, my lord." "What is it, Quatermain?" he asked, sitting up in bed and yawning. "Have you had a nightmare?" "Yes," I answered, and Savage having left us and shut the door, I told him everything as it is written down. "Great heavens!" he exclaimed when I had finished.
And I can hear her too. "Don't bring any of your elephant-hunting manners here, Mr. You should go and brush your hair, Mr. Quatermain." Then would come her little husband's horrified "Hush! hush! you are quite insulting, my dear." Oh! why do I remember it all after so many years when I have even forgotten the people's names? One of those little things that stick in the mind, I suppose.
It so happened that I, Allan Quatermain, had been on a shooting and trading expedition at the back of the Lydenburg district where there was plenty of game to be killed in those times. Hearing that great events were toward I made up my mind, curiosity being one of my weaknesses, to come round by Pretoria, which after all was not very far out of my way, instead of striking straight back to Natal.
"'Then the snake vanished, seeming to wriggle down the left bottom bed-post, and I woke up in a cold sweat, my lord, and did what it had told me. "Those were his very words, Quatermain, for I wrote them down afterwards while they were fresh in my memory, and you see here they are in my pocket-book.
There was the brute within twelve feet of me, and what is more, it saw me as I saw it, and stopped, still holding the ox by the throat. "What a chance for Allan Quatermain! Of course he shot it dead," one can fancy anyone saying who knows me by repute, also that by the gift of God I am handy with a rifle.
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