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Major Powell had kindly consented to write an introduction to this volume wherein I have inadequately presented scenes from the great world-drama connected with the Colorado River of the West, but a prolonged illness prevented his doing any writing whatever, and on September 23, 1902, while, indeed, the compositor was setting the last type of the book, a funeral knell sounded at Haven, Maine, his summer home, and the most conspicuous figure we have seen on this stage, the man whose name is as inseparable from the marvellous canyon-river as that of De Soto from the Mississippi, or Hendrik Hudson from the placid stream which took from him its title, started on that final journey whence there is no returning.
In such a fashion they could not make out what kind of creature was coming towards them; but stood for a long while gazing at Hendrik and his quagga with feelings of curiosity, and of course some little alarm. They, however, permitted the hunter to get within five hundred yards distance near enough for him before they broke off in their heavy lumbering gallop.
'It has also been reported to me that my own buildings, on the farm Varkenspruit, district Standerton, as well as the house of Field-Cornet Badenhorst, on the adjoining farm, have been totally destroyed, and such of the stock as was not removed was shot dead on the farm. 'Further, there is the sworn declaration of Mrs. Hendrik Badenhorst, which speaks for itself.
To escape from the discordant clamour of their tongues, the hunters turned hastily away, taking their cattle along with them. Hendrik and Arend felt some inclination to punish the blacks for their treachery, as well as the loss of time and the trouble they had occasioned.
"No," interrupted Hendrik, "we have been out since yesterday morning, but have seen no stray horses of any description; not a horse except those we are riding ourselves." "Then we need not look in the direction you have been," said the other horseman, who spoke English with a proper accent. "Will you please tell us whence you have come?"
Next morning two of the Makololo were despatched to Macora, for the purpose of claiming his promised assistance; and all went back to the forest first visited, and there encamped. On the day the chief's workmen were expected to arrive, Hendrik and Arend had ridden a few miles up the stream seeking for something to destroy.
Their numbers had been increased by several volunteers, among whom were George Dally and Scholtz, also David, Jacob, and Hendrik, the sons of Jan Smit, who had made up their minds not to follow the fortunes of their savage-tempered sire, but who were at once ready to fly to his rescue on learning that he was in danger.
I might have worn them as one of Hendrik Hudson's crew in "Rip Van Winkle" which was, even in those days, the most popular play in which Joseph Jefferson appeared. You can see how long ago it was from that. Well, I put them on in bitterness of heart. How the other boys greeted me until they got used to them which it seemed to me they never would!
The saddles were taken off, and the horses turned out to graze upon it. "I suppose that Cong will have sense to pack up and follow us," said Hendrik. "Yes," answered Groot Willem, "I think we may expect to see him here within two hours." "But are you sure that he can find us?" "Certainly he can," replied Willem. "He knows that we are bound down the river, and the stream will guide him.
It had evidently received fresh alarm, from something in the gorge; and preferred facing its old enemy to encountering the new. Hendrik did not give his attention to the eland. He could ride it down at any time. He was more anxious first to know what had given it the start backward; so he continued to press forward to the head of the ravine.
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