Maiwa's Revenge eBook

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“‘Now, Gobo,’ I said, ‘come back, or I shall fire.’

“Of course this was taking a very high hand; I had no real right to kill Gobo or anybody else because they objected to run the risk of death by entering the territory of a hostile chief.  But I felt that if I wished to keep up any authority it was absolutely necessary that I should push matters to the last extremity short of actually shooting him.  So I sat there, looking fierce as a lion, and keeping the sight of my rifle in a dead line for Gobo’s ribs.  Then Gobo, feeling that the situation was getting strained, gave in.

“‘Don’t shoot, Boss,’ he shouted, throwing up his hand, ’I will come with you.’

“‘I thought you would,’ I answered quietly; ’you see Fate walks about outside Wambe’s country as well as in it.’

“After that I had no more trouble, for Gobo was the ringleader, and when he collapsed the others collapsed also.  Harmony being thus restored, we crossed the line, and on the following morning I began shooting in good earnest.”


“Moving some five or six miles round the base of the great peak of which I have spoken, we came the same day to one of the fairest bits of African country that I have seen outside of Kukuanaland.  At this spot the mountain spur that runs out at right angles to the great range, which stretches its cloud-clad length north and south as far as the eye can reach, sweeps inwards with a vast and splendid curve.  This curve measures some five-and-thirty miles from point to point, and across its moon-like segment the river flashed, a silver line of light.  On the further side of the river is a measureless sea of swelling ground, a natural park covered with great patches of bush—­some of them being many square miles in extent.  These are separated one from another by glades of grass land, broken here and there with clumps of timber trees; and in some instances by curious isolated koppies, and even by single crags of granite that start up into the air as though they were monuments carved by man, and not tombstones set by nature over the grave of ages gone.  On the west this beautiful plain is bordered by the lonely mountain, from the edge of which it rolls down toward the fever coast; but how far it runs to the north I cannot say—­eight days’ journey, according to the natives, when it is lost in an untravelled morass.

“On the hither side of the river the scenery is different.  Along the edge of its banks, where the land is flat, are green patches of swamp.  Then comes a wide belt of beautiful grass land covered thickly with game, and sloping up very gently to the borders of the forest, which, beginning at about a thousand feet above the level of the plain, clothes the mountain-side almost to its crest.  In this forest grow great trees, most of them of the yellow-wood species.  Some of these trees are so lofty, that a bird in their top branches would be out of range

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