H Rider Haggard

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Book Excerptlways be made for the susceptibilities of a race that finds its individuality and national life sinking slowly, but without hope of resurrection, beneath an invading flood of Anglo- Saxons. But these are issues of to-day with which this story has little to do. Without further explanation, then, I hope that you will accept these pages in memory of past time and friendship, and more especially of the providential events connected with a night-long ride which once we took on duty together among the "schanzes" and across the moon-lit paths of Secocoeni's mountain. Believe me, my dear Clarke, Your sincere friend, H. Rider Haggard. To Lieut.-Colonel Sir Marshal Clarke, R. A., K. C. M. G. SWALLOWCHAPTER IWHY VROUW BOTMAR TELLS HER TALEIt is a strange thing that I, an old Boer /vrouw/, should even think of beginning to write a book when there are such numbers already in the world, most of them worthless, and many of the rest a scan