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The Kings Assegai: A Matabili Story is a historical novel written by Bertram Mitford and published in 1894. The story is set in the late 19th century in southern Africa, during the time of the Matabele War. The novel follows the life of a young Matabele warrior named Umslopogaas, who is known for his bravery and skill with the assegai, a traditional African spear.Umslopogaas is eager to prove himself to his people and earn the respect of his king, Lobengula. He is tasked with retrieving the king's stolen assegai, a symbol of his power and authority. Along the way, Umslopogaas faces many challenges, including rival tribes, treacherous terrain, and dangerous wildlife.As Umslopogaas embarks on his quest, he meets a group of European explorers who are also searching for the stolen assegai. Among them is Allan Quatermain, a famous adventurer and hunter, who becomes Umslopogaas' mentor and friend. Together, they navigate the dangers of the African wilderness and confront their enemies to recover the king's assegai.The Kings Assegai is a thrilling adventure story that explores the clash of cultures between traditional African societies and European colonialism. It also delves into themes of loyalty, honor, and the importance of preserving one's cultural heritage. Mitford's vivid descriptions of the African landscape and its inhabitants make this book a captivating read for anyone interested in African history and culture.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
"There! That is Umzilikazi's grave," said Christian Sybrandt, pointing out a towering pile of rocks some little way off, across the valley. "Is it? Let's go and have a look at it then," was the prompt reply. But immediately upon having made it, the second speaker knew that he had spoken like a fool, for the first gave a short laugh.
"Yer-Kroojer! Kroojer. Go'n get yer whiskers shyved." "Ere, chaps. 'Ere's old Kroojer!" And the section of the crowd among whom originated these remarks closed up around the object thereof. The latter, though clad in the frock-coat of European civilisation, was obviously an Oriental. He was a man of fine presence, tall and dignified, handsome in the aquiline-featured type, and wearing a full beard just turning grey. Hence it will be seen that his resemblance to the world-famed President was so striking as to commend itself at once to the understanding of his molesters.
She was talking at him. This was a thing she frequently did, and she had two ways of doing it. One was to talk at him through a third party when they two were not alone together; the other to convey moralizings and innuendo for his edification when they were-as in the present case. Just now she was extolling the superabundant virtues of somebody else's husband, with a tone and meaning which were intended to convey to Laurence Stanninghame that she wished to Heaven one-twentieth part of them was vested in hers.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1904 Excerpt: ... CONCLUSION "OH, how good you have been to us! No; really, when I want to find words--well, I simply can't." "Then don't try. That's the simplest way out of the difficulty, isn't it?" answered Wagram, with a smile. Delia Calmour shook her head, a puzzled little frown contradicting, as it were, the soft light that was in her eyes, and a certain tender curving of the lips. Her gaze swept over the network of sunlight glinting on the sward beneath the arching oaks, then rested on the adjacent palisade enclosing the African animals, whose quaint bellow would every now and then vie with the shout of the cuckoo to break the stillness of the lustrous summer air. She thought of herself--now enabled to make more than a comfortable living by turning her musical talents to account; of Clytie, doing exceedingly well in her own line; of raffish Bob, removed from Bassingham influences and third-rate Pownall & Skreet, to be given every chance at a fair salary with a first-class legal firm in London; of the three younger ones at school again, only at far better schools than they had ever dreamed of before--and, thus thinking, she did not exaggerate in declaring that she could not find words to express her appreciation to the man beside her--to whom all this was due. And again she repeated this. "My dear child," he answered, "haven't I told you before that it's our duty to help each other in this world as far as lies in our power? At any rate you seemed to bear in mind that principle when you literally forced the skipper of the Runic to put back because you had glimpsed some unknown poor devil left on board the derelict. Eh?" "That's different--quite different." Again she felt strangely tongue-tied. The past couple of years flashed through her mind, and how they had seemed to...
The steamship Amatikulu was drawing near the end of her voyage. A fresh breeze was ploughing up the blue waves of the Indian Ocean, hurling off their crests in white, foamy masses, casting showers of salt spray upon the wet decks of the vessel as she plunged her nose into each heaving, tossing billow, and leaped up again with a sudden jerk which was more than lively, and calculated to produce the most distressful of throes in the systems of her passengers. But these were well salted by this time, for, as we have just stated, they were at the end of their voyage.
The buck is running for dear life. The dog is some fifty yards behind the buck. The Kafir is about the same distance behind the dog, which distance he is striving right manfully to maintain; not so unsuccessfully, either, considering that he is pitting the speed of two legs against that of eight.
"You were astonished when I refused your piece of gold, Nkose. But were you to offer me your waggon loaded up with just such shining gold pieces, even that would not coax this broad spear out of my possession."
""The Sign of the Spider"" is a thrilling adventure novel written by Bertram Mitford. The story is set in South Africa during the late 19th century, and it follows the journey of Stephen Emery, a young man who sets out to find his missing father. Along the way, he meets a group of diamond hunters who are searching for a valuable diamond mine, and together they embark on a dangerous quest filled with treacherous terrain, wild animals, and hostile tribes.As they venture deeper into the African wilderness, they begin to encounter strange and mysterious occurrences that seem to be linked to a powerful and malevolent force known as the ""Spider."" Stephen and his companions must use all of their wits and courage to overcome the obstacles in their path and uncover the truth behind the Spider's sinister plans.With its vivid descriptions of the African landscape and its thrilling plot full of danger and intrigue, ""The Sign of the Spider"" is a classic adventure novel that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ Dorrien Of Cranston Bertram Mitford Hurst and Blackett, 1903
"You coward!" The word cut crisply and sharp through the clear frosty air, lashing and keen as the wind that stirred the crystal-spangled pines, and the musical ring of skate-blades upon the ice-bound surface of the mere. She who uttered it stood, her flower-like face and deep blue eyes all a-quiver with contemptuous disgust. He to whom it was addressed, started, blenched ever so slightly, his countenance immediately resuming its mask of bronze impassibility. Those who heard it echoed it, secretly or in deep and angry mutter, the while proceeding with their task-to wit, the restoring of animation to a very nearly drowned human being, rescued, at infinite risk, from the treacherous spring hole which had let him through the surface of the ice.
An impression prevails in this country that for many years past the Red men of the American Continent have represented a subdued and generally deteriorated race. No idea can be more erroneous. Debased, to a certain extent, they may have become, thanks to drink and other "blessings" of civilisation; but that the warrior-spirit, imbuing at any rate the more powerful tribes, is crushed, or that a semi-civilising process has availed to render them other than formidable and dangerous foes, let the stirring annals of Western frontier colonisation for the last half-century in general, and the Sioux rising of barely a year ago in particular, speak for themselves.
A Frontier Mystery is a novel written by Bertram Mitford and first published in 1905. The story is set in the late 19th century in South Africa, during the time of the Boer War. The main character, a British officer named Captain George Stuart, is sent on a mission to investigate the disappearance of a fellow officer, Captain Ronald Kershaw.As Stuart delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a web of intrigue involving local tribes, Boer rebels, and British spies. Along the way, he meets a cast of colorful characters, including a beautiful Boer woman named Elsa van der Merwe, who becomes his ally in the investigation.As the plot thickens, Stuart finds himself in mortal danger, facing off against ruthless enemies with their own hidden agendas. But with the help of Elsa and his own resourcefulness, he manages to unravel the mystery and bring the culprits to justice.A Frontier Mystery is a gripping tale of adventure, romance, and intrigue set against the backdrop of a turbulent period in South African history. Mitford's vivid descriptions of the landscape and culture of the region bring the story to life, while his fast-paced plot keeps readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
A classic British adventure novel that turns the imperialistic genre on its head, with an anti-hero protagonist and a monster arachnid...We are happy to announce this classic book. Many of the books in our collection have not been published for decades and are therefore not broadly available to the readers. Our goal is to access the very large literary repository of general public books. The main contents of our entire classical books are the original works. To ensure high quality products, all the titles are chosen carefully by our staff. We hope you enjoy this classic.
A Secret Of The Lebombo is a novel written by Bertram Mitford and originally published in 1905. The story is set in South Africa and follows the adventures of a young man named Hugh Glynn, who travels to the Lebombo Mountains in search of treasure. Along the way, he encounters a variety of characters, including a beautiful woman named Zita, a group of ruthless bandits, and a mysterious old man who holds the key to the treasure. As Hugh navigates through the rugged terrain and faces numerous obstacles, he begins to uncover the secrets of the Lebombo Mountains and the people who inhabit them. The novel is filled with action, adventure, and romance, and offers a vivid portrayal of life in South Africa during the early 20th century.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
Harley Greenoak�������s Charge is a historical fiction novel written by Bertram Mitford and published in 1906. The story is set in the late 19th century in South Africa during the Anglo-Boer War. The main character, Harley Greenoak, is a young British officer who is sent to South Africa to fight the Boers. The novel follows Greenoak�������s experiences as he navigates the complexities of war and the politics surrounding it. Along the way, he encounters a variety of characters, including fellow soldiers, Boer fighters, and local civilians. He also develops a romantic relationship with a young woman named Elsa, who is caught up in the conflict.The novel explores themes of duty, honor, and loyalty, as well as the devastating effects of war on individuals and communities. Mitford�������s vivid descriptions of battle scenes and the South African landscape provide a rich backdrop for the story.Overall, Harley Greenoak�������s Charge is a gripping tale of a young man�������s journey through war and his personal growth as he faces the challenges and horrors of combat.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
The steamer Mont Blanc was sweeping round the rather dangerous promontory just beyond La Tour de Peilz. The fine vessel was a brave sight as she sped arrowlike over the turquoise breast of Lake Léman, her straight stem shearing up a great scintillating blade of water on either side, her powerful paddles lashing up a long line of creaming rollers, hissing and curving away in her wake. From stem to stern she was gay with bunting, for this was but her second trip after being laid up through the winter season, and there was a spick-and-span newness about everything, from the whiteness of her commodious hurricane deck to the dazzling glass and luxurious lounges of her airy and spacious saloon.
John Seward Mervyn lay back in his accustomed armchair, and-looked. The room was of medium size, partly panelled, and partly hung with dark red papering. It was low ceiled, and the bending beams between the strips of whitewash were almost black. This added to the gloominess of the apartment whether by day or night; and now it was night. To be precise it was the stroke of midnight.
"Hi! Blacky! Here-hold hard. D'you hear, Snowball?" The last peremptorily. He thus addressed, paused, turned, and eyed somewhat doubtfully, not without a tinge of apprehension, the group of boys who thus hailed him. "What's your name?" pursued the latter, "Caesar, Pompey, Snowball-what?"
Twilight was fast closing in upon the desolate site of the old Kambula Camp, and the short, sharp thunderstorm which at the moment of outspanning had effectually drenched the scant supply of fuel, rendering that evening's repast, of necessity, cold commons, had left in its wake a thin but steady downpour. Already the line of low hills hard by was indistinct in the growing gloom, and a far-reaching expanse of cold and treeless plains made up a surrounding as mournful and depressing as could be."
"You will look after him, won't you?" "Certainly. You can rely upon me absolutely." Thus two men on the deck of a ship. One was silver-haired, elderly, spare and very refined looking. The other, of medium height, broadly built, and middle-aged, was, in his way, of striking appearance. His strong face, lined and sun-tanned, was half hidden in a full, iron-grey beard, and the keen blue eyes with their straight glance, were of that kind which would be deadly looking at you from behind the sights of a rifle.
"Just consider! You would soon get to hate me. I should be the ruin of you." Thus the owner of the bright, sparkling face which was turned, half mockingly, half ruefully, upon that of her companion. Looking out killingly from under the broad-brimmed hat, the dark, lustrous eyes seemed to melt into his.
A Veldt Vendetta is a novel written by Bertram Mitford and published in 1903. The story is set in South Africa during the late 19th century, and revolves around the conflict between two families, the van Voorens and the Retiefs, who have been feuding for years. The Retiefs, who are Dutch settlers, accuse the van Voorens, who are of Huguenot descent, of stealing their cattle, and the two families have been at odds ever since.The novel follows the story of Willem van Vooren, a young man who has just returned to South Africa after studying in England. He is eager to prove himself to his family and his community, and is determined to put an end to the feud with the Retiefs. However, his efforts are complicated by the fact that he falls in love with Elsa Retief, the daughter of his family's sworn enemy.As the story unfolds, Willem finds himself caught up in a web of intrigue and betrayal, as he tries to reconcile his love for Elsa with his loyalty to his family. Along the way, he must navigate dangerous political and social forces, as well as confront his own personal demons.A Veldt Vendetta is a gripping tale of love, revenge, and redemption, set against the backdrop of a tumultuous period in South African history. Mitford's vivid descriptions of the landscape and culture of the region, as well as his nuanced portrayal of the characters and their motivations, make this a compelling read for fans of historical fiction and adventure tales.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
"We love to roam, the wide world our home, As the rushing whirlwind free; O'er sea and land, and foreign strand, Who would not a wanderer be! "To the far off scenes of our youthful dreams With a lightsome heart we go; On the willing hack, or the charger's back, Or the weary camel slow."
He to whom this announcement was made could not repress a start of surprise. The only other occupant of the room paused and laid down the document from which he had been reading. The room was a solicitor's office. "You hardly expected to be remembered, then?" said the latter. "No. At least I won't say that, exactly; but nothing like to such an extent. I thought poor Spalding might have left me some trifle to remember him by-his pet breechloader, or something of the kind; but, candidly, I never expected anything like this!" "Yet you saved his life, once."
General Dorrien sits at the breakfast table in the cheerful dining-room at Cranston Hall, with a frown upon his face and an open letter in his hand. He is a handsome man, with severe, regular features; a man of whom his dependents would certainly stand in awe, and his family would fear more than love. There is sternness in the glance of his keen eyes, in the cut of the closely-trimmed grey moustache and whisker, and in every movement of the erect military figure. A man of iron will, not to be turned aside from his own hard and fast rule of right and wrong by any consideration-what chance had the foibles and follies of youth with one of this mould? And there he sits, motionless, gazing upon the open letter, the frown deepening upon his brow.
The buck is running for dear life. The dog is some fifty yards behind the buck. The Kafir is about the same distance behind the dog, which distance he is striving right manfully to maintain; not so unsuccessfully, either, considering that he is pitting the speed of two legs against that of eight.
Forging the Blades: A Tale of the Zulu Rebellion
Bertram Mitford (1855-1914) was the author of numerous adventure stories set in Africa.
Madula's kraal, in the Sikumbutana, was in a state of quite unusual excitement. The kraal, a large one, surrounded by an oval ring-fence of thorn, contained some seventy or eighty huts. Three or four smaller kraals were dotted around within a mile of it, and the whole lay in a wide, open basin sparsely grown with mimosa and low scrub, shut in by round-topped acacia-grown hills bearing up against the sky-line at no great distance."
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