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At
last
,
about
nine
o'clock
,
up
she
came
in
all
her
glory
,
flooding
the
wild
country
with
light
,
and
throwing
a
silver
sheen
on
the
expanse
of
rolling
desert
before
us
,
which
looked
as
solemn
and
quiet
and
as
alien
to
man
as
the
star-studded
firmament
above
.
We
rose
up
,
and
in
a
few
minutes
were
ready
,
and
yet
we
hesitated
a
little
,
as
human
nature
is
prone
to
hesitate
on
the
threshold
of
an
irrevocable
step
.
We
three
white
men
stood
by
ourselves
.
Umbopa
,
assegai
in
hand
and
a
rifle
across
his
shoulders
,
looked
out
fixedly
across
the
desert
a
few
paces
ahead
of
us
;
while
the
hired
natives
,
with
the
gourds
of
water
,
and
Ventvögel
,
were
gathered
in
a
little
knot
behind
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
presently
,
in
his
deep
voice
,
"
we
are
going
on
about
as
strange
a
journey
as
men
can
make
in
this
world
.
It
is
very
doubtful
if
we
can
succeed
in
it
.
But
we
are
three
men
who
will
stand
together
for
good
or
for
evil
to
the
last
.
Now
before
we
start
let
us
for
a
moment
pray
to
the
Power
who
shapes
the
destinies
of
men
,
and
who
ages
since
has
marked
out
our
paths
,
that
it
may
please
Him
to
direct
our
steps
in
accordance
with
His
will
.
"
Taking
off
his
hat
,
for
the
space
of
a
minute
or
so
,
he
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
,
and
Good
and
I
did
likewise
.
I
do
not
say
that
I
am
a
first-rate
praying
man
,
few
hunters
are
,
and
as
for
Sir
Henry
,
I
never
heard
him
speak
like
that
before
,
and
only
once
since
,
though
deep
down
in
his
heart
I
believe
that
he
is
very
religious
.
Good
too
is
pious
,
though
apt
to
swear
.
Anyhow
I
do
not
remember
,
excepting
on
one
single
occasion
,
ever
putting
up
a
better
prayer
in
my
life
than
I
did
during
that
minute
,
and
somehow
I
felt
the
happier
for
it
.
Our
future
was
so
completely
unknown
,
and
I
think
that
the
unknown
and
the
awful
always
bring
a
man
nearer
to
his
Maker
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
,
"
trek
!
"
So
we
started
.
We
had
nothing
to
guide
ourselves
by
except
the
distant
mountains
and
old
José
da
Silvestre
's
chart
,
which
,
considering
that
it
was
drawn
by
a
dying
and
half-distraught
man
on
a
fragment
of
linen
three
centuries
ago
,
was
not
a
very
satisfactory
sort
of
thing
with
work
with
.
Still
,
our
sole
hope
of
success
depended
upon
it
,
such
as
it
was
.
If
we
failed
in
finding
that
pool
of
bad
water
which
the
old
Dom
marked
as
being
situated
in
the
middle
of
the
desert
,
about
sixty
miles
from
our
starting-point
,
and
as
far
from
the
mountains
,
in
all
probability
we
must
perish
miserably
of
thirst
.
But
to
my
mind
the
chances
of
our
finding
it
in
that
great
sea
of
sand
and
karoo
scrub
seemed
almost
infinitesimal
.
Even
supposing
that
da
Silvestra
had
marked
the
pool
correctly
,
what
was
there
to
prevent
its
having
been
dried
up
by
the
sun
generations
ago
,
or
trampled
in
by
game
,
or
filled
with
the
drifting
sand
?
On
we
tramped
silently
as
shades
through
the
night
and
in
the
heavy
sand
.
The
karoo
bushes
caught
our
feet
and
retarded
us
,
and
the
sand
worked
into
our
veldtschoons
and
Good
's
shooting-boots
,
so
that
every
few
miles
we
had
to
stop
and
empty
them
;
but
still
the
night
kept
fairly
cool
,
though
the
atmosphere
was
thick
and
heavy
,
giving
a
sort
of
creamy
feel
to
the
air
,
and
we
made
fair
progress
.
It
was
very
silent
and
lonely
there
in
the
desert
,
oppressively
so
indeed
.
Good
felt
this
,
and
once
began
to
whistle
"
The
Girl
I
left
behind
me
,
"
but
the
notes
sounded
lugubrious
in
that
vast
place
,
and
he
gave
it
up
.
Shortly
afterwards
a
little
incident
occurred
which
,
though
it
startled
us
at
the
time
,
gave
rise
to
a
laugh
.
Good
was
leading
,
as
the
holder
of
the
compass
,
which
,
being
a
sailor
,
of
course
he
understood
thoroughly
,
and
we
were
toiling
along
in
single
file
behind
him
,
when
suddenly
we
heard
the
sound
of
an
exclamation
,
and
he
vanished
.
Next
second
there
arose
all
around
us
a
most
extraordinary
hubbub
,
snorts
,
groans
,
and
wild
sounds
of
rushing
feet
.
In
the
faint
light
,
too
,
we
could
descry
dim
galloping
forms
half
hidden
by
wreaths
of
sand
.
The
natives
threw
down
their
loads
and
prepared
to
bolt
,
but
remembering
that
there
was
nowhere
to
run
to
,
they
cast
themselves
upon
the
ground
and
howled
out
that
it
was
ghosts
.
As
for
Sir
Henry
and
myself
,
we
stood
amazed
;
nor
was
our
amazement
lessened
when
we
perceived
the
form
of
Good
careering
off
in
the
direction
of
the
mountains
,
apparently
mounted
on
the
back
of
a
horse
and
halloaing
wildly
.
In
another
second
he
threw
up
his
arms
,
and
we
heard
him
come
to
the
earth
with
a
thud
.
