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"
Ay
,
but
the
document
?
"
said
Sir
Henry
,
in
a
tone
of
deep
interest
.
"
Yes
,
the
document
;
what
was
in
it
?
"
added
the
captain
.
"
Well
,
gentlemen
,
if
you
like
I
will
tell
you
.
I
have
never
showed
it
to
anybody
yet
except
to
a
drunken
old
Portuguese
trader
who
translated
it
for
me
,
and
had
forgotten
all
about
it
by
the
next
morning
.
The
original
rag
is
at
my
home
in
Durban
,
together
with
poor
Dom
José
'
s
translation
,
but
I
have
the
English
rendering
in
my
pocket-book
,
and
a
facsimile
of
the
map
,
if
it
can
be
called
a
map
.
Here
it
is
.
"
"
I
,
José
da
Silvestra
,
who
am
now
dying
of
hunger
in
the
little
cave
where
no
snow
is
on
the
north
side
of
the
nipple
of
the
southernmost
of
the
two
mountains
I
have
named
Sheba
's
Breasts
,
write
this
in
the
year
1590
with
a
cleft
bone
upon
a
remnant
of
my
raiment
,
my
blood
being
the
ink
.
If
my
slave
should
find
it
when
he
comes
,
and
should
bring
it
to
Delagoa
,
let
my
friend
(
name
illegible
)
bring
the
matter
to
the
knowledge
of
the
king
,
that
he
may
send
an
army
which
,
if
they
live
through
the
desert
and
the
mountains
,
and
can
overcome
the
brave
Kukuanes
and
their
devilish
arts
,
to
which
end
many
priests
should
be
brought
,
will
make
him
the
richest
king
since
Solomon
.
With
my
own
eyes
I
have
seen
the
countless
diamonds
stored
in
Solomon
's
treasure
chamber
behind
the
white
Death
;
but
through
the
treachery
of
Gagool
the
witch-finder
I
might
bring
nought
away
,
scarcely
my
life
.
Let
him
who
comes
follow
the
map
,
and
climb
the
snow
of
Sheba
's
left
breast
till
he
reaches
the
nipple
,
on
the
north
side
of
which
is
the
great
road
Solomon
made
,
from
whence
three
days
'
journey
to
the
King
's
Palace
.
Let
him
kill
Gagool
.
Pray
for
my
soul
.
Farewell
.
José
Da
Silvestra
.
"
When
I
had
finished
reading
the
above
,
and
shown
the
copy
of
the
map
,
drawn
by
the
dying
hand
of
the
old
Dom
with
his
blood
for
ink
,
there
followed
a
silence
of
astonishment
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Captain
Good
,
"
I
have
been
round
the
world
twice
,
and
put
in
at
most
ports
,
but
may
I
be
hung
for
a
mutineer
if
ever
I
heard
a
yarn
like
this
out
of
a
story
book
,
or
in
it
either
,
for
the
matter
of
that
.
"
"
It
's
a
queer
tale
,
Mr.
Quatermain
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
.
"
I
suppose
you
are
not
hoaxing
us
?
It
is
,
I
know
,
sometimes
thought
allowable
to
take
in
a
greenhorn
.
"
"
If
you
think
that
,
Sir
Henry
,
"
I
said
,
much
put
out
,
and
pocketing
my
paper
--
for
I
do
not
like
to
be
thought
one
of
those
silly
fellows
who
consider
it
witty
to
tell
lies
,
and
who
are
for
ever
boasting
to
newcomers
of
extraordinary
hunting
adventures
which
never
happened
--
"
if
you
think
that
,
why
,
there
is
an
end
to
the
matter
,
"
and
I
rose
to
go
.
