Edward Phillips Oppenheim

“ Free at last from the densely growing trees, Wrayson, for the first time during his long climb, caught an uninterrupted view of the magnificent panorama below. A land of hills, of black forests and shining rivers; a land uncultivated but rich in promise, magnificent in its primitivism. ”

“ In the darkness she felt his arms about her. Louise and her husband had wandered away.
"One thing at least remains, changeless and eternal as history itself," he murmured, as their lips met. "Thank God for it!" ”

“ He pointed northwards.
"Think," he said, "beneath those forests are the ruins of cities, magnificent in civilization and art before a stone of Babylon was built, when Nineveh was unknown. What a heritage! What a splendid heritage, if only we can prove ourselves worthy of it!"
"Why not?" Wrayson asked quietly. "Our day of decline is not yet. Even the historians admit that."
"It is the money-grabbers of the world who belittle empire," Duncan answered. "It is from the money-grabbers of the Transvaal that we have most to fear. ”