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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  She — Chapter XXVIII: Over the Mountain (1887)

“ Farewell once more; often shall I think of you, nor wilt thou forget me, my Baboon, for though thy face is ugly thy heart is true." And then he turned and went, and with him went the tall and sullen-looking bearers, and that was the last that we saw of the Amahagger. We watched them winding away with the empty litters like a procession bearing dead men from a battle, till the mists from the marsh gathered round them and hid them, and then, left utterly desolate in the vast wilderness, we turned and gazed round us and at each other. ”
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  She — Chapter XXVIII: Over the Mountain (1887)

“ Three weeks or so before four men had entered the marshes of Kôr, and now two of us were dead, and the other two had gone through adventures and experiences so strange and terrible that death himself hath not a more fearful countenance. Three weeks—and only three weeks! Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours. It seemed like thirty years since we saw the last of our whale-boat.
"We must strike out for the Zambesi, Leo," I said, "but God knows if we shall ever get there."
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  She — Chapter XXVIII: Over the Mountain (1887)

“ Knowest thou not that these Amahagger, my children, these dwellers in the caves, hate ye? They hate ye as strangers, they hate ye more because of their brethren whom She put to the torment for your sake. Assuredly, if once they learn that there is naught to fear from Hiya, from the terrible One-who-must-be-obeyed, they will slay ye by the pot. ”
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