H. Rider Haggard

H. Rider Haggard

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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard The Spring of a Lion

Well, I let the reit-bok go, and it went like the wind, and I kept my eyes fixed upon the reeds. The fire was burning like a furnace now; the flames crackling and roaring as they bit into the reeds, sending spouts of fire twenty feet and more into the air, and making the hot air dance above it in a way that was perfectly dazzling. But the reeds were still half-green, and created an enormous quantity of smoke, which came rolling toward me like a curtain, lying very low on account of the wind.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard The Spring of a Lion

We soon got to the kloof, which was about three hundred yards in length and but sparsely wooded, and then the real fun began. There might be a lion behind every bush—there certainly were four lions somewhere; the delicate question was where. I peeped and poked and looked in every possible direction, with my heart in my mouth, and was at last rewarded by catching a glimpse of something yellow moving behind a bush. At the same moment, from another bush opposite me out burst one of the cubs and galloped back toward the burnt-out pan.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard The Spring of a Lion

The place, though it had evidently been recently inhabited, was as still as the bush round it, and some guinea fowl got up out of the prickly pear bushes right at the kraal gate. I remember that I hesitated a little before going in, there was such an air of desolation about the spot. Nature never looks desolate when man has not yet laid his hand upon her breast; she is only lonely. But when man has been and has passed away, then she looks desolate.
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