King Solomon's Mines [antikvár]

On the Dunkeld I have clone a great many things in my life. I have been trading, hunting, fighting or exploring since I was very young. And yet it is only eight months ago that I made all my money. It is a great deal of money, and I don't 5 know even now exactly how much. However, I do not think I would want to live through the last fifteen or sixteen months again for it, even if I knew I should be safe at the end. But then I am an easily frightened man, and dislike violence. Also, I am rather tired of adventure, w It is now eighteen months since I first met Sir Henry Curtis and Captain Good. I had been elephant hunting beyond Bamangwato, to the north of the Transvaal in South Africa. It had been a bad trip. Eveiything had gone wrong, and at the end of it all, I got a fever badly. is As soon as I was well enough, I went down to the Diamond Fields and sold all the ivory I had, as well as my wagon and oxen. I paid my hunters, and set off for Cape Town. Then, after a week there, I decided to return by sea to Natal, where my home is. The Dunkeld was 20 lying at the docks. I bought a ticket and went on board. That afternoon, the remaining passengers came on board, and we sailed out to sea. Among these passengers, there were two whom I noticed immediately. One, a gentleman of about thirty, 25 was perhaps the tallest, strongest-looking, longest-armed man I ever saw. He had yellow hair, a thick yellow beard, and large grey eyes. I never saw a finer-looking man, and somehow he reminded me of someone else, but at the time I could not remember who it was. This man, I found 30 out, was Sir Henry Curtis.