Allan Quatermain
By H. Rider Haggard
Allan Quatermain embarks on his final journey into Africa to find a lost white race in the interior.
Table of Contents
NOTE BY GEORGE CURTIS, Esq. AUTHORITIES I inscribe this book of adventure to my son ARTHUR JOHN RIDER HAGGARD in the hope that in days to come he, and many other boys whom I sha...
THE CONSUL’S YARN A week had passed since the funeral of my poor boy Harry, and one evening I was in my room walking up and down and thinking, when there was a ring at the outer d...
THE BLACK HAND In due course we left Lamu, and ten days afterwards we found ourselves at a spot called Charra, on the Tana River, having gone through many adventures which need no...
THE MISSION STATION We made the remains of our rope fast to the other canoe, and sat waiting for the dawn and congratulating ourselves upon our merciful escape, which really seeme...
ALPHONSE AND HIS ANNETTE After dinner we thoroughly inspected all the outbuildings and grounds of the station, which I consider the most successful as well as the most beautiful p...
UMSLOPOGAAS MAKES A PROMISE Next morning at breakfast I missed Flossie and asked where she was. “Well,” said her mother, “when I got up this morning I found a note put outside my...
THE NIGHT WEARS ON As may be imagined, at the very first sign of a Masai the entire population of the Mission Station had sought refuge inside the stout stone wall, and were now t...
A SLAUGHTER GRIM AND GREAT Then there was a pause, and we stood there in the chilly silent darkness waiting till the moment came to start. It was, perhaps, the most trying time of...
ALPHONSE EXPLAINS And so the fight was ended. On returning from the shocking scene it suddenly struck me that I had seen nothing of Alphonse since the moment, some twenty minutes ...
INTO THE UNKNOWN A week had passed, and we all sat at supper one night in the Mission dining-room, feeling very much depressed in spirits, for the reason that we were going to say...
THE ROSE OF FIRE On we flew, drawn by the mighty current, till at last I noticed that the sound of the water was not half so deafening as it had been, and concluded that this must...
THE FROWNING CITY For an hour or more I sat waiting (Umslopogaas having meanwhile gone to sleep also) till at length the east turned grey, and huge misty shapes moved over the sur...
THE SISTER QUEENS The big rowing-boat glided on up the cutting that ran almost to the foot of the vast stairway, and then halted at a flight of steps leading to the landing-place....
ABOUT THE ZU-VENDI PEOPLE And now the curtain is down for a few hours, and the actors in this novel drama are plunged in dewy sleep. Perhaps we should except Nyleptha, whom the re...
THE FLOWER TEMPLE It was half-past eight by my watch when I woke on the morning following our arrival at Milosis, having slept almost exactly twelve hours, and I must say that I d...
SORAIS’ SONG After our escape from Agon and his pious crew we returned to our quarters in the palace and had a very good time. The two Queens, the nobles and the people vied with ...
BEFORE THE STATUE It was night—dead night—and the silence lay on the Frowning City like a cloud. Secretly, as evildoers, Sir Henry Curtis, Umslopogaas, and myself threaded our wa...
THE STORM BREAKS And now it was that the trouble which at first had been but a cloud as large as a man’s hand began to loom very black and big upon our horizon, namely, Sorais’ pr...
WAR! RED WAR! Telling Umslopogaas to wait, I tumbled into my clothes and went off with him to Sir Henry’s room, where the Zulu repeated his story word for word. It was a sight to ...
A STRANGE WEDDING One person, however, did not succeed in getting out in time before the gates were shut, and that was the High Priest Agon, who, as we had every reason to believe...
THE BATTLE OF THE PASS It was on the third morning after this incident of the map that Sir Henry and I started. With the exception of a small guard, all the great host had moved o...
AWAY! AWAY! At the top of the rise we halted for a second to breathe our horses; and, turning, glanced at the battle beneath us, which, illumined as it was by the fierce rays of t...
HOW UMSLOPOGAAS HELD THE STAIR We looked at one another. “Thou seest,” I said, “they have taken away the door. Is there aught with which we may fill the place? Speak quickly for ...
I HAVE SPOKEN It was a week after Nyleptha’s visit, when I had begun to get about a little in the middle of the day, that a message came to me from Sir Henry to say that Sorais wo...
BY ANOTHER HAND A year has elapsed since our most dear friend Allan Quatermain wrote the words “_I have spoken_” at the end of his record of our adventures. Nor should I have vent...