Swallow
The story of a Dutch girl raised among the Kaffirs, who dreams of a brother -- and soon finds herself face-to-face with a shipwrecked young boy!
Approx. 107,285 words.
lways be made for the susceptibilities of a race that finds its individuality and national life sinking slowly, but without hope of resurrection, beneath an invading flood of Anglo- Saxons.
But these are issues of to-day with which this story has little to do.
Without further explanation, then, I hope that you will accept these pages in memory of past time and friendship, and more especially of the providential events connected with a night-long ride which once we took on duty together among the "schanzes" and across the moon-lit paths of Secocoeni's mountain.
Believe me, my dear Clarke, Your sincere friend, H. Rider Haggard.
To Lieut.-Colonel Sir Marshal Clarke, R.A., K.C.M.G.
CHAPTER I
WHY VROUW BOTMAR TELLS HER TALE
It is a strange thing that I, an old Boer /vrouw/, should even think of beginning to write a book when there are such numbers already in the world, most of them worthless, and many of the rest a scan