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Mitford Bertram. 'Tween Snow and Fire: A Tale of the Last Kafir War
'Tween Snow and Fire: A Tale of the Last Kafir War
Table of Contents
"'Tween Snow and Fire"
Chapter One
The Episode of the White Dog
Chapter Two
“You have Struck a Chief.”
Chapter Three
Eanswyth
Chapter Four
“Love Settling Unawares.”
Chapter Five
The War-Dance at Nteya’s Kraal
Chapter Six
Hlangani, The Herald
Chapter Seven
In the Lion’s Den
Chapter Eight
“On the Rock they Scorch, like a Drop of Fire.”
Chapter Nine
A Startling Surprise
Chapter Ten
A Mutual Warning
Chapter Eleven
“The Tail Wags the Dog.”
Chapter Twelve
“Ah, Love, but a Day!”
Chapter Thirteen
”...And the World is Changed.”
Chapter Fourteen
A Curtain Secret
Chapter Fifteen
“But I am thy Love.”
Chapter Sixteen
“A Madness of Farewells.”
Chapter Seventeen
In the Enemy’s Country
Chapter Eighteen
The Tables Turned
Chapter Nineteen
The Last Cartridge
Chapter Twenty
The Tables Turned Again
Chapter Twenty One
Under Orders for Home
Chapter Twenty Two
“We are Four Fools.”
Chapter Twenty Three
“Onward they ply—in Dreadful Race.”
Chapter Twenty Four
A Dark Rumour in Komgha
Chapter Twenty Five
“The Curse has come upon me...”
Chapter Twenty Six
“And the Summer’s Night is a Winter’s Day.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
The Shield of her Love
Chapter Twenty Eight
The Silver Box
Chapter Twenty Nine
The Paramount Chief
Chapter Thirty
The Witch-Doctress
Chapter Thirty One
The “Smelling Out.”
Chapter Thirty Two
A Strange Duel
Chapter Thirty Three
“I walk in Shadow.”
Chapter Thirty Four
From Death and—to Death
Chapter Thirty Five
Eustace becomes Unpopular
Chapter Thirty Six
A Row in the Camp
Chapter Thirty Seven
“It is the Voice of an Oracle.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
At Swaanepoel’s Hoek
Chapter Thirty Nine
From the Dead!
Chapter Forty
A Letter from Hoste
Chapter Forty One
Xalasa’s Revelation
Chapter Forty Two
The Search Party
Chapter Forty Three
“Kwa ’Zinyoka.”
Chapter Forty Four
Inferno
Chapter Forty Five
A Fearful Discovery
Chapter Forty Six
The End of the Witch-Doctress
Chapter Forty Seven
Into Space
Chapter Forty Eight
Envoi
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Bertram Mitford
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Nearer, nearer to his western bed, dipped the sinking sun, throwing out long slanting darts of golden rays ere bringing to a close, in a flood of effulgent glory, the sweet African spring day. They fell on the placid surface of the dam, lying below in the kloof, causing it to shine like a sea of quicksilver. They brought out the vivid green of the willows, whose feathery boughs drooped upon the cool water. They blended with the soft, restful cooing of ring doves, swaying upon many a mimosa spray, or winging their way swiftly from the mealie lands to their evening roost and they seemed to impart a blithe gladsomeness to the mellow shout of the hoopoe, echoing from the cool shade of yonder rugged and bush-clad kloof.
Round the house a dozen or so tiny ostrich chicks were picking at the ground, or disputing the possession of some unexpected dainty with a tribe of long-legged fowls. Quaint enough they looked, these little, fluffy balls, with their bright eyes, and tawny, spotted necks; frail enough, too, and apt to come off badly at the spur or beak of any truculent rooster who should resent their share of the plunder aforesaid. Nominally they are under the care of a small Kafir boy, but the little black rascal—his master being absent and his mistress soft hearted—prefers the congenial associations of yonder group of beehive huts away there behind the sheep kraals, and the fun of building miniature kraals with mud and three or four boon companions, so the ostrich chicks are left to herd themselves. But the volleying boom of their male parent, down there in the great enclosure, rolls out loudly enough on the evening air, and the huge bird may be described in all the glory of his jet and snowy plumage, with inflated throat, rearing himself to his full height, rolling his fiery eye in search of an adversary.
