Aletta: A Tale of the Boer Invasion
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Mitford Bertram. Aletta: A Tale of the Boer Invasion
Chapter One. Book I – The Transvaal Emissary
Chapter Two. Sidelights
Chapter Three. A Boer Farm
Chapter Four. The Conversion of Stephanus De La Rey
Chapter Five. Signs
Chapter Six. Colvin makes a Discovery
Chapter Seven. An Evil Ambush
Chapter Eight. Tragical – And Aletta
Chapter Nine “Only a Boer Girl.”
Chapter Ten “If – .”
Chapter Eleven. Love – and some Sport
Chapter Twelve “The Only English Girl.”
Chapter Thirteen. Two Verdicts and some Rancour
Chapter Fourteen. Jelf – Civil Commissioner
Chapter Fifteen. Solution
Chapter Sixteen “Of Great Price.”
Chapter One. Book II – The Refugee Train
Chapter Two. A Transvaal Official
Chapter Three. His Honour the President
Chapter Four. That other Kershaw
Chapter Five. Something of a Plot
Chapter Six. In the Roar of the Battle
Chapter Seven. Ocular Evidence
Chapter Seven. Very like a Prisoner
Chapter Nine. Commandant Schoeman’s Camp
Chapter Ten. The Net draws in
Chapter Eleven. To take his Place
Chapter Twelve. Gert Bondelzwart’s News
Chapter Thirteen. At the Price of herself
Chapter Fourteen. In the Shadow of Doom
Chapter Fifteen. Love’s Triumph
Chapter Sixteen. The Falling of the Scales
Chapter Seventeen. Conclusion
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Down by the river bed a girl was standing. The river bed was dry. So, too, was the wide, flat expanse of veldt stretching before and around her, and the slopes of two low cliff-crowned mountains which at some distance off relieved the dead level of the arid plain were brown where they should have been green. The only green spot visible upon the whole landscape was formed by an extensive cultivated patch lying around a farmhouse half a mile away, and this was the result of irrigation, not of the opening of the windows of heaven. But, although the sun shone down from a cloudless sky in the full glory of his midday splendour, his rays were without power, for there was a keen icy edge upon the air, stirred by a light breeze that was suggestive of exhilaration combined with warm clothing, and imparted a very entrancing touch of additional colour to the cheeks of the girl standing there.
She is a pretty girl, the large pupils of whose blue eyes lend to those attractive orbs a velvety softness which is in strange contradiction to the firm cut of the chin and the full though decided lips. She is of medium height, and her well-rounded figure is arrayed in a blouse and skirt, about as neat and serviceable a form of feminine attire as exists – on the veldt or elsewhere; but her hair, wavy and golden, is, save for a rebellious lock or two over the forehead, concealed within an ample white kapje, or sunbonnet – so becoming a framework to a pretty face.
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“Why they’ll hold a meeting and simply spout treason all night,” rejoined Frank vehemently. “Good Lord, if I were Milner, I’d have that fellow arrested and shot as a spy.”
“My dear chap, you can’t shoot ‘spies’ when we are not at war with anybody, and Botma, I suppose, has about as much right to hold a meeting among his countrymen here as a British labour delegate has to organise a strike. These are among the advantages of a free country, don’t you know?”
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