Renshaw Fanning's Quest: A Tale of the High Veldt
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Mitford Bertram. Renshaw Fanning's Quest: A Tale of the High Veldt
Prologue
Chapter One. Thirst-Land
Chapter Two. A Friend in Need
Chapter Three. Renshaw Fanning’s Secret
Chapter Four. Sunningdale
Chapter Five. A Suspicious Trek
Chapter Six. Relapse
Chapter Seven “Our Object is the Same.”
Chapter Eight. Quits
Chapter Nine. Two “Sells.”
Chapter Ten. On Thorns
Chapter Eleven “Amoris Integratio.”
Chapter Twelve “He does not Ring True.”
Chapter Thirteen. A Tale of Blood
Chapter Fourteen. Against Time
Chapter Fifteen. The Midnight Foe
Chapter Sixteen. Catching a Tartar
Chapter Seventeen. After the Storm
Chapter Eighteen. In the Long Kloof
Chapter Nineteen. A Good Offer
Chapter Twenty. Old Dirk in Default
Chapter Twenty One. The First Camp
Chapter Twenty Two. A Voice from the Dead
Chapter Twenty Three. Following the Clue
Chapter Twenty Four. The Two Turret-Heads
Chapter Twenty Five “A Region of Emptiness, Howling and Drear.”
Chapter Twenty Six. Selwood’s Dilemma
Chapter Twenty Seven. The Key at Last
Chapter Twenty Eight “It is a White Man’s Skull.”
Chapter Twenty Nine. Renshaw’s Discovery
Chapter Thirty “Like a Star.”
Chapter Thirty One. The “Valley of the Eye.”
Chapter Thirty Two. Judas Impromptu
Chapter Thirty Three. The “Schelm Bushmen.”
Chapter Thirty Four. Left to Die
Chapter Thirty Five. The Price of Blood
Chapter Thirty Six. Sellon’s Last Lie
Chapter Thirty Seven. From the Dark River’s Brink
Chapter Thirty Eight “Eheu!”
Chapter Thirty Nine. Conclusion
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The heat was terrible.
Terrible, even for the parched, burning steppes of the High Veldt, whose baked and crumbling surface lay gasping in cracks and fissures beneath the blazing fierceness of the African sun. Terrible for the stock, enfeebled and emaciated after months of bare subsistence on such miserable wiry blades of shrivelled grass as it could manage to pick up, and on the burnt and withered Karroo bushes. Doubly terrible for those to whom the wretched animals, all skin and bone, and dying off like flies, represented nothing more nor less than the means of livelihood itself.
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“Locusts! Emeralds! Diamonds!” echoes the stranger in amazement. “Scott, but the poor chap’s clean off his chump – clean off it! What on earth am I to do with him, or with myself either for the matter of that?”
“Not a ‘stone’ on the place!” goes on the speaker, in a mournful tone. “I’ve fossicked high and low, and there isn’t one – not one. Ah, but – the Valley of the Eye! Come, friend. We will start at once. You shall make your fortune. Dirk! Dirk!” he shouts, passing the wondering stranger, and gaining the doorway.
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