Копи царя Соломона
Our March into the Desert
Justbelowourencampmentflowedalittlestream,onthefarthersideofwhichisastonyslope,thesamedownwhich,twentyyearsbefore,IhadseenpoorSilvestrecreepingbackafterhisattempttoreachSolomon’sMines, andbeyondthatslopebeginsthewaterlessdesert,coveredwithaspeciesofkarooshrub.
Itwaseveningwhenwepitchedourcamp,andthegreatballofthesunwassinkingintothedesert,sendinggloriousraysofmany-colouredlightflyingalloveritsvastexpanse. LeavingGoodtosuperintendthearrangementofourlittlecamp,ItookSirHenrywithme,andwalkingtothetopoftheslopeopposite,wegazedacrossthedesert. Theairwasveryclear,andfar,farawayIcoulddistinguishthefaintblueoutlines,hereandtherecappedwithwhite,oftheSulimanBerg.
"There,"Isaid,"thereisthewallroundSolomon’sMines,butGodknowsifweshalleverclimbit."
"Mybrothershouldbethere,andifheis,Ishallreachhimsomehow,"saidSirHenry,inthattoneofquietconfidencewhichmarkedtheman.
"Ihopeso,"Ianswered,andturnedtogobacktothecamp,whenIsawthatwewerenotalone. Behindus,alsogazingearnestlytowardsthefar-offmountains,stoodthegreatKafirUmbopa.
TheZuluspokewhenhesawthatIhadobservedhim,addressingSirHenry,towhomhehadattachedhimself.
"Isittothatlandthatthouwouldstjourney,Incubu?"(anativewordmeaning,Ibelieve,anelephant,andthenamegiventoSirHenrybytheKafirs),hesaid,pointingtowardsthemountainwithhisbroadassegai.