Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner
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came to his hut to look for food. All the other men were gone, but his
servant lay dead before the door; and the white man knew how it must have happened. He could not creep further, and he lay down before the door, and that night the white man and the black lay there dead together, side by side. Both those men were of my friends." "It was damned plucky of the nigger," said Peter; "but I've heard of their doing that sort of thing before. Even of a girl who wouldn't tell where her mistress was, and getting killed. But," he added doubtfully, "all your company seem to be niggers or to get killed?" "They are of all races," said the stranger. "In a city in the old Colony is one of us, small of stature and small of voice. It came to pass on a certain Sunday morning, when the men and women were gathered before him, that he mounted his pulpit: and he said when the time for the sermon came, 'In place that I should speak to you, I will read you a history.' And he opened an old book more than two thousand years old: and he read: 'Now it came to pass that Naboth the Jezreelite had a vineyard, which was in Jezreel, hard by the palace of Ahab king of Samaria. "'And Ahab spake unto Naboth, saying, Give me thy vineyard, that I may have it for a garden of herbs, because it is near unto my house: and I will give thee for it a better vineyard than it; or, if it seemeth good to thee, I will give thee the worth of it in money. "'And Naboth said to Ahab, The Lord forbid it me, that I should give the inheritance of my father unto thee. "'And Ahab came into his house heavy and displeased because of the word which Naboth the Jezreelite had spoken unto him; for he had said, I will |
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