cast-off garments, hiding, perhaps, in their blankets examples of the
white man's doubtful photographs--and then shuts his sunken eyes and
remembers the plumed and kilted regiments making that same ground shake
as, with a thunder of salute, line upon line, company upon company, they
rushed out to battle.

Well, because the latter does not attract me, it is of this former time
that I have tried to write--the time of the Impis and the witch-finders
and the rival princes of the royal House--as I am glad to learn from
you, not quite in vain. Therefore, since you, so great an expert,
approve of my labours in the seldom-travelled field of Zulu story, I ask
you to allow me to set your name upon this page and subscribe myself,

Gratefully and sincerely yours,


H. RIDER HAGGARD.


Ditchingham, 12th October, 1912.


To James Stuart, Esq.,
Late Assistant Secretary for Native Affairs, Natal.



AUTHOR'S NOTE

Mr. Allan Quatermain's story of the wicked and fascinating Mameena, a