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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: peculiar carrying voice which Kaffirs can command. I shouted
back something about victory and that the white men were wiped
out, then put an end to the conversation by vanishing into a
patch of dense bush.
It is a fact that after this I have only the dimmest recollection
of what happened. I remember off-saddling at night on several
occasions. I remember being very hungry because all the food was
eaten and the dog, Lost, catching a bush buck fawn, some of which
I partially cooked on a fire of dead wood, and devoured. Next I
remember--I suppose this was a day or two later--riding at night
in a thunderstorm and a particularly brilliant flash of lightning
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