Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-01-14

Three weeks-and only three weeks! Truly
time should be measured by events, and
not by the lapse of hours. 1t seemed like
thirty wears since we saw the last of our
Whale-boat.
I'VE must strike ont for the Zambesi.
Leo" 1 said. but God knows if we shall
ever get there
Leo nodded. He had become very silent
Of late. and we started with nothing bur
the clothes we stood in, a compass. our re-
volYers and express rifles, and about two
hundred roundS Of ammunition; and so
ended the history Of Il visit 70 the ruins
OF mighty kor.
As tor the adventures that subsequently
beiell Us, strange aud varied as they were,
1 have, after deliberation, determined not
10 record them here. Ia these pages | have
only tried to give u short and clear account
of an occurrence which | believe to be
unique, and this | have done, not WIN Il
view To immediate publication, but merely
to put on paper while they are yet fresh in
our memories the details of our journey
ANA its result, which will, | believe, prove
interesting TO the world ii ever we determ-
inc 30 make them public. This, us AT pres
cnt advised, we do not intend should be
done during our joint lives.
70 the rest, il is Of TO public interest,
resembling, as it does, the experience of
more thar one Central African traveller.
Suffice it to say that we did, after incredi-
bic hardships and priyations. reach the
Iambesi, which proved TO be about "A hun
dred and seventy miles south of where
Billaii left rs. There we were for six
months imprisoned by a savage tribe, who
believed us to be supernatural beings,
chiefly on account OF Leo's youthful face
ana snow-white hailN From these people
we ultimately escaped, and. crossing the
Ilmbesi, wandered of southwark. where,
when on the point of starvation, we were
sufficiently fortunate to fall in with n Port
ugnpse elephant-hunter, who had followed
Il troop of elephants further inland than he
had ever been before. This man treated
rs MOST Hospitality, and ultimately through
his assistance we, after i"nnuinerable suf-
ferings and adventures, reached Delagoa
Bay, more than eighteen months from the
day when we emerged from the marshes
Of k0r, and the very next day managed TO
catch one of the Donald Carrie boats that
run round the Cape 10 England. Our
journey home was Il prosperous one, and
we set our foot on the quay ut Southamp-
ton exactly two years from the date of our
departure upon our wild and seemingly
ridiculous Cuest-and | now write these
last words with Leo leaning owe my shoul-
der IN my old room in my college, the very
same into which some two-and-twenty
years ago my poor friend Niucey came
stumbling on the memorable night OF his
death, bearing the iron chest with him.
j. Leo realiy Il rcincaraatiOn of the m
cient kallikrates Of whom the writer
speaks? Or was Ayesha deceived by some
extraordinary racial resemblance The
reader must form his oWn opinion OH this
as on many other matters. / hav mine,
which j. thai she made 10 such mistake.
And that is the end of this history 50 far
rs It concerns science and the outside
world. What its end will be rs regards
Leo and myself * more h a | can guess
at. But we feel that II Is not reached yet.
4 story that begun two thousand years
ago may stretch a long way into the dim
and distant future.
Often | st alone at night, staring with
the ewes of the mind into the blackness of
unborn time, and wondering in what shape
and form the drama will be finally devei-
Oped, and Whcre the scene OF its last act
Will De laid. And when thar final develop
ment ultimately occurs, rs have no doubt
ii husband viii OCCUR, in obedience To u
fate that never sytryes and n purpose that
cannot be altered. what will be the part
played therein by that Egyptian Amenar-
laS. the princess OF the race OF the Pharaoh
kaNor, for the love of whom the ancient
kallikrates broke his VOWS to Isis, and,
pursued by the ineXorabie vengeance OF
The outraged goddess, fled down the coast
OF Libya 10 meet lis dom ut kor,
THE A-,D.I