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Title: Dead Man's Land
Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain

Author: George Manville Fenn

Illustrator: Stanley L. Wood

Release Date: December 19, 2007 [EBook #23922]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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Dead Man's Land, by George Manville Fenn.

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The heroes consist of two teenaged boys, cousins, the father of one of
them, and a family tutor. They decide to leave dear old England for a
while, and pay a visit to Africa. Here all sorts of adventures befall
them, some pleasurable, but many of them not so. There is one
particularly awkward moment when one of the boys is pounced on by a
lion. However, they get out of that one. As always with Fenn's books,
there are numerous tight situations, many of which appear to have no
solution, but they do get out of them, perhaps with the loss of one of
their bullocks.

But by the end of the tale they are only too happy to get back to
England and home.

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DEAD MAN'S LAND, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

CHAPTER ONE.

JUST BEFORE DINNER.

Mark jumped up.

"You there, father! I did not hear you come in."

Doctor Robertson, tutor, half rose from his seat by the glowing library
fire.

"No, my boy, and I did not hear you come in."

"Why, uncle, you have been sitting there listening!" cried Dean.

"To be sure I have. How could I help it, sir? I came in tired, and
thought I would have a nap in my own chair till it was time to change
for dinner, and you woke me up out of a pleasant dream which somehow
shaped itself into climbing with an ice axe and nearly losing it. It
was some time before I could make out whether I was really awake or
dreaming still, and I lay listening and getting more and more interested
in what the doctor described to you two stupid boys."

"Oh, father, you shouldn't have listened!" said Mark.

"What, sir!" cried Sir