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Title: Adventures in Africa
By an African Trader

Author: W.H.G. Kingston

Release Date: November 21, 2007 [EBook #23575]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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Adventures in Africa, by W.H.G. Kingston.

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In this book the hero, fresh from school, arrives from England, and
joins his uncle, who is a trader with the people of central Africa,
bringing the goods obtained down to the south. On this occasion they
have been attacked soon after they set out by natives led by Boers. In
order to complete their journey to central Africa they decide to return
with the few animals left to them, horses and an ox, over the Kalahari
Desert. Unfortunately they encamp one night in a place infested with
the tsetse flies, which kills the horses. Shortage of water and attacks
by various wild beasts such as elephants and a hippopotamus, are some of
the adventures described.

Adventures they have in plenty, almost too many, for one of their number
is killed. They also kill far too many animals, as was the custom in
Victorian times.

It is a short book, that won't take long to listen to, or to read.

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ADVENTURES IN AFRICA, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

"How many more days, Jan, will it be before we get across this
abominable desert?" I asked of our black guide, as we trudged along, he
leading our sole remaining ox, while my uncle, Mr Roger Farley, and I
led our two horses laden with the remnants of our property.

"May be ten days, may be two ten," answered Jan Jigger, whose knowledge
of numerals was somewhat limited.

I gave a groan, for I was footsore and weary, and expected to have had a
more satisfactory answer. We were making our way over a light-coloured
soft sand, sprinkled in some places with tall grass, rising in tufts,
with bare spots between them. In other parts were various creeping
plants, and