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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: ce we had started on our wild ride, but I felt it to be a last effort, and I was right. Suddenly my poor horse took the bit between her teeth and bolted furiously along a stretch of level ground for some three or four hundred yards, and then, with two or three jerky strides, pulled herself up and fell with a crash right on to her head, I rolling myself free as she did so. As I struggled to my feet the brave beast raised her head and looked at me with piteous bloodshot eyes, and then her head dropped with a groan and she was dead. Her heart
was broken.
Umslopogaas pulled up beside the carcase, and I looked at him
in dismay. There were still more than twenty miles to do by
dawn, and how were we to do it with one horse? It seemed hopeless,
but I had forgotten the old Zulu's extraordinary running powers.
Without a single word he sprang from the saddle and began to
hoist me into it.
'What wilt thou do?' I asked.
Allan Quatermain |
