Allan's Wife 7.4.42

Allan's Wife - It was your native name which I borrowed at the christening of that Allen who has become as well known to me as any other friend I have. It is therefore fitting that I should dedicate to you this, his last tale--the story of his wife, and the history of some further adventures which befell him. They will remind you of many an African yarn--that with the baboons may recall an experience of your own which I did not share. And perhaps they will do more than this. Perhaps they will bring back to you some of the long past romance of days that are lost to us. The country of which Allan Quatermain tells his tale is now, for the most part, as well known and explored as are the fields of Norfolk. Where we shot and trekked and galloped, scarcely seeing the face of civilized man, there the gold-seeker builds his cities. The shadow of the flag of Britain has, for a while, ceased to fall on the Transvaal plains; the game has gone; the misty charm of the morning has become the glare of day. All is changed. The blue gums that we planted in the garden of the "Palatial" must be large trees by now, and the "Palatial" itself has passed from us. Jess sat in it waiting for her love after we were gone. There she nursed him back to life. But Jess is dead, and strangers own it, or perhaps it is a ruin.

• It was your native name which I borrowed at the christening of that Allen who has become as well known to me as any other friend I have.
• It is therefore fitting that I should dedicate to you this, his last tale--the story of his wife, and the history of some further adventures which befell him.
• They will remind you of many an African yarn--that with the baboons may recall an experience of your own which I did not share.
•  And perhaps they will do more than this.
•  Perhaps they will bring back to you some of the long past romance of days that are lost to us.
•  The country of which Allan Quatermain tells his tale is now, for the most part, as well known and explored as are the fields of Norfolk.
•  Where we shot and trekked and galloped, scarcely seeing the face of civilized man, there the gold-seeker builds his cities.
•  The shadow of the flag of Britain has, for a while, ceased to fall on the Transvaal plains; the game has gone; the misty charm of the morning has become the glare of day.