Chapter 1 I Meet Sir Henry Curtis
It was a curious thing that at my age—fifty-five last
birthday—I shouldfind myself taking up a pen to try and write a
history. I wonder what sort ofa history it will be when I have
done a good many things in my life, whichseems a long one to me,
owing to my having begun so young, perhaps. At anage when other
boys are at school, I was earning my living as a trader in theold
Colony. I have been trading, hunting, fighting, or mining ever
since. Andyet it is only eight months ago that I made my pile. It
is a big pile now Ihave got it—I don't yet know how big—but I
don't think I would gothrough the last fifteen or sixteen months
again for it; no, not if I knew that Ishould come out safe at the
end, pile and all. But then I am a timid man, anddon't like
violence, and am pretty sick of adventure. I wonder why I amgoing
to write this book: it is not in my line. I am not a literary man,
thoughvery devoted to the Old Testament and also to the lngoldsby
Legends. Letme try and set down my reasons.
First reason: Because Sir Henry Curtis and Captain John Good
askedme to.
Second reason: Because I am laid up here at Durban with the
pain andtrouble in my left leg. Ever since that confounded lion
got hold of me I havebeen liable to it, and its being rather bad
just now makes me limp more thanever. There must be some poison in
a lion's teeth, otherwise how is it thatwhen your wounds are
healed they break out again. It is a hard thing thatwhen one has
shot sixty-five lions as I have in the course of my life, that
thesixty-sixth should chew your leg like a quid of tobacco. It
breaks the routineof the thing, and putting other considerations
aside, I am an orderly man anddon't like that.
**章 初会亨利-柯蒂斯
去年我已过了55岁生日,对我这个年龄的人来说,这是一件新奇事儿。
我发现自己应该拿起笔尝试着写一段历史。我不知道自己写完时它将是一段
什么样的历史,尽管我一生中做过很多很多的事儿。在我看来,一生似乎很