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Title: Hendricks the Hunter
The Border Farm, a Tale of Zululand

Author: W.H.G. Kingston

Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21393]

Language: English

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Hendricks the Hunter; or, The Border Farm, a Tale of Zululand, by W.H.G.
Kingston.

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In this well-written book we find ourselves in Zululand, amid the
beautiful scenery of South Africa. Hendricks makes his living by
hunting, and trading the skins and other products. It is a dangerous
way of earning money, and we are with him on one of his trips. There
are dangers from animals, lack of water, snakes, and, of course, the
natives. Some of the latter are friendly, and these are sympathetically
depicted in the story.

There were quite a few type-setting errors, mainly in wrong, missing, or
superfluous quote signs. We think we have got this right in this
version of the book.

It makes a good audiobook, of about ten hours' duration.

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HENDRICKS THE HUNTER; OR, THE BORDER FARM, A TALE OF ZULULAND, BY W.H.G.
KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE TRADER IN ZULULAND.

Zululand is a wild region of mountain ranges, deep valleys and gorges,
roaring torrents, rapidly flowing rivers, plains covered with mimosa
bushes, meadows where cattle pasture and grow fat, and level plateaux
extending for many miles across it, several hundred feet above the level
of the ocean; while scattered here and there, in some parts pretty
thickly, are to be seen the kraals or villages and the mealy grounds of
the natives. Wild as is the country, and although roads, properly
speaking, there are none, it is sufficiently practicable for waggons in
various directions.

Some few years back, one of these vehicles, drawn by a span of twelve
oxen, was seen slowly wending its way to the south-west, in the
direction of Natal. It was a loosely yet strongly built machine on