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William Hatherell

William Hatherell (1855–1928), who signed his works W. Hatherell, was born in Westbury on Trym, near Bristol on 18 October 1855. Hatherell studied at the Royal Academy Schools in 1877. Beginning in the 1880s he worked as a magazine illustrator for several periodicals including The Graphic and Harper's New Monthly Magazine. He joined the Royal Institute of Painters in Watercolours in 1888, and exhibited at the Royal Academy and at the New Water-Colour Society. Hatherell died in London on 7 December 1928.

20 Illustrations by William Hatherell

Swallow

Novel

Illustrations from Swallow

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Now she stopped, and turning to the right, pushed her way through the mimosas, and there beyond them was a dell, and in the centre of the dell a large flat rock, and on the rock a boy praying

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1492

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By him sits Suzanne, a soft kaross of jackal skins wrapped over her nightgown... talking in some words which for us have little meaning, and in a voice now shrill, and now sinking to a croon, while with one hand she clasps his wrist

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1493

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Now at last he gave me the paper to sign. Besides the candles on the table, which being of mutton fat had burnt out, there was a lamp fed with whale’s oil, but this also was dying, the oil being exhausted, so that its flame, which had sunk low

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1495

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Springing from the saddle she walked up to Piet, saying, 'Take what you seek, but oh! for your sake I wish to God that my lips were poison'

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1496

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'I promised you a flogging, but since it is chance that has conquered you more than I, I will take no advantage of it, save this—” and he struck him once or twice across the face with the whip'

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1497

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There beneath her, within a few paces indeed, for the ground sloped steeply to the stream, men were passing. The first of these was white, and he carried a white woman in his arms; the rest were Kaffirs

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1499

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Half seated, half lying upon a rough bedstead spread with blankets, was Suzanne. Her hair had come undone and hung about her, her feet were still loosely bound together, and as the Kaffir, Asika, had said, her face was like that of a dead woman

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1500

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In five minutes they were in the centre of the torrent, and here it ran with a roar and mighty force so that its waves began to break over the schimmel’s head, and they feared that he would drown

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1501

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That morning Suzanne, mounted upon the great schimmel, which by now had almost recovered from his weariness, although he was still somewhat stiff, passed up and down before Sigwe’s regiments that saluted her as chieftainess

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1502

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For a while there was silence, which presently was broken by Jan roaring at me in a loud voice as though I were deaf. 'Vrouw, let ons trek,' and, to give weight to his words, he brought his great fist down with a bang upon the table

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1503

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I looked, and just at my side I saw a great savage who had forced his way through the thorns and crawled beneath the waggon into the laager. The gun in my hand was empty, but by me lay an axe which I snatched up

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1505

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On the top of the highest and most precipitous cliff of the mountain fortress of Umpondwana was a little knoll of rock curiously hollowed out to the shape of a chair, difficult to gain and dizzy to sit in

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1505

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Slowly the black snake-like line pressed forward through the white foam

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1506

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First Sihamba took a sharp knife, and with it cut off Suzanne’s beautiful hair close to the head, over which what was left of it curled naturally

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1507

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With a swift and awful rush, like that of a swooping bird, the dead woman and the living man plunged headlong into space

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1508

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One morning my great-grandmother finished dictating her history, the ending of which seemed to affect her much, for when it was done she told me sharply to put the typed sheets away and let her hear or see no more of them

Swallow

The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1509

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I struck him with all my strength

Swallow

1st US Edition

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She slipped from his back

Swallow

1st US Edition

Illustration

Slowly the snake-like line pressed forward

Swallow

1st US Edition

Illustration

'I promised you a flogging'

Swallow

1st US Edition

William Hatherell

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20 Illustrations by William Hatherell

Illustrations from Swallow

Now she stopped, and turning to the right, pushed her way through the mimosas, and there beyond them was a dell, and in the centre of the dell a large flat rock, and on the rock a boy praying

By him sits Suzanne, a soft kaross of jackal skins wrapped over her nightgown... talking in some words which for us have little meaning, and in a voice now shrill, and now sinking to a croon, while with one hand she clasps his wrist

Now at last he gave me the paper to sign. Besides the candles on the table, which being of mutton fat had burnt out, there was a lamp fed with whale’s oil, but this also was dying, the oil being exhausted, so that its flame, which had sunk low

Springing from the saddle she walked up to Piet, saying, 'Take what you seek, but oh! for your sake I wish to God that my lips were poison'

'I promised you a flogging, but since it is chance that has conquered you more than I, I will take no advantage of it, save this—” and he struck him once or twice across the face with the whip'

There beneath her, within a few paces indeed, for the ground sloped steeply to the stream, men were passing. The first of these was white, and he carried a white woman in his arms; the rest were Kaffirs

Half seated, half lying upon a rough bedstead spread with blankets, was Suzanne. Her hair had come undone and hung about her, her feet were still loosely bound together, and as the Kaffir, Asika, had said, her face was like that of a dead woman

In five minutes they were in the centre of the torrent, and here it ran with a roar and mighty force so that its waves began to break over the schimmel’s head, and they feared that he would drown

That morning Suzanne, mounted upon the great schimmel, which by now had almost recovered from his weariness, although he was still somewhat stiff, passed up and down before Sigwe’s regiments that saluted her as chieftainess

For a while there was silence, which presently was broken by Jan roaring at me in a loud voice as though I were deaf. 'Vrouw, let ons trek,' and, to give weight to his words, he brought his great fist down with a bang upon the table

I looked, and just at my side I saw a great savage who had forced his way through the thorns and crawled beneath the waggon into the laager. The gun in my hand was empty, but by me lay an axe which I snatched up

On the top of the highest and most precipitous cliff of the mountain fortress of Umpondwana was a little knoll of rock curiously hollowed out to the shape of a chair, difficult to gain and dizzy to sit in

Slowly the black snake-like line pressed forward through the white foam

First Sihamba took a sharp knife, and with it cut off Suzanne’s beautiful hair close to the head, over which what was left of it curled naturally

With a swift and awful rush, like that of a swooping bird, the dead woman and the living man plunged headlong into space

One morning my great-grandmother finished dictating her history, the ending of which seemed to affect her much, for when it was done she told me sharply to put the typed sheets away and let her hear or see no more of them

I struck him with all my strength

She slipped from his back

Slowly the snake-like line pressed forward

'I promised you a flogging'