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.
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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. 9 July 1898
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. 15 October 1898
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. 17 September 1898
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. 27 August 1898
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. 1 October 1898
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. 3 September 1898
'I promised you a flogging'. Swallow.
1st US Edition. 1899
'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. 6 August 1898
I struck him with all my strength. Swallow.
1st US Edition. 1899
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. 23 July 1898
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. 2 July 1898
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. 29 October 1898