Swallow - The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1492

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The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1492

London: The Graphic Office, 2 July 1898.

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Swallow

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In Swallow, A Tale of the Great Trek, Englishman Ralph Kenzie must rescue his bride Suzanne from her kidnapper, the villain Swart Piet. Set during the north and eastward migration of Dutch and German settlers in South Africa known as the Great Trek of 1836, Swallow is the most sympathetic depiction of the Boers in Haggard's canon. The Graphic serialized Swallow from 2 July to 19 October 1898, and William Hatherell illustrated this printing. Longmans, Green, and Co., London, published the first UK edition on 1 March 1899, which included 8 full-page illustrations by Maurice Greiffenhagen. The Longmans, New York, first US edition of Swallow published in 1899, featured 4 illustrations by Hatherell in addition to the 8 by Greiffenhagen.

Further Reading

Whatmore, D. E. H Rider Haggard: A Bibliography. Westport, CT: Meckler Publishing Co., 1987. F22, 35-36. Print.

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The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1492

London: The Graphic Office, 2 July 1898.

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The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1493

London: The Graphic Office, 9 July 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 23 July 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 30 July 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 6 August 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 20 August 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 27 August 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 3 September 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 10 September 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 17 September 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 1 October 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 8 October 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 15 October 1898.

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London: The Graphic Office, 22 October 1898.

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The Graphic, vol. 58, no. 1509

London: The Graphic Office, 29 October 1898.

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London: Longmans, Green and Co., 1899.

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New York: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1899.

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New York: P. F. Collier & Son, None.

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Illustration by Maurice Greiffenhagen from Swallow

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Maurice Greiffenhagen

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William Hatherell

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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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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'

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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'

'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'

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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'

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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

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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

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

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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

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

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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

In this eagles' eyrie of a seat suzanne sat... watching ever.

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In this eagles' eyrie of a seat suzanne sat... watching ever.

He drew the sharp edge of the spear across the lashing.

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He drew the sharp edge of the spear across the lashing.

'Spare me and I shall bring you good luck.'

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'Spare me and I shall bring you good luck.'

'The dog lives yet,' raved Swart Piet.

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'The dog lives yet,' raved Swart Piet.

There...stood the child Suzanne... and leaning on her shoulder... a boy.

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There...stood the child Suzanne... and leaning on her shoulder... a boy.

Black clutching hands caught feet and bridle rein.

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Black clutching hands caught feet and bridle rein.

'Nothing. Nothing shall be yours.'

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'Nothing. Nothing shall be yours.'

'Sign,' he said... 'the light dies.'

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'Sign,' he said... 'the light dies.'

In this eagles' eyrie... Suzanne sat... watching ever

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In this eagles' eyrie... Suzanne sat... watching ever

I struck him with all my strength

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I struck him with all my strength

He drew the sharp edge of the spear across the lashing

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He drew the sharp edge of the spear across the lashing

'Nothing, Nothing shall be yours.'

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'Nothing, Nothing shall be yours.'

'Spare me, and I shall bring you good luck'

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'Spare me, and I shall bring you good luck'

'The dog lives yet,' raved Swart Piet

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'The dog lives yet,' raved Swart Piet

Slowly the snake-like line pressed forward

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Slowly the snake-like line pressed forward

She slipped from his back

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She slipped from his back

'I promised you a flogging'

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'I promised you a flogging'

Black clutching hands caught feet and bridle rein

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Black clutching hands caught feet and bridle rein

There... stood the child Suzanne, and leaning on her shoulder... a boy

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There... stood the child Suzanne, and leaning on her shoulder... a boy

'Sign,' he said... 'the light dies'

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'Sign,' he said... 'the light dies'

'Sign,' he said. 'The light dies'

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'Sign,' he said. 'The light dies'