I began to wonder [wrote Haggard] whether we had another five minutes to live. It was then that the ready resource of one of my sergeants, a fine young fellow called Glyn, saved the situation. One of the Boers paused in a furious harangue to light his pipe, and having done so threw the lighted match on the floor. Glyn, who was standing amongst them, stepped forward, picked up the match, blew it out, and exclaimed in tones of heartfelt gratitude and relief, 'Dank Gott!' (Thank God).Another example of quick thinking can be found here.
The Boers stared at him, then asked, 'For what do you thank God, Englishman?'
'I thank God,' answered Glyn, who could talk Dutch perfectly, 'Because we are not now all in small pieces. Do you not known, Heeren, that the British Government has stored two tons of dynamite under that floor? Is this a place to smoke pipes and throw down matches? Do you desire that all your wives should become widows, as would have happed if the fire from that match had fallen through the boards on to the dynamite underneath? Oh! thank the Lord God. Thank the Lord God!'
Now the Boers of that day had a great terror of dynamite, of the properties of which they were quite ignorant.
'Allemegte!' said one of them. 'Allemagte!' echoed the others.
Then they rose in a body, fearing lest we had some devilish scheme to blow them up. In a few minutes not one of them was to be seen.
Reference: cited by Peter Berresford Ellis in H. Rider Haggard. A voice from the infinite (1978)
Great story. BTW: I'm familiar with the adventure stories of H. Rider Haggard, but had no idea he was mixed up in the South African troubles. I always find it shocking to learn that an author I've read was active in a war (anything from Edgar Rice Burroughs to Saki). There's just such a huge disconnect in modern thinking between the life of the mind (being an intellectual, writing stories), vs joining the army and taking orders to shoot people. Yet doing both seems to be the rule, rather than the exception.
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