Bones Being Further Adventure E-Book

Edgar Wallace

• Herausgeber: Edgar Wallace
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace (1875-1932) was a prolific British crime writer, journalist and playwright. His stories show all the attitudes of their time - colonial and condescending. However, the stories are well constructed and the light they throw on imperialist attitudes is very interesting. A beach read. This story is funny, silly. Bones has the knack of getting into trouble - and exasperating his chief, captain Hamilton! These are witty, humourous adventures of the innocent Lieutenant Tibbets, "Bones" as he is known to his colleagues,in British West Africa as lieutenant of the Houssas.Set in colonial times, these are stories that bring up a vivid imagery of the child-like natives and their imperialist bosses: co-existing in an uncomfortable state of uneasy peace...

Leseprobe

"BONES"

beingFurther Adventures inMr. Commissioner Sanders' Country

BY

EDGAR WALLACE

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CHAPTER I. Prologue Sanders—C.M.G.

CHAPTER I. I Hamilton of the Houssas

CHAPTER II. The Disciplinarians

CHAPTER III. The Lost N'Bosini

CHAPTER IV. The Fetish Stick

CHAPTER V.A Frontier and a Code

CHAPTER VI. The Soul of the Native Woman

CHAPTER VII. The Stranger who Walked by Night

CHAPTER VIII. A Right of Way

CHAPTER IX. The Green Crocodile

CHAPTER X. Henry Hamilton Bones

CHAPTER XI. Bones at M'Fa

CHAPTER XII. The Man Who Did Not Sleep

"BONES"

PROLOGUE

SANDERS—C.M.G.

I

You will never know from the perusal of the Blue Book the true inwardness of the happenings in the Ochori country in the spring of the year of Wish. Nor all the facts associated with the disappearance of the Rt. Hon. Joseph Blowter, Secretary of State for the Colonies.

We know (though this is not in the Blue Books) that Bosambo called together all his petty chiefs and his headmen, from one end of the country to the other, and assembled them squatting expectantly at the foot of the little hillock, where sat Bosambo in his robes of office (unauthorized but no less magnificent), their upturned faces charged with pride and confidence, eloquent of the hold this sometime Liberian convict had upon the wayward and fearful folk of the Ochori.

Now no man may call a palaver of all small chiefs unless he notifies the government of his intention, for the government is jealous of self-appointed parliaments, for when men meet together in public conference, however innocent may be its first cause, talk invariably drifts to war, just as when they assemble and talk in private it drifts womanward.

And since a million and odd square miles of territory may only be governed by a handful of ragged soldiers so long as there is no concerted action against authority, extemporized and spontaneous palavers are severely discouraged.

But Bosambo was too cheery and optimistic a man to doubt that his action would incur the censorship of his lord, and, moreover, he was so filled with his own high plans and so warm and generous at heart at the thought of the benefits he might be conferring upon his patron that the illegality of the meeting did not occur to him, or if it occurred was dismissed as too preposterous for consideration.

And so there had come by the forest paths, by canoe, from fishing villages, from far-off agricultural lands near by the great mountains, from timber cuttings in the lower forest, higher chiefs and little chiefs, headmen and lesser headmen, till they made a respectable crowd, too vast for the comfort of the Ochori elders who must needs provide them with food and lodgings.

"Noble chiefs of the Ochori," began Bosambo, and Notiki nudged his neighbour with a sharp elbow, for Notiki was an old man of forty-three, and thin.

"Our lord desires us to give him something," he said.