The Ivory Trail
Produced by Jake Jaqua
By Talbot Mundy
Author of King—of the Khyber Rifles The Winds of the World Hira Singh etc.
Green, ah greener than emeralds are, tree-tops beckon the dhows to land, White, oh whiter than diamonds are, blue waves burst on the amber sand, And nothing is fairer than Zanzibar from the Isles o' the West to the Marquesand.
I was old when the world was wild with youth (All love was lawless then!) Since 'Venture's birth from ends of earth I ha' called the sons of men, And their women have wept the ages out In travail sore to know What lure of opiate art can leach Along bare seas from reef to beach Until from port and river reach The fever'd captains go.
Red, oh redder than red lips are, my flowers nod in the blazing noon, Blue, oh bluer than maidens' eyes, are the breasts o' my waves in the young monsoon, And there are cloves to smell, and musk, and lemon trees, and cinnamon.
————- The words Njo hapa in the Kiswahili tongue are the equivalent of come hither! ————-
Estimates of ease and affluence vary with the point of view. While his older brother lived, Monty had continued in his element, a cavalry officer, his combined income and pay ample for all that the Bombay side of India might require of an English gentleman. They say that a finer polo player, a steadier shot on foot at a tiger, or a bolder squadron leader never lived.
But to Monty's infinite disgust his brother died childless. It is divulging no secret that the income that passed with the title varied between five and seven thousand pounds a year, according as coal was high, and tenants prosperous or not—a mere miserable pittance, of course, for the Earl of Montdidier and Kirkudbrightshire; so that all his ventures, and therefore ours, had one avowed end—shekels enough to lift the mortgages from his estates.
Five generations of soldiers had blazed the Montdidier fame on battle-grounds, to a nation's (and why not the whole earth's) benefit, without replenishing the family funds, and Monty (himself a confirmed and convinced bachelor) was minded when his own time should come to pass the title along to the next in line together with sufficient funds to support its dignity.
Talbot Mundy
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THE IVORY TRAIL
Chapter One
THE NJO HAPA* SONG
CHAPTER TWO
THE NJO HAPA SONG
CHAPTER THREE
THE NJO HAPA SONG
CHAPTER FOUR
THE NJO HAPA SONG
CHAPTER FIVE
THE SLAVE GANGS
CHAPTER SIX
THE SONG OF THE GREAT GAME RESERVE
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
"SPEAK YE, AND SO DO"
CHAPTER TEN
IN HOC SIGNO VADE
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE SONG OF THE DARK-LORDS
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THE SONG OF THE ELEPHANTS
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE END