Under the urge of a chance adventure, and driven by pride and hunger, I found a task and dreamed a dream which held me all the days of my boyhood, and now occupies my every working hour, and will never be fulfilled even though I live the 80 and odd years that have been foretold for me.
The handsome, moody lad who had such a momentous dream was Kingsley Fairbridge, 12-year-old son of a British surveyor in Rhodesia. The year: 1897. For two days he had been...
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