I inscribe this book of adventure to my son
ARTHUR JOHN RIDER HAGGARD
in the hope that in days to come he, and many other boys whom I shall neverknow, may, in the acts and thoughts of Allan Quatermain and his companions, asherein recorded, find something to help him and them to reach to what, with SirHenry Curtis, I hold to be the highest rank whereto we can attain—thestate and dignity of English gentlemen.
December 23
“I have just buried my boy, my poor handsome boy of whom I was so proud,and my heart is broken. It is very hard having only one son to lose him thus,but God’s will be done. Who am I that I should complain? The great wheelof Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, somelate—it does not matter when, in the end, it crushes us all. We