Dagon Shwe Ya - Mone Tain May

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We white people often think we understand human nature and think we know everything. In fact, we have only understood and applied nature through our own eyes. But I, Alan Quatermain , who am a little naive and lacking in intelligence, have always believed that no one can truly understand human nature, as long as we have lived in a savage and harsh environment and have not studied it.

Because throughout my life, I have been a class of people who have remained in their natural state, made of ore that has not been smelted or molded by human hands. A person who is as civilized as a god and a savage who is as savage as a monkey are both just human beings, and they are naturally surrounded by the laws of love and hate.

We differ from them only in climate, customs, and religions. Therefore, I have always been interested in the savages who are unhindered by the natural cover of nature. Although I was born in England, I have tried to collect and record the remarkable experiences and incidents of those savages in their country, using every free moment as a valuable use of that time.

The records are of brutal battles, and if they are not destroyed within, the true stories of these fascinating peoples will one day reach the hands of those who understand the value of those records.

First , apart from the story of Nada, the white queen, I consider the most beautiful of the Zulus. She is not only beautiful, but also the most cunning, the most cunning, and the most evil, the most ambitious. She is also, according to the Zulus, endowed with a charming quality. Her name is ' Mamina ' and she is the daughter of Mbezi.

Another name is 'Daughter of the Storm' , which the barbarians call her, and it is said that she was born amidst a storm.

Whenever I think of Mammen , the daughter of the storm, I am reminded of the image of Helen of Troy, written by the great Greek poet Homer, which I have read.

The only difference is that Helen has pale skin and Marmina has coppery skin. What they both have in common is their unfaithfulness and the death of hundreds of young men and women.

I first met Mamina in 1857, and our friendship lasted until the terrible battle of Tugela, in which Ambalasi , the brother of Sitiowayo, the son of Panda, and with whom Mamina had had a close relationship, was killed. At that time I was still a young man, having buried my second wife.

"After leaving my little boy in the care of kind friends in Durban, I set out for the Zulu country, where I had been accustomed to trade and hunt in my youth. In fact, the art of trade was so repugnant to me that I never cared much for the business of buying and selling. But hunting was a hobby that I was very fond of. By hobby I mean not a man who liked to hunt and kill animals for no reason.

In the remote wilderness, where only the sun and stars are my companions, hunting brings me new changes, relieves my boredom, and gives me the thrill of experiencing life-threatening adventures.

It must have been in 1854 that I set out on a hunting expedition to the rugged , mountainous regions between the Gaid and Salek-Ambola rivers, with the permission of the "Panda" whom the "Bowa" had appointed as king of the Zulu nation, after the successful defeat of his brother Dingaan.

The region was very malarial, so I deliberately entered it in the winter. There were no roads in that area, and the thickets were so thick that it was not suitable for bringing carts. I thought that horses would not survive among wild animals like elephants, so I set out on foot. The chief companions of the vi were the chiefs of the kapyathwe,

Some of my men exchanged the ivory tusks I had obtained with the Zulu chief, the Sikolli ( usually called "the chief"), and the Zulu chief, the Ko , and the Thong.

The house on the hill, about 30 miles away , was left by the elder M.Z.

"Mr. Zi" was a good hunter among their people, about 60 years old. He was also a very clever and cunning man. I promised him a gun, saying that he would take some hunters and hunt with me.

The gun he was going to give him was an old one, and it had a habit of going off suddenly when it was only half-cocked, and Ambezi told me that he was quite happy to own a white man's weapon, because he would be feared and respected by his people.

As he spoke, he grabbed the loaded gun, and I, already aware of the situation, moved it back. Then, a bullet flew out of the gun, and the impact was so great that I could feel it.

He fell backwards, and the bullet grazed the tip of one of his wives' ears. The woman screamed and ran away, leaving the child with the ear cut off on the ground.

MZ stands up...

"What's wrong? The devil in the gun wants to cut off his tongue instead of his shame. This old cow is everywhere. I want to peek like another one. Luckily, it's not Mamina, but it's good..."

"Who is Mamina, Mbezi..."

"My daughter, Markuman."

This is not the daughter of a mother. Mamina was born on a stormy night and her mother died shortly after giving birth to her... If you want to know about Mamina , you can ask ' Saduko ' over there.

I looked at the person behind him that M.Z. pointed out.

When I first saw Sadu Ko, I noticed something different about him than other ethnic groups. His chest was covered in spear wounds and scars, indicating that he had been a warrior.

It is assumed that he was a son, but from time to time the king allowed the Zulus to dress up.

He was a tall, handsome young man, not yet a "wax-covered" man.

What attracted my attention was his face, and although it was a face devoid of any Negro blood, he actually looked like a dark-skinned Arab. Only his large eyes showed unhappy shadows.

"Good morning Saduko, please tell me who Mamina is."

'Her father has already told her about her being his daughter, hasn't he, Inkuzi?'

Then the happy Mbezi said... - Of course... But his father said that Adu was his love.

"He is. Or he hasn't said that he wants to be her boyfriend yet."

After saying that, he pointed his finger.

"Are you crazy, Sadu Kore, to think that this girl is for you? Give me exactly one hundred cows, not one less, and I will consider it. If you don't have even ten, and Mamina is my eldest daughter, then only a rich man will pay for her."

Sadu lowered his face...

“He loves me, M.Vefi, this is more important than a cow…”

'For you, yes or no, Sadu Ko... Milk, but I am a poor man, so I need cows. You are a handsome man, do you believe that Mamina loves you? Whatever her eyes say, Mamina loves no one but herself. In the end, she will not follow her eyes, but her heart. Milk, but bring me only 100 cows, we will see..."

"I will only take your word for it when I have a hundred animals, Mamina's father..."

'Well...you have less than 100 cows and Mamina has about 6 children..., Benal, why don't you go somewhere far away...'

Sadu Ko with bright eyes...

"Yes... I'm going to a faraway place, and then the children will be careful about who they call their father."

Emzi said in a deep voice...

``Hey, boy, be careful what you say, you're not following in your father's footsteps - are you?''

Saduko walked away as if he hadn't heard. Then I said to Mbezi...

Who is he...'

A boy of high lineage, if his father wasn't a strategist, he would have been a chieftain. "Ding Gan" got wind of him, and the chieftain and his wives

He killed all his children... He was saved by his brother Tashiza and the dwarf medicine man "Di Klee", who hid him. Come, Ko Hla Phyu, please cure my old cow.

So I went there, hoping to hear more about the old cow lady, who had interested me, even though I was not interested in her. Inside a tent, a wounded woman lay on the floor, bleeding profusely from her wound, moaning and saying that she was going to die, surrounded by a large crowd of women and children.

After clearing the people inside the tent, I had my disciple Sili wash the old woman's wound, and then I took the medicine bag back.

When he arrived, he had already trimmed the old woman's ear with nail clippers and scissors. Then I

He gave her medicine in a soothing manner. When Amphet went outside | I ....

"Mother, I can't be sad anymore, the wound is healed... Besides, where is Mamina...

I don't know where, this girl brought me bad luck. She fought with me yesterday. I scratched her ear a little and she cursed that my ear would soon be hot as fire, she's a witch.. Oh.. she's already hot as she talks...

It seems to be a caustic medicine.

You white man are playing tricks on me, my head is on fire..."

He ran after me with a nearby clay pot.

"I'll just take that for treatment, so go... follow Mamina like everyone else, supporting her on all fours..."

I asked.

At that moment, I had already stepped out of the door of the beehive-like hut. Outside, I met Mzi and asked him about Mamina. Mamina was in a hut about 5 hours away.

"That's the first I've heard of Mamin," replied Mbebi.

In that container, I tied the cloth to the cart.

While I was smoking a cigarette and thinking about the incident of meeting the old cow with the ears of a jackal, a frog wearing a blanket entered the tent. It was dark, so I...

"Who is..." ' I am Sadu Ko, Makumazan..."

"Yes," he replied. As a gesture of hospitality, I handed him a small bottle.

After following the nose, Saduko came to me, full of tears, to ask for my help, and said that he could not give 100 cattle for his daughter, the Mzi-pai Agi, but that if he had only a gun, he could get it from a tribe that was at war with the Zulus. I then said that a gun was worth 12 cattle and that I could not give it for free.

No, Makumazan, if you give me a gun and you and your men accompany me, I will give you half the herd of cattle...

"This is making me a thief, and the panda will punish me for causing unrest in the country."

Then Sadukko repeated his story, saying that the cows were indeed his, that the chief of the Amawari people was his father, and that his father, Matiwari, was a Kwai, and that "Banku" was a hillbilly, and that he had told the chief of the Amawari people, "Dingan".

A small group of children came to my father's house in a state of honor, and then secretly planned to kill him at night. At that moment, my mother grabbed my hand and ran away, but my father...

"If you break the wall and run away, woman, please give birth to Sadu so that he will live for me and be left to take revenge."

He kissed my forehead. My father was left alone, fighting off a large number of enemies without a weapon in his hand. Then Banku came up behind him quietly and cut his back with one blow, causing him to fall. Then Banku came after us, smelling our scent, and stabbed my mother with a spear.

At this point, I frantically pulled out the spear that was stuck in my mother's body, ran towards the enemies, and when I was the first to throw it under the spear of a tall man, the man fell with his whole body weight on the spearhead I had, and the spearhead went into his whole body. This time, other people were also killing a young man like this.

They were surprised because they had never seen it before. While they were watching, suddenly, Bangkok arrived.

"Aung Mae, is the lion's prey a child or am I? If it weren't for milk, there's no way he could have killed a skilled warrior."

"He said, and ordered two soldiers to hold my arms on either side. This little boy, after slowly torturing me, stabbed me in the chest with the tip of his spear.

Look at the scar on this chest, Makumazar... At this moment, from the burning tents, I saw a large, dark shadow suddenly fall between me and Banku. When I looked, it was the sorcerer Zikli, whom I had seen once or twice.

It's a good look, Bang Ku. Blood, blood, fire, fire, witches dying, it's not good to see this guy

"Why don't you do that?" I asked. So Ban Bu replied, " You are a great warrior. I will kill you." At this point, Dee Kali said,

But... I know

"Into what?"

"I wonder how you will feel about the world you will be going to before the moon rises tomorrow. Just this once, come back to me and tell me."

"If I let this boy go, what will happen to me..."

At this moment, Zikli touched the blood from the wound on my chest with his hand and kissed it, even licking it with his tongue.

Next

. That's how it will be, one day he will become a big man who can kill many people including you. If you don't let him go, his spirit will kill you tomorrow... That

The question is, do you want to live for a long time? Or do you want to die right now? That's it..."

"When Zikli said this, Banku turned around and left, leaving my mother's body behind.

At that moment, Zikli said, "Come on, little man, let's go."

He took my hand and led me away. From that moment on, he took care of me and taught me the secrets of medicine. But I was not interested. When he looked at the future for me, he saw two paths: one

I will have to stay until I am old because I am a medical student.

But I don't give a damn, the other way is the women who have seen the blood and the spear teeth on my neck.

I see you clinging to me, but this path is short, this year I have to choose the path I like.

"So which path did you choose?"

"'Because of my youthful vitality, I chose the path of the spear no matter what..." "A foolish choice, Saduko..."

Then he said, "If you choose the path you have chosen, you can start following it, and often return to me to discuss the benefits." I have already told you what is in my heart. Moreover, the panda has not taken any action, and has even promised to take possession of the cattle, so you will go with me and take this share of the cattle, won't you, Makuman,,,

"'Well... then, you can start on the path you've chosen, and come back to me often to tell me how you're doing,'" he said.

"I can't tell you yet. If your story is true, I won't hesitate to help you kill Banku. But first I have to investigate this matter a lot. In the meantime, I have a hunting trip with the Ambassador tomorrow. I also like you. So, with two mouths and a gun as a hunting bag, will you accompany me..."

Raising my hand as if to salute me...

"Inkusi, you are very generous, you honor me, but first I must consult my foster father, Zikli."

Oh... so I still haven't escaped from his clutches..."