The Ethiopian A Narrative Of the Society of Human Leaopards

ENGLAND, during all the long years of her existence, has ever struggled in the interests of civilisation. We maintain this in the teeth of all her calumniators. Erred and strayed in her chivalric quest, sometimes, she may have, but if the Transvaal fight, the Ashanti rebellion, the Omdurman triumph, and the Chinese imbroglio do not tend towards breaking down cruelty and iniquity in the dark places of the earth, we throw up our thesis to the first schoolboy. Sorry should we be to see The Ethiopian read and regarded as a novel. It is far from that. These pages are not the empty vapourings of an hysterical person, but the carefully recorded observations of a Traveller, Anthropologist, Humanitarian in the highest sense, and a Thinker. Everything is based upon fact. Unfortunately, to interest the people one is forced to throw into form of romance that which, for our forefathers, would have been embodied in an Essay or Pamphlet. The groundwork of The Ethiopian can be easily proved both from Official Records and the testimony of accredited witnesses: moreover, some of the acts outlined in the book took place under the very eyes of the Author.