P.S.—­The tusks of the great bull that killed poor Khiva have now
  been put up in the hall here, over the pair of buffalo horns you
  gave me, and look magnificent; and the axe with which I chopped
  off Twala’s head is fixed above my writing-table.  I wish that we
  could have managed to bring away the coats of chain armour.  Don’t
  lose poor Foulata’s basket in which you brought away the diamonds. 
H.C.

To-day is Tuesday.  There is a steamer going on Friday, and I really think that I must take Curtis at his word, and sail by her for England, if it is only to see you, Harry, my boy, and to look after the printing of this history, which is a task that I do not like to trust to anybody else.

ALLAN QUATERMAIN.