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192 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1911
[Tom] "I'll get Eradicate to help me. Rad! I say, Rad! Where are you?"Offensive to anyone not currently in the KKK. Context: "That was the way they were portrayed back then." Context #2 - "back then" was 55 years after the United States defeated the subhumans who wanted to continue to own people. This book was written two years before Woodrow Wilson undid what little civil rights progress had been made and allowed his cabinet to segregate government offices. And it shows the superiority conveyed to the target audience. The blacks of Africa are primitive and then there are something called "red pygmies." And that "Massa Tom". Cringe.
"Heah I is, Massa Tom! Heah I is!" called a colored man as he came around the corner of the small stable where he kept his mule Booomerang. "Was yo'-all callin' me?"
"Yes Rad, I want you to help make a scarecrow."
"A scarecrow, Massa Tom! Good land a' massy! What fo' yo' want ob a scarecrow? Yo'-all ain;'t raisin' no corn, am yo'?"
"No, but I want something to shoot at when Ned Newton comes over to-night."
"Suffin t' shoot at? Why Massa Tom! Good land a' massy! Yo'-all ain';t gwine t' hab no duel, am yo'?"
"Look! Elephants! They;'re swimming, and the natives are shooting them! Now's our chance, Tom!"Context: "big game" "hunters" think shooting into a herd of elephants with high powered rifles is "sporting". And we'll forgive the unscientific use of the incorrect plural suffix - cultural relativity and all, we need to be mindful that these were primitive writers.
Mr. Anderson and Mr. Durban, after a quick glance, drew back laughing.
"Those are hippopotami!" exclaimed the old elephant man. "Good hunting, if you don't care what you shoot, but not much sport in it."
"That's just what I want. Elephant shooting in Africa! My! With my new electric rifle, and an airship, what couldn't a fellow do over in the dark continent! I've a good notion to go there! I wonder if Ned would go with me? Mr. Damon certainly would. Elephant shooting in Africa! In an airship! I could finish my new sky craft in short order if I wanted to. I've a good notion to do it!"
"Well, there's no special hurry, is there?" asked Mr. Swift. "The elephants in Africa are likely to stay there for some time. If you want to go, why don't you get right to work on the Black Hawk and make the trip? I'd like to go myself." "I wish you would, Dad," exclaimed Tom eagerly. "No, son, I couldn't think of it. I want to stay here and get well. Then I am going to resume work on my wireless motor. Perhaps I'll have it finished when you come back from Africa with an airship load of elephants' tusks."
"I've got an order for a pair of big elephant tusks—the largest I can get for a wealthy New York man,— and I'm anxious to fulfil the contract. The game isn't what it once was. There's more competition and the elephants are scarcer. So I've got to hustle."
"In fact you can fire through a house, and kill something on the other side." "Tom can fire at their TOES and put them out of business," declared Ned, who was eagerly advancing. "How about it, Tom?" "Well, I guess the electric rifle will come up to expectations. Say, Mr. Durban, they seem to be heading this way!" excitedly cried Tom, as the herd of big beasts suddenly turned and changed their course. "Yes, they are," admitted the old elephant hunter calmly. "But that won't matter. Take it easy. Kill all you can." "But we don't want to put too many out of business," said Tom, who was not needlessly cruel, even in hunting. "I know that," answered Mr. Durban. "But this is a case of necessity. I've got to get ivory, and we have to kill quite a few elephants to accomplish this. ... So all together now, we'll give them a volley. This is a good place! There they are. All line up now. Get ready!" "Give them some more! This is some of the best ivory I've seen yet!" "The sooner we get enough ivory the quicker we can go to the rescue of the missionaries."
....he turned and fired his two revolvers as fast as he could pull the triggers, into the very faces of the red imps who were seeking to drag him down. Again and again he fired, until he had emptied both cylinders of his weapons. He felt the grasps of the fiendish little men relax one by one.