ive； indeed I remember his telling me that I was one of the very few people to whom he had imparted any information concerning his many adventures。
When he was in England Charles Longman was very anxious that he should write his Life； but although he offered him a handsome sum on account and； to my knowledge； Burnham at the time was not too well supplied with money； in spite of my entreaties and offers of assistance； this； to my lasting regret； he absolutely refused to do。 Therefore； if he still lives； as I believe to be the case — although somewhat to my surprise I have heard nothing from him for the last three or four years — when he dies the record of all his extraordinary adventures； of which he has experienced more in fact than Allan Quatermain himself in fiction； will； I fear； perish with him。 Of those adventures； of course； I can only repeat a few specimens from memory； as he has told them to me walking about the land or sitting together over the fire in this house。
His first recollection is of being carried away by his mother when the savage Indians attacked the place where they lived； somewhere on the Mexican border。 He was then about three years old； and at last his mother； unable to bear him any farther； hid him in a shock of maize； telling him that he must keep quite silent。 From between the stalks of the maize presently he saw the pursuing Indians pass。 Next day his mother returned and rescued him。
Later on； as a married man； he found his way with some members of his family to Rhodesia； attracted by the magic name of Cecil Rhodes； and took part in the settlement of that colony。 Prospecting and the management of mines were their occupations。 Here his little girl was born； the first white child that saw the light in Buluwayo。 He named her