The Last White Man
THE MAN SHIVERED in the coolness of the early morning. He shifted his body to relieve the pressure on his elbows.
Cautiously he peered up over the great boulder in front of him, and down the mountain side. Fire twinkled there and the man cursed. An obscene song floated up to him and his curses deepened. The song was in a rich, guttural voice.
The man was a wonder, physically. Over six feet in height, his chest and shoulders were those of a giant. Weighing far over two hundred pounds, he yet gave the impression of sinuous speed. His face was sullen, savage, almost primitive, small black eyes glittering through tangled strands of sandy hair. In one hand he clutched a rifle. A curved scimitar of surprising proportions lay beside him.
He was a splendid example of a wonderful race. A race which reached physical perfection, sank to the depths of degeneracy and then regained the heights just before their fall. He was the last. He was thinking as he lay there, watching the camps of his enemies.
What heights his race had reached before luxuries, idleness and pleasures had sapped their might; had made of them a race of degenerate weaklings. He cursed beneath his breath.
There had been an age when his race had ruled the world. Their cities dotted the fertile plains. Their ships had furrowed the seas, bringing back the wealth of every land. Their armies had gone forth conquering and subjugating.
None could stand before them in the more peaceful sports. Their athletes defeated all others with ease. They were all giants, physically and mentally.
Then the decadence set in. It had been first noticeable in the sports and athletics. Fewer and fewer of the race had gained fame in the great games. More and more men of other races seized the prizes.
The ruling race forgot the art of war, forgot all except the search for newer pleasures, and in so doing, they descended to the depths of degeneracy.
Always some new strong race sprang up then, the man reflected, thinking of the hazy legends of the ancients, of great empires known as Greece, Rome, Nineveh, Sumeria.
And a new, strong race had risen. A race whose people had been enslaved for ages.
They were a mighty, a prolific race. First they overran their own continent. Rebellions swept Africa. The negroes pushed the Arab races to the north and the Arabs and Europeans slew each other, until from Cape Town to Tangiers, and from Kimberly to Suez only black men ruled.
The whites should have seen that they could not stand before them. The black race doubles itself in forty years, the brown in sixty, the white in eighty. And the white race was exhausted by dissipation; birth rate almost ceased. Moreover, the race was decimated by fierce wars, wherein white man fought white man.
The whites had taught sanitation to the negroes, and had stopped massacres and tribal wars. The growth of the black race was uninterrupted.
In the almost incessant wars between the white nations, black men were pressed into service, taught the arts of war and then sent to their native lands — to teach others how the white man fought.
They were a strong, young race. Their day was yet to come. All they lacked was a leader. And a leader had risen, a mixed-breed Arab, whose ambition was without measure, whose genius was Satanic.
He welded them into one great mass, gave them white man’s weapons, furnished by Americans and Europeans who would have as quickly and readily sold their own sisters’ souls if the price were high enough.
He led them to the slaughter. At first the white race held its own.
But not for long. The blacks were physical giants, mighty fighting organisms, whose highest wish was slaughter and plunder.
That century long warfare! The man thrilled with a savage pride as he reviewed the wonderful battle the whites gave, overwhelmed as they were with odds of a hundred to one.
Asia had stood firm — but Asia did not stand. Whirlwinds of revolt swept from Kamchatka to Stamboul.
Japan called upon the East to strike for liberty and loot and put herself at their head. Like a pack of tigers the East rose and Japan herself, unable to stem the tide she had loosed, was the first to go down.
The Orientals allied themselves with the negroes to slaughter the hated whites. Only the Sikhs and Gurkas in India and the Shans in Burma stood firm.
Spain, Portugal, Italy, the Balkans were overwhelmed with one rush. The black hordes, spread out, until the tip of that vast army reached from Gibraltar to Siam.
They swept over Europe like a wave. In America a savage struggle was going on, for her black Inhabitants, who numbered nearly half of her entire population, had risen.
Then over the ocean came the invaders from Africa. In less than ten years, the fight had changed from a war between two great nations, to a hunting down…
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