Excerpt from the book...ALLAN GIVES A SHOOTING LESSONNow I, Allan Quatermain, come to the story of what was, perhaps, one ofthe strangest of all the adventures which have befallen me in the courseof a life that so far can scarcely be called tame or humdrum.Amongst many other things it tells of the war against the Black Kendahpeople and the dead of Jana, their elephant god. Often since then Ihave wondered if this creature was or was not anything more than a meregigantic beast of the forest. It seems improbable, even impossible, butthe reader of future days may judge of this matter for himself.Also he can form his opinion as to the religion of the White Kendah andtheir pretensions to a certain degree of magical skill. Of this magicI will make only one remark: If it existed at all, it was by no meansinfallible. To take a single instance, Harut and Marut were convincedby divination that I, and I only, could kill Jana, which was why theyinvited me to Kendahland. Yet in the end it was Hans who killed him.Jana nearly killed me!