The first step taken by Alexander was to send for the Hottentots, and,
after again reproving them for their former behaviour, he asked who were
ready to volunteer to proceed with him, as he had decided that he would
leave the waggons with Major Henderson, and proceed on horseback the
short distance of his journey which remained to be accomplished.
Several of the Hottentots immediately came forward; the heads of the
mutiny held back, and thus proved to Alexander that the men who had come
forward were persuaded into it by the others, and regretted what they
had done. He therefore immediately accepted their services, and their
muskets were returned to them. Alexander then stated his intentions to
the Caffre head man, who selected the thirty warriors which were
required, and in the course of three hours everything was ready for
their departure.
It was arranged that in case of danger arising to either party, they
should, if possible, fall back to the newly-established Mission of
Morley, on the sea-coast; but otherwise, the waggons would remain where
they were till Alexander's return. Having packed up all they required
in small packages, to be carried by the Caffres, they bade farewell to
the Major, and set off, having no baggage but what we have mentioned:
for Alexander would not be encumbered with a load of heavy articles
which must prevent rapid progress, or rapid retreat if necessary.
In two hours they arrived by difficult passes at the banks of the Umtata
River, which they crossed, and soon afterwards falling in with a Caffre
kraal, they were informed that Daaka, the chief whom they sought, did
not reside more then twenty miles distant; and they easily procured a
guide to show them the way.
The reports of the advance of the Amaquibi army were here fully
confirmed, and the natives were preparing to leave the kraal with all
their cattle. It appeared, however, that at present the army was
stationary; the warriors carousing and enjoying themselves after the
victory which they had gained over the Caffres. As these had been
assisted by white men and their guns, the spirits of the Amaquibi were
raised to an extraordinary degree, and they were intending to carry
their arms to the southward, as soon as Quetoo, their chief, had
somewhat recovered from his wounds received in the late action. Indeed,
it was the wounded state of their chief which was the principal cause of
the army not having immediately proceeded to the southward.
Having obtained this information, the travellers resumed their journey
along the banks of the Umtata, over a country of surpassing beauty, the
deep river being full of hippopotami, which were lying on the banks or
snorting in the stream. They could not wait to kill one during the
daytime, but promised the men that they would allow them to make the
attempt in the evening, after their day's march was over. Towards
sunset, they stopped on the banks of the river on a rising ground, and
the Hottentots and some Caffres were then directed to go down to the
river in chase of the hippopotami, as it was advisable to save their
provisions as much as possible.
Before night they had succeeded, and the carcass of the animal was
hauled on shore. As soon as the party had taken as much as they
required, the native Caffres carried off the remainder of the flesh. As
they were sitting down carousing by the fire which had been lighted, the
Caffre head warrior came up to the interpreter, and told Alexander and
Swinton not to say that they were Hinza's warriors if asked where they
came from. On being asked why, he told them that Hinza had married the
daughter of the chief of this country, and after a time had sent her
back again to her father, and that this had created ill-blood between
the tribes, although no war had taken place. Alexander and Swinton, who
perceived that the advice was judicious, told him that they would not,
and after partaking of the hippopotamus-flesh they all lay down to
repose under the far-spreading branches of a large tree.
The next morning they set off, and after an hour's journey the guide
told them that they were at the kraal of Daaka, the descendant of the
Europeans. The bellowing of the cattle and noise of the calves soon
directed them to the spot, and they entered a kraal consisting of
several very wretched huts. On inquiring for Daaka, a woman pointed out
a hut at a little distance, and, as they dismounted and walked up, he
came out to meet them. Swinton and Alexander shook hands with the
chief, and said that they were very glad to see him, and that they had
come far to pay him a visit. The chief ordered a hut to be swept out
for their accommodation, which they took possession of.
"You have no idea, Swinton," said Alexander, "how much I am excited
already by this interview."
"I can imagine it, my dear Wilmot," said Swinton; "it is but natural,
for he is your kinsman by all report, and certainly, although a Caffre
in his habits and manners, his countenance and features are strikingly
European."
"That I have observed myself, and it has fully convinced me of the truth
of the statement. I am most anxious to examine him--we must call the
interpreter."
The chief entered the hut soon afterwards, and took his seat; the
interpreter was sent for, and the conversation was begun by Daaka, who,
like most of the Caffre chiefs, with the hope of obtaining presents,
stated himself to be very poor, his cattle to be all dying, and his
children without milk. Our travellers allowed him to go on for some
time in this manner, and then sent for a present of beads and tobacco,
which they gave to him. They then commenced their inquiries, and the
first question they asked was, why he resided so near the sea.
"Because the sea is my mother," replied he "I came from the sea, and the
sea feeds me when I am hungry."
"In that reply he evidently refers to the wreck of the ship," observed
Swinton; "and I presume, from the fish-bones which we have seen about
the kraal, that these Caffres feed on fish, which the other tribes do
not, and therefore it is that he says his mother feeds him."
"Was your mother white?" inquired Alexander.
"Yes," replied Daaka, "her skin was white as yours; her hair was just
like yours, long and dark; but before she died it was quite white."
"What was your mother's name?"
"Kuma," replied the chief.
"Had you any brothers and sisters?"
"Yes, I had; I have one sister alive now."
"What is her name?" inquired Swinton.
"Bess," replied the chief.
"This is very confirmatory," said Alexander; "my aunt's name was
Elizabeth; she must have called her child after herself."
"Whom did your mother marry?"
"She first married my uncle, and had no children; and then she married
my father: both were chiefs, and I am a chief; she had five children by
my father."
A long conversation took place after this, the substance of which we may
as well communicate to the reader in few words. From the children of
Kuma, supposed to be Elizabeth, the aunt of Alexander, were produced a
numerous race of the European blood, who were celebrated in the
Caffre-land for their courage; they were continually engaged in war, as
their alliance was eagerly sought, and in consequence had nearly all
perished. Daaka himself was renowned for warlike exploits, but he was
now a very old man. In the evening the chief took his leave, and went
to his own hut.
As soon as they were alone, Alexander said to Swinton, "I have now so
far fulfilled my promise to my worthy relation that I have seen this
descendant of his child; but what am I to do? An old man like him is
not very likely to consent to go to England, and as for his sister Bess,
he states that she is equally infirm; the progeny of the rest of the
family are scattered about, and he himself knows nothing about them; to
collect them would be impossible, and if collected, equally impossible
to remove them, for they would not leave. My old relative fancies, in
his mind's eye, his daughter weeping over her captivity, and longing to
be restored to her country and her relations; still retaining European
feelings and sympathies, and miserable in her position; her children
brought up by her with the same ideas, and some day looking forward to
their emancipation from this savage state of existence: I think if he
were here, and saw old Daaka, he would soon divest himself of all these
romantic ideas."
"I think so too; but there is one thing which has struck me very
forcibly, Alexander, which is, if this Daaka is the son of your aunt how
comes it that he is so old? When was the _Grosvenor_ lost?"
"In the year 1752."
"And we are now in 1829. Your aunt you stated to have been ten or
twelve years old at the time of the wreck. Allowing her to marry at the
earliest age, Daaka could not well be more than forty-eight years old;
and surely he is more than that."
"He looks much older, certainly; but who can tell the age of a savage,
who has been living a life of constant privation, and who has been so
often wounded as his scars show that he has been? Wounds and hardship
will soon make a man look old."
"That is very true, but still he appears to be to be older than the
dates warrant."
"I think his stating that his sister was named Bess is full
corroboration."
"It is rather circumstantial evidence, Wilmot: now what do you propose
to do?"
"I hardly know; but I wish to be in Daaka's company some time longer,
that I may gain more intelligence; and I think of proposing to him that
we should go down to visit the remains of the wreck of his mother, as he
terms it. I should like to see a spot so celebrated for misfortune, and
behold the remains of the ill-fated vessel; I should like to have to
tell my good old uncle all I can, and he will wish that I should be able
to give him every information."
"Well, I think it is a good plan of yours, and we will propose it to him
to-morrow morning."
"And I should like to visit his sister Bess--indeed, I must do so. He
says she is much younger than he is."
"He did, and therefore I think his age does not correspond with our
dates, as I observed before," replied Swinton; "but, as you say, you
must see his sister."
Daaka had sent an old cow as a present to Alexander, which was a very
seasonable supply, as the hippopotamus-flesh had all been eaten. The
next morning they proposed that he should accompany them to where the
_Grosvenor_ had been wrecked.
Daaka did not at first appear to know what they wished, and inquired,
through the interpreter, whether they meant the ship that was wrecked on
the sea-coast, pointing to the eastward. On receiving an answer in the
affirmative, he agreed to set off with them that afternoon, saying that
it was about forty miles off, and that they would not get there until
the next day.
About noon they set off on their journey, and as they made but slow
progress over a rugged although most beautiful country, they stopped at
night at a kraal about half-way. Early the next morning they were led
by Daaka and some Caffres who accompanied him to the sea-shore, and when
they had arrived at the beach, it being then low water, Daaka pointed to
a reef, upon which were to be seen the guns, ballast, and a portion of
the keelson of a ship--all that remained of the unfortunate _Grosvenor_.
As the sea washed over the reef, now covering and now exposing these
mementoes of misery and suffering, Alexander and Swinton remained for
some time without speaking; at last Alexander said--
"Swinton, you have read the history of this unfortunate vessel, I know,
for you asked me for it to read. What a succession of scenes of horror
do these remains, which from their solid weigh only have defied the
power of the winds and waves, conjure up at this moment in my mind. I
think I now behold the brave vessel dashed upon the reefs--the scream of
despair from all on board--the heart-rending situation of the women and
children--their wonderful escape and landing on shore, only to be
subjected to greater suffering. See, Swinton, that must have been the
rock which they all gained, and upon which they remained shivering
through the night."
"It is, I have no doubt, from its position," said Swinton.
"Yes, it must have been; I think I see them all--men, women, and
helpless children--huddled together, half-clothed and suffering,
quitting that rock by this only path from it, and setting off upon their
mad and perilous journey: the scattering of the parties--their perils
and hunger--their conflicts with the natives--their sufferings from heat
and from thirst--their sinking down one by one into the welcome arms of
death, or torn to pieces by the wolves and hyenas as they lagged behind
the others. How much more fortunate those who never gained the shore."
"Yes, indeed," replied Swinton; "except the eight who reached the Cape,
and the five that Daaka asserts were saved, all the rest must have
perished in that dreadful manner."
Alexander remained for some time in painful thought; at last he turned
to Daaka and said, as he pointed to the remains of the wreck, "And this
then is your mother?"
Daaka looked at him and shook his head. "No, not my mother this,"
replied he; "my mother down there," replied he, pointing out in a
northerly direction.
"What does he mean, Swinton? he says this is not his mother."
"I will speak to him, Wilmot; you are too much agitated," replied
Swinton.
"Is not that the vessel which your mother was lost in?" said Swinton,
through the interpreter.
"No," replied Daaka; "my mother came on shore in a vessel up the little
river out there; I was a boy when this large ship was wrecked; and got
some iron from her to make assaguays."
"Merciful heaven! what joy I feel; I trust it is true what he says."
"I have no doubt of it, Wilmot; I told you he was too old a man,"
replied Swinton; "but let me question him further."
Our readers may imagine the impatience of Alexander while the questions
of Swinton were being answered, and by which it appears that Daaka's
mother was lost at the mouth of the Lauwanbaz, a small river some miles
to the eastward of the Zemsooboo. An old Caffre, who had come down with
Daaka, now gave a particular account of the wreck of the _Grosvenor_,
corroborating all Daaka's assertions.
"Were there none of the _Grosvenor's_ people left in the country?"
inquired Swinton.
"None," replied the old man; "they all went to the southward."
"Did you hear what became of them?"
"Some lay down and died, some fought the natives and were killed; the
wolves ate the rest; not one left alive; they all perished."
"Were none of the women and children saved and kept as slaves?"
"No, not one; they had no meat, no milk, and they all died."
After some other inquiries, the old man, who at first did not reply
willingly, stated that he had, with other Caffres, followed the last
party; had seen them all dead, and had taken off their clothes, and that
as they died they were buried by those who still survived.
"A better fate, cruel as it was, than living as they must have lived,"
said Swinton.
"Yes, truly," replied Alexander; "you don't know, Swinton, what a load
has been removed from my mind, and how light-hearted I feel,
notwithstanding this recital of their sufferings. My poor uncle! God
grant that he may live till my return with this distinct intelligence,
with the assurance that he has no grandchildren living the life of a
heathen, and knowing no God. What a relief will it prove to him; how
soothing will it be to his last days! How grateful am I to God, that I
have had so happy an issue to my mission! Now, Swinton, we will return
as soon as you please; as soon as we arrive at Daaka's kraal, I will
take down in writing the statement of these people, and then we will
hasten back to the Major."
"And I dare say," said Swinton, as he remounted his horse, "that you
will make old Daaka a more handsome present, for proving himself no
relation to you, than if he had satisfactorily established himself as
your own first cousin."
"You may be sure that my gratitude towards him is much greater than ever
could have been my kindred feelings from relationship. I am so
light-hearted, Swinton, and so grateful to God, that I almost wish to
dismount in my anxiety to return my thanks; but I do so in my heart of
hearts, at all events."
On the following day they arrived at Daaka's kraal, and then Alexander
took down very carefully in writing the statements made by Daaka and the
other Caffres. They all agreed on the one point, which was, that the
European descendants now living in the country were wrecked in another
vessel many years before the loss of the _Grosvenor_, and that not one
of the _Grosvenor's_ people--men, women, or children--had survived,
except the few who arrived at the Cape.
Having obtained these satisfactory documents, they made a handsome
present to Daaka and the other Caffres, and immediately set out upon
their return to the waggons. As they journeyed back to the westward,
they found the Caffres quitting their huts, and driving away the cattle,
that they might not fall into the power of the army of Quetoo, which it
was said was now in motion, and scattering the tribes before them. As
our travellers were not at all anxious to have any communication with
these savage invaders, in two days they crossed the Umtata, and towards
the evening were within sight of the waggons. A shout from the
Hottentots and Caffres gave notice of their approach. The shout was
returned, and in a few minutes they were shaking hands with the Major,
who was delighted to see them.
"I did not expect you back so soon," replied the Major; "and I perceive
that you are unaccompanied, I presume that your Caffre relations would
not quit their kraals."
"You shall know all about it, Major, very soon; it will be enough at
present to let you know that we have nothing but good news."
"That I rejoice to hear; but it was well you came back as you did, for I
have been making every preparation, and had you not returned in a few
days, I should have retreated; the invaders are close at hand."
"We know it, and, if they are told that there are waggons here well
loaded, they will come on quickly, with the hopes of plunder, so we must
delay no longer," replied Alexander; "to-morrow we will yoke and set
off. We can determine upon our route as we are travelling, but the
first point's to retreat from this quarter."
"Exactly; the oxen are in prime order and can make a long day's march,
and we know our country for some days, at all events; but enter my
fortress, dismount, and let us go into the tent which I have pitched.
You shall then tell me your adventures, while Mahomed fries a delicate
piece of elephant's flesh for you."
"Have you killed an elephant?"
"Yes, but not without much difficulty and some danger, I assure you; I
wanted your help sadly, for these Hottentots are too much alarmed to
take good aim, and I had only my own rifle to trust to; but I have done
very well considering, and I shall prove to our commander-in-chief that
I have supplied the garrison without putting him to any expense during
his absence. We have been feeding upon green monkeys for three days,
and very good eating they are, if you do not happen upon a very old
one."
When they entered the inclosure made by the Major, they were surprised
at the state of defence in which he had put it. His hedge of thorns
upon rocks piled up was impregnable, and the waggons were in the centre,
drawn up in a square; the entrance would only admit one person at a
time, and was protected by bars at night.
"Why, Major, you might have held out against the whole force of the
Amaquibi in this position."
"Yes, provided I had provisions and water," replied the Major; "but I
fear they would soon have starved me out; however, it was as well to be
prepared against any sudden night-attack, and therefore I fortified my
camp: now come in, and welcome back again."
The news which they had to impart to the Major was soon given, and he
was highly delighted at the intelligence:--"And now," said he, "what do
you mean to do, Wilmot?--go back again, of course, but by what route?"
"Why, Major, you and Swinton have been so kind in coming with me thus
far, and I have been so successful in my expedition, that I shall now
leave you to decide as you please. I have effected all that I wished,
my business is over, and I am ready to meet you in any way you choose;
anything you decide upon I shall agree to willingly and join in
heartily, so now speak your wishes."
"Well, I will speak mine very frankly," replied the Major. "We have had
some sport in this country, it is true, but not so much as I could have
wished; for game is rather scarce, with the exception of elephants and
sea-cows. Now I should like to cross the mountains, and get into the
Bechuana and Bushman country, where game is as plentiful as I believe
water is scarce; we can return that way, if you please, almost as well
as we can through the Caffre country--what say you, Swinton?"
"Well, I am of your opinion. As Wilmot says, business is over, and we
have nothing to do but to amuse ourselves; I am very anxious to pass
through the country, as I shall add greatly to my collections, I have no
doubt; but it must not be expected that we shall fare as well as we have
done in this; it will be the dry season, and we may be in want of water
occasionally."
"I am equally desirous of going through that country, where I hope to
shoot a giraffe,--that is my great ambition," replied Wilmot; "therefore
we may consider that we are all agreed, and the affair is settled; but
the question is, how shall we proceed back? We must return to Hinza's
territory and send back the Caffres. Shall we return to Butterworth?"
"I think that must depend upon circumstances, and we can talk it over as
we go along: the first point to ascertain is, the best passage over the
mountains; and it appears to me that we shall be diverging much too far
to the eastward if we return to Butterworth; but the Caffres will soon
give us the necessary information."
"I wonder if the quarrel between Hinza and Yoosani has been made up,"
said Alexander; "for we must pass through the Tambookie tribe if we
cross the mountains, and if there is war between them we may meet with
difficulty."
"We shall hear as soon as we have crossed the Bashee river," replied
Swinton; "and then we must decide accordingly. All that can be settled
now is, that to-morrow we start on our return, and that we will cross
the mountains, if we possibly can."
"Yes, that is decided," replied Alexander.
"Well, then, as soon as you have finished your elephant-steak, Wilmot,
we will get out a bottle of wine, drink the first half of it to
congratulate you upon the success of your mission, and the other half
shall be poured out in bumpers to a happy return."