It was about eleven o'clock of a winter's morning in 1897 when Noquala
stood before his hut and watched his cattle being driven in for milking.
A noble, dun-coloured bull, in whose lowing the amatory and the defiant
were about equally mingled, led the herd through the narrow gateway of
the kraal, in which ample enclosure he stood, pawing the dusty manure
over his shoulders and flanks. From a smaller enclosure a few yards
away to the right came a chorus of agonised appeals for milk from the
waiting calves. The herd of cattle numbered rather more than a hundred,
and it could be seen by the most unprofessional eye that in quality its
members were far superior to the usual run of cattle that one sees at
the ordinary native kraal. The majority were dun-coloured.
Noquala was a jovial-looking Hlubi of about fifty years of age, stoutly
built, and with a shrewd, lively eye. His hair and beard were markedly
tinged with grey. His only clothing was a red blanket loosely drooped
around his middle, leaving his trunk and his strong shoulders bare. On
his right arm, above the elbow, he wore a thick ring of ivory; otherwise
he wore no ornament whatever.
Makalipa, Noquala's wife, was sitting in the sun at the side of the hut,
lazily engaged in making a mat out of rushes. She addressed her husband
by name once or twice, but he, being absorbed in the contemplation of
his herd of cattle, which was the thing he most loved in the world--his
children not excepted--took no notice whatever of her.
"You, you--I wonder you do not sleep in the kraal; I wonder you do not
eat grass," she said, in an audible soliloquy. "If I loved cattle like
you do I would tie a pair of horns on my head and go on all fours. You
are more of a bull than a man, and ought to be married to a cow."
The cattle were all in by this time, and the youngest of the calves, a
glossy-black little beast, was conducted to the kraal by a naked lad,
about ten years of age. The little animal strained at the leash like a
hound, and plunged forward with its tail twisting violently, roaring
lustily the while. Others followed, and then the milking began.
Noquala turned to his wife--
"What were you saying, old money-buryer?"
Makalipa was a large, spare, angular woman, whose years were probably
ten less in number than those of her husband. She was dressed in a
clean white skirt and a very short bodice. As the garments did not
meet, a zone of black skin was strongly visible between the respective
upper and nether edges. Over her head was folded, in the characteristic
native fashion, a coiffure of red Turkey twill. She paused in her
occupation of mat-making, letting her hands rest upon her knees, and
regarded her husband with a half-angry expression.
"Have you forgotten that your son, your eldest son, Elijah, will arrive
this evening, and that you promised to kill a goat so that he might have
a bit of meat to eat after his long walk?"
"If you did not love your mats more than I love my cattle you would know
that the best goat of my flock is now hanging in the store-hut."
"Hau! You killed it secretly, so that I might not get the skin to sell
at the shop, eh?"
"Did you want the money to bury, or the meat for your son--your _eldest_
son?"
Noquala walked away without giving his wife time to reply. She at once
arose from her work and strode over to the store-hut, whence she emerged
soon afterwards, carrying a quantity of meat, which she began to prepare
for cooking.
Noquala, although a heathen, was not a polygamist--a fact, for a man of
his wealth, deserving of note. Makalipa was a Christian. When he
married her, twenty-two years previously, Noquala promised never to take
another wife. To every one's (including, probably, Makalipa's)
surprise, he never even suggested breaking his promise.
Noquala was certainly the richest man in his district. The herd of
cattle which he kept at his own kraal only represented about half of his
wealth. Far and wide his stock was distributed--let out to be farmed on
shares, under the custom called "ngqoma," in terms of which cattle are
assigned by the owner to some one who looks after them, milks them, and
receives as reward a small share of the increase. Sometimes stock let
out under this system is handed down from generation to generation.
Even at the present day lawsuits are instituted for the recovery of
cattle, the progenitors of which were assigned in the days of Tshaka.
Native law recognises no prescription.
Some there were who smiled meaningly when the persistent faithfulness of
Noquala to Makalipa was spoken of, and it was hinted that the rigours of
his monogamy were somewhat mitigated by certain relationships which he
had contracted at kraals where the whole wealth was held under his
"ngqoma." Be this as it may, Makalipa seemed quite contented with her
lot. She was her husband's only "wife," and that was enough for her.
Noquala was really a very liberal man, and was deservedly popular, so it
was not by grasping and overreaching his fellows that he became wealthy.
His success could only be attributed to sheer good fortune. His kraal
was situated in a warm, fertile nook of one of the foot-ranges to the
Drakensberg, and cattle throve there passing well. He inherited a fair
amount of stock from his father, and this herd became a fountain of the
only kind of wealth which the native values. His principle for many
years had been to weed out the inferior animals, and substitute for them
any superior cattle obtainable. If a young man paying "lobola" [The
cattle given in payment for a wife] had a very good cow, he knew that by
taking it to Noquala's kraal he could exchange it for two oxen of fair
quality. As "lobola" cattle are estimated by number and not by
individual value, the gain to the young man is, of course, obvious.
Goats and sheep he also had, but these he did not much regard. In fact,
if it had not been for his wife he would not have had any small stock at
all, except a few goats for slaughtering.
Makalipa was intensely frugal, if not miserly, by nature--and was well
known to have a considerable store of money put by. She kept her wealth
wrapped up in rags, and buried in various places. She had thus been
amassing money by little and little for over twenty years. She claimed
as her perquisite the proceeds of every skin of the respective beasts
that were slaughtered or that died; and she earned a great deal by
making and selling mats. The first and only time she ever drew any of
her savings was when she put her son Elijah to school at Blythswood. It
was her dream that Elijah should be a minister, and his own ambitions
seconded hers. He was now a man of twenty-one, and had made good
progress with his studies. At the point where this story opens he was
expected back for his holidays. The school had broken up two days
previously, and he was due to arrive within a few hours.
Noquala did not oppose actively his son's becoming educated. He would
have preferred him to have followed the calling of a peasant, such as he
himself was. The second son, an astute youth named Zingelagahle, was
more after his father's heart. He did not care about book-learning, and
was quite content to look after the cattle, knowing that the largest
share of them would eventually fall to him.
The educated young native is almost invariably a prig, and cannot help
showing his uncivilised relations that he feels himself to be far
superior to them. As a rule this superiority is assumed by both
parties; thus not much friction results.
Elijah, to do him bare justice, was perfectly sincere in his faith and
in what he believed to be his vocation for the ministry. He thus felt
himself to be far superior to all the others at his paternal kraal. His
mother, of course, was a Christian--nominally, at least, but for years
past she had taken little interest in anything but her son's education
and her money-making. She did not even belong to any church. Once,
when it was decided by the local Christians to erect a chapel, Noquala
had been applied to for a subscription, and he had referred the
applicant to his wife, stating that she had money whereas he had none.
This was a literal fact. One of his peculiarities was never to own any
money. Whenever taxes had to be paid or purchases had to be made,
Noquala would sell to the nearest trader just sufficient sheep for the
purpose, and immediately make a point of spending the last penny thus
realised.
When Makalipa was applied to she had just paid her son's half-yearly
fees at the seminary, and she flatly refused to contribute a sixpence
towards the new building. This caused remonstrance, which was followed
by recrimination. The matter ended by Makalipa withdrawing from
connection with local religious enterprise. Representatives of the
rival churches made advances towards this erring sheep with the heavy
fleece, but without any result. Religion meant spending money, and so
long, at all events, as she was paying her son's fees at the seminary
she felt she was doing enough and to spare for the Kingdom of Heaven.