HOPES
For the first couple of years Steve’s earnings all went into the
pockets of his stepfather. But during the third year Steve simply
refused to give up more than three-quarters of his salary, for his
father supplied him only with the barest necessities in clothing, and
he considered he was entitled to a small portion of his earnings to buy
such things as he wished for, such as books, etc.
The first thing Steve did, when he found himself absolute owner of a
portion of his earnings, was to subscribe to the local library, even
though he sadly wanted a new suit and a new pair of boots. But to be
able to select his own books to read from such a stock of books as the
library contained, he would have sacrificed almost anything.
He first of all inquired for all books dealing with his beloved South
Africa; and if he could find any dealing with the Transvaal or Orange
Free State, he was doubly happy. The Transvaal and the Free State were
to him as two shining stars in an otherwise dark sky; they were the two
states in which _his_ people were _free_. Ah! how he used to long to go
to the Transvaal and live where he could feel free, and say, ‘Here I
am a man, for here I can look everybody in the eyes and feel I am his
equal, and not subject to a foreign race,’ His plan was firmly made up
to go to the Transvaal as soon as ever he could manage to do so. The
time did arrive at last when he could go.