It was hot. Away on the skyline the jagged peaks of Kahlamba rose in a
shimmer of haze. In front and below, the same shimmer was upon the
great sweep of green and gold bush. The far winding of the Tugela shone
here and there through the billowy undulations of the same, and above, a
gleam of silver where Umzinyati's waters babbled on to join it. So,
too, over the far expanse of warrior Zululand--peaceful enough now to
outward aspect in all conscience--the slumbrous yet far from enervating
heat of mid-afternoon still brooded.
Yes, it was hot, decidedly hot, and I remarked thereupon to Tyingoza,
who agreed with me of course. Every well-bred native agrees with you--
that is to say pretty well every native--and Tyingoza was a well-bred
native, being of Umtetwa breed--the royal clan what time Tshaka the
Usurper, Tshaka the Great, Tshaka the Genius, Tshaka the Terrible, shook
up the dry bones and made the nation of Zulu to live. Incidentally
Tyingoza was the chief of a very large native location situated right on
the border--and in this connection I have often wondered how it is that
with the fear of that awful and bloodthirsty tyrant Cetywayo (see the
Blue Books) before their eyes, such a congested native population could
have been found to plant itself, of its own free will, right bang within
assegai throw of his "manslaying machine" (see again the Blue Books),
that is to say, with only the division afforded by an easily fordable
river between it and them. Tyingoza's father had migrated from Zululand
what time the Dutch and Mpande fought Dingane, and Dingane fought both;
for, like a wise man, he held that he could not _konza_ to three kings,
and now Tyingoza would have returned to his fatherland, with which all
his sympathies--sentimental--lay, but for the material fact that he--and
incidentally, his followers--were exceedingly comfortable where they
were.
"M-m!" hummed Tyingoza. "In truth it is hot here, but--not over there,
Iqalaqala."
There was a quizzical twinkle in Tyingoza's eyes, as he pointed down
into the valley beneath--and I understood him. The above, by the way,
was my native name, meaning one who is wide awake at a deal; bestowed
presumably because when I had bought out the former owner of the trading
store at Isipanga the guileless native had discovered rather a more
difficult subject to get round than that worthy dealer; who was all too
frequently in his cups, and easy to "best" while in that halcyonic
condition. I did not resent the use of the sobriquet on this or any
other occasion: in the first place because it was not an unflattering
one; in the next because I liked Tyingoza, who was a gentleman every
inch of him, and--shrug not in horror, oh ye noble white brethren--in my
heart of hearts I could not but recognise that this aristocratic scion
of a splendid race was, taking him all round, every whit as good a man,
albeit dusky, as a certain happy-go-lucky inconsequent and knockabout
trader in the Zulu.
I understood his meaning. "Over there"--_la pa_--referred to the abode
of my nearest neighbour, a retired British officer, who had lived to no
better experience than to imagine himself expressly cut out for a second
and farming career, entered on late in life--and, I suspected, on little
beyond a commuted pension, here on the Natal border. He owned a
comfortable homestead, and a grown-up family, including a brace of
exceedingly good-looking daughters. Here then was a bright and
wholesome British home circle to which I, a lonely, knockabout sort of
semi-barbarian, had found a welcome; and indeed, while not outwearing
this, I believe I did not underrate it; for the bush path between my
trading store and Major Sewin's farm had become far more worn and easier
to be found by the unskilled stranger since its former occupant, a
bankrupt and stertorous Dutchman, had been obliged to evacuate it in
favour of its present owner.
Now, as Tyingoza spoke, I looked longingly down into the valley on the
other side. Away, where it wound beneath a towering cone, I could make
out a film of smoke, and was wondering whether it was too soon after my
last visit to send my horse down along the ten miles of rugged bush path
between it and where we sat--in something over the hour. I could get
back at midnight, or soon after, and time was no object to me in those
days. I had spent enough of it among savages to have acquired something
of their indifference to it. It mattered nothing what time I slept or
woke. If I felt sleepy I slept, if I felt hungry I ate--if I felt
neither I did neither--and that about summed up my rule of life, as, in
those days, it did that of many another circumstanced like myself. But
of making a point of turning in or turning out at a given time--no. I
had long parted with anything of the kind; indeed the fact that there
was such a thing as a watch or a clock on the place was the merest
accident.
Tyingoza produced his snuff-box--his Zulu conservatism had restrained
him from learning to smoke--and handed it to me. Then he helped
himself.
"They will not be here long," he said presently.
"No? Why not?" I answered, knowing to whom he referred.
"Their feet are planted on strange ground. They have built a house
where it cannot stand. _Au_! They are even as children these
Amangisi."
I did not resent the mild suggestion--"Amangisi" meaning English--
because I knew that the speaker did not include myself, practically a
son of the land, using the word as applicable to the newly imported
emigrant.
"They do not understand the people," he went on, "nor do they try to.
They treat the people as though they were soldiers under them. Now,
Iqalaqala, will that do?"
I agreed that it would not; in fact I had more than once ventured to
hint as much to Major Sewin--but that veteran, though a dear old man,
was likewise a stiff-necked one, and had not taken my well-meant advice
in good part.
"A nigger, sir," he had answered with heat, "is created to work. If he
won't work he must be made to--and, damme, sir, I'm the man to make
him."
I had ventured to remind him that there were about four hundred thousand
of the said "niggers" in the colony of Natal, and that we stood in a
precious deal more need of them than they did of us. But, as the last
thing in the world I wished was to quarrel with him, I fear I did so
half-heartedly.
"So," now continued Tyingoza, "they will have to herd their own sheep
and milk their own cows themselves, for none will do it for them. Will
they not soon become tired of this, and go elsewhere?"
This I thought more than likely, but I did not wish it. The chief's
words had pretty well summed up the situation. The Natal native,
especially there on the Zulu border, is a difficult animal to lead and
nearly impossible to drive, and the hot-headed old soldier was of the
sort which prefers driving.
"All you say is true," I answered. "Yet--We are friends, Tyingoza,
wherefore for my sake, use your influence with your people not to join
in driving out these. I do not want them to leave. See, I am lonely
here, and if I had no neighbours I might leave too."
"_Au_! it is difficult," was the answer. "They are like children.
Still for your sake, I will do what I can."
We were interrupted by the appearance of two young men. Their bronze
figures, straight and tall, moved with easy, supple grace as they
advanced to where we were seated, and, having saluted the chief with
infinite respect, they squatted down at a becoming distance; for they
would not interrupt our conversation. However I wanted to get rid of
them, so allowing sufficient time for the requirements of etiquette, I
asked them what they had come for.
They answered that they were in need of a few articles such as I kept in
the store, and so I took them within. I reached down from the shelves
the things they required, a matter of trifles whose aggregate value
hardly amounted to a shilling, and I thought as I moved thus, clad in an
old shirt, and ditto pair of trousers, among green blankets and pots and
kettles, and sheepskins and goatskins, with strings of beads and brass
buttons festooned from the beams, and the shelves loaded with roll Boer
tobacco and sugar pockets and coffee canisters and butcher knives, and
all sorts of minor "notions" in demand for native trade--I wondered, I
say, what sort of figure I should cut in the eyes of Major Sewin's
highbred looking daughters should they happen suddenly to ride up and
thus discover me; then I wondered why the deuce I should have thought
about it at all.
The boys were soon satisfied, and I gave them a bit of tobacco apiece by
way of clenching the deal, for it is bad policy to earn a name for
stinginess among natives. But instead of going away they squatted
themselves down outside. I did not immediately follow them.
"What was I saying, Iqalaqala?" began Tyingoza, as soon as I did. "The
Ingisi down there is clearly anxious to herd his own sheep himself.
These children he has sent away, saying they were of no use. But, you
may hear from themselves. Speak."
Thus ordered, the two, squatting there, told their tale over again, and
it did not take long in telling. They had been employed to herd sheep,
and that morning the Major's "son"--as they described him--had ridden up
to them in the veldt, and had become very angry about something; what it
was they had no notion for they could not understand one word he said,
which seemed to anger him still more, for he had cuffed one of them over
the head and kicked him. One thing he was able to make them understand
and this was that they should clear off the place. They had done so,
but neither of them were pleased, as was natural; indeed there was that
in the face of the cuffed and kicked one, which savoured of
vindictiveness, and was a clear indication that sooner or later, and in
some shape or form, the ill-advised settler would have to pay somewhat
dearly for that act of violence.
I smoothed matters down as far as I was able: pointing out, I hoped with
some tact, that they were young, and a little roughness now and then
must be expected to come their way--it was not as if they had attained
the dignity of head-ringed men--and so forth. They appeared to accept
it, but I'm afraid they did not.
"What is thy name?" I said to the aggrieved youth.
"Atyisayo."
"Ha! Atyisayo! Meaning hot. Hot water," I rejoined. "Well you have
got into hot water, as the proverb runs among us whites--as we all do
sooner or later especially when we are young. But we get out of it
again, and so have you, and you must think no more about it," I
concluded.
"M-m! But he has not paid us anything. The Ingisi has sent us away
without our hire."
"He will give it you. He is hot tempered but not a cheat. You will
have it. I myself will see to that. _Hambani gahle_."
"Iqalaqala is our father," they murmured, rising to leave. "_Amakosi_!
_Hlalani gahle_!"
I watched their receding forms, and shook my head. Then I looked at
Tyingoza.
"It is a pity," I said. "Yes, a great pity. These people down there
are good people--yes, even of the best of the land. It is only that
they lack understanding, yet even that will come--with experience. I
will go and talk again with them--yes--this very evening. Come with me,
Tyingoza. Your words as a chief will carry much weight, and these
people will treat you with consideration."
He answered something about having to go home and see about some new
cattle that were being sent in to him. Then with a waggish expression
of countenance he said:
"_Au_! Iqalaqala. When are you going to build a new hut?"
The joke was obvious. I did not live in the trading store but in a
large, well-built native hut adjoining; as being cooler, and free from
the mingled odours of the varying commodities in which I dealt. When a
native sends _lobola_ for a new wife he has a new and additional hut
built for her accommodation. Tyingoza was chaffing me.
I called out an order to my native boy, whose quarters were at the back
of the store. Presently he came trotting up, bearing a steaming kettle,
and cups, and sugar. Tyingoza's face lit up at the sight. He had a
weakness for strong black coffee, abundantly sweetened, and when he came
to see me always got it, and plenty of it. So for another half-hour he
sat imbibing the stuff, completely happy. Then he got up to go.
I bade him farewell, reminding him again of our conversation and his
influence with his people; the while, he smiled quizzically, and I knew
that his mind was still running upon his joke as to the new hut. Then I
went into the old one, and carefully, and for me, somewhat elaborately,
changed my attire, what time my boy was saddling up my best horse. I
went to no pains in locking up, for was not Tyingoza my friend, and his
people dusky savages, who wore no trousers--only _mutyas_; in short the
very people to whom we are most anxious to send missionaries.