"Well, Mr Rivers," began Farmer Baylen, "I don't know why I shouldn't
gratify your fancy. It is certain that I and mine have been a long time
in the colony, and know pretty well all that has happened in it during
this century. And what has happened there during this century is pretty
nearly all the history it has. Between the time when my mother's
ancestors first settled at the Cape, and the time when the English
captured it, it can hardly be said to have had any history at all."
"It was a period of a hundred and fifty years, though, wasn't it?"
suggested George.
"Yes, but one day was just like another day, and one year like another
year, and one generation like another generation all that time. The
Dutch occupied the land, and made the natives work for them; and when
more land was wanted, they took more land, and enslaved more natives.
So they went on, spreading farther into the country, until the English
came.
"My father--I believe his name was Andrew Bailey--was a ship's carpenter
on board one of the line-of-battle ships in Sir Home Popham's fleet.
There was very little resistance offered to the English. It was
generally believed that when the European wars came to an end the colony
would be restored to Holland, as it had been before. Consequently the
Dutch regarded the English as visitors, rather than masters.
"A good many men got their discharge after the fighting was over, and
among them my father. He liked the country, and found plenty of
employment, and higher wages than he could get at home. He was a
skilled workman, particularly clever at house-building. An English
settler wanted a house built at Stellenbosch, and my father undertook
the job. He lodged, while employed in the work, in the house of a Dutch
farmer named Van Schuylen, and there he soon became very intimate. The
farmer was a kind and hospitable old man, as the old Hollanders for the
most part were."
"Kind to the whites, that is," interpolated Redgy.
"Ay, Mr Margetts, I understand what you mean, and I am afraid there is
too much truth in it. There is a prejudice against `black blood,'
which, with all the years that I've lived in this land, I cannot
understand. `Black blood!' the very words to me seem to be a denial of
what the Bible says, that `God has made of _one_ blood all the nations
of the earth.' Yes, you are right about Farmer Van Schuylen. He'd make
no more of putting a native to do the most unwholesome work, that might
kill him outright, than he would of pitching a stone into a pond. And
if they were fractious or lazy, he'd stand by and see them flogged with
the jamboks--the rhinoceros whips, that is--till their backs were cut to
ribbons. But my father was a free man and an Englishman, and Van
Schuylen had none but friendly words for him.
"Well, as I've said, my father became intimate with his family, and by
and by fell in love with Rose, the only daughter, and she with him. The
old man did not object, but Cornelius Van Schuylen, her brother, did not
like the match. He was an out-and-out Hollander. He thought the
English had no business in the colony. They were interlopers, he said,
and jeered at our ways. He and my father had had some high words, I
fancy, about the natives, very soon after they came to Stellenbosch.
But Rose, though she was very fond of her brother, took my father's
part. He was a handsome and well-made man of five-and-twenty, and she
would have had him, I believe, even if her father had objected.
Fortunately Cornelius lived ten or twelve miles away. I say
fortunately, for there certainly would have been a hot quarrel between
him and his brother-in-law, if he had had any share in the business. My
father became a great favourite with the old man, and in a few years
nearly the whole management of the farm was left to his son-in-law, who
persisted in showing favour to the blacks. He wouldn't overwork them,
and wouldn't allow them to be flogged. What was worse, he allowed them
to attend the church services, and to have their children baptised."
"That was no offence, I suppose, sir," said Redgy.
"On the contrary, it was one of the greatest he could commit," said
Baylen. "By the Dutch law, all baptised Christians were free.
Therefore baptising a native was the same thing as setting him free, and
the presence of free blacks in the colony was what they could not
endure. There had been differences with the English authorities on this
subject; but little had come of them, because the English were only
holding the colony for a time. Two or three years after my father's
marriage, however, there came the downfall of Napoleon, and a general
peace. To the surprise and indignation of the Dutch, the colony was not
restored to Holland, but given permanently over to the English."
"Well," said George, "I must say they had some right to complain of
that. I heard what Moritz said about it, and I couldn't help agreeing
with him."
"I think the English would have acted more wisely if they had retained
simply a naval station, with a fort or two to guard it," said the
farmer. "Well, when it was seen that the occupation of the English was
to be permanent, and that the English discouraged slavery, and allowed
the baptism of the natives, there was great discontent, which
occasionally broke out into rebellion. Cornelius was among those who
were hottest against the English. It was with the greatest difficulty
he was kept from joining the rebels. But his father sent for him, and
threatened him with his curse if he did, and the Dutch mind what their
fathers say, more than any people I know. In 1834, however, when the
English Government made a proclamation absolutely forbidding slavery, he
could bear it no longer."
"1834," repeated George. "That was the year, was not it, when they put
down slavery in the West Indies?"
"Yes, and it lowered the value of the property there as well as here. I
don't say the English Government oughtn't to have done it. Slavery is
wrong, beginning, middle, and end, in my eyes. But it might have been
done gradually, instead of all at once. Any way, the Dutch wouldn't
have it, and they resolved to leave the country rather than submit.
Great numbers emigrated: some northwards, into what is now the Orange
Free State, and the Transvaal, but more into Natal. Cornelius was one
of those who removed to Natal, and my father went there too. He didn't
want to go, but my mother had been always so attached to Cornelius, that
he saw it would break her heart if they were parted. So, like a good
husband, he went too."
"Wasn't it rather rash, sir?" suggested George. "Why, to say nothing of
the loss of money, Natal must be a good seven hundred miles from
Stellenbosch, and it was at that time quite a new country."
"It is more than eight hundred, I believe, for the matter of that, and
there were very few whites in it; but the state of things wasn't so bad
as you suppose. In the first place, my father took his time in selling
his land. As he wasn't a Dutchman, people knew that he wasn't one of
those who were mad to go, and would take anything that was offered for
it. He got a very good price for it. Then, again, he knew a great deal
about Natal. Lieutenant Farewell, who had obtained a large grant of
land from King Chaka, came to Stellenbosch, and made large offers to the
farmers there. My father closed with him, and got a large farm, and
very good land, where my son is now living, for very little money."
"Who was Lieutenant Farewell?" asked Margetts.
"I believe he was an English officer, who had been sent to survey the
country, and had a fancy for founding a colony at Natal. He had been
murdered by the natives before we went there; but my father had got all
his information from him the previous year. Then, again, his move to
Natal was well managed. His farm lay on the south side of Stellenbosch,
only a short distance from Simon's Bay. A large vessel was lent him by
one of his friends, which took him and his family, his waggons, his
household furniture, and such of his stock as he wished to take with
him, to Natal, at a small cost, and in a few days."
"Your father knew what he was about, Mr Baylen."
"I think he did, sir. I remember well our arrival at Hakkluyt's Kloof.
We lived in the waggons till he and his men had run up the house and
farm buildings. We soon found we had made a very good bargain."
"That was in King Chaka's time, wasn't it, father?" asked Walter Baylen.
"No, Walter. It was Chaka who granted the land, or rather, leave to
settle on the land, to Lieutenant Farewell. But he had been dead a year
or two, and his brother Dingaan was king when we arrived there."
"I have heard a good deal about Chaka," observed Margetts, "and I should
like to hear more. I suppose you know all about him, Mr Baylen?"
"More than I can tell you to-night, sir," answered the farmer with a
smile. "You shall hear all about it another time if you like it. But
it's getting late. We must go to sleep now, as we shall be stirring
early to-morrow."
At daybreak the journey was resumed. The ground was still soft from the
heavy rain in some places, but a few hours' hot sun dried it. The air
was fresh and balmy. It was with a sense of exhilaration that George
and Redgy mounted their horses, and scented the fresh morning air.
Nothing could be more delicious than their journey in the early hours of
the day. Aromatic shrubs, graceful sugar bushes, delicate heaths,
wild-flowers of every imaginable colour, such as in England would be
accounted the rare beauties of the conservatory, grew in profusion on
either side of the track they followed. The air was rich with a
thousand fragrant scents. In the middle distance, Kaffir hovels or
white-gabled farmhouses occasionally presented themselves, each
surrounded by orange or palm groves; and the white-peaked mountains, set
in their frame of the richest blue, formed a perfect background to the
lovely picture.
Notwithstanding the heat, several casualties occurred, in consequence of
the recent rains. Sometimes they descended into dongas, where the sun's
rays had not penetrated, and there the wheels would sink several inches
into the ground, and it needed all the strength of the party to
extricate them. Levers had to be applied on both sides, and the unlucky
oxen were lashed with rhinoceros whips, until they presented a pitiable
spectacle. On one occasion, as they were passing along a gully between
two steep rocky banks, they came upon another ox-waggon journeying in
the opposite direction. There was not room to pass by two or three
feet. At first it seemed as if there was no mode of overcoming the
difficulty, except by taking one waggon to pieces. But at this juncture
they were met by a man, who came up riding a stout Cape horse, and who
seemed to be well known to the farmer and his sons.
"Ah, Hardy," exclaimed Baylen, "you have come just in time to help us!
We've neglected to keep a bright look-out, and have got into this mess."
The newcomer dismounted, and, joining the rest of the party, made a
careful examination of the banks on both sides of the pathway.
Presently Hardy's voice was heard.
"Here you are!" he cried. "Here, Baylen, Matamo, here's a soft place in
the bank which we can dig out, and it will be deep enough to hold the
waggon. Bring the picks and spades here."
All the party, more than a dozen in number, went to work with a will,
and presently a hollow place of three or four feet deep was dug out,
into which Baylen's waggon was drawn, just sufficient room being
obtained in this manner to allow the other waggon to go by. This
_contretemps_ caused a delay of several hours, and instead of
outspanning on the bank of the Mooi river, as they had intended, they
were obliged to stop some miles short of it.
It was not a bad place, though, for a halt. The oxen were outspanned,
and turned out to graze on the veldt, care being taken to prevent their
straying. The fires were lighted and supper for nine got ready, Hardy
having agreed to join the party.
As they sat down, George took a good view of the newcomer. He was a
strong, weather-beaten fellow, not much short of fifty, but still in the
full vigour of life, with a face expressing sense and resolution. He
had a good deal of the soldier in his appearance and demeanour; and
George learned from Ernest Baylen that he had served in India, and under
Lord Napier and Sir Garnet Wolseley. He had settled in South Africa as
a land-surveyor and architect, though he combined some farming with it.
He was a friend and frequent visitor of the Baylens, who were evidently
pleased at his arrival. As soon as the supper was finished, and the
pipes lighted, Margetts asked the farmer to give him the promised
account of King Chaka.
"I want to learn all I can about him," he said; "I have heard some
strange stories of him."
"I don't know what the stories may have been, Mr Margetts," rejoined
Baylen, "but certainly enough might be told about him to startle any
one. He was the first person who brought the Zulus into notice. I
don't know whose son he was, or who was king before him; nobody does
seem to know. But it was about the year 1820 that he first began to
attract attention. The Zulus had been an insignificant tribe before
that. But soon after the beginning of his reign, he set about forming a
large army, which he developed and disciplined in a manner that had been
quite unknown to African chiefs before his time. There is a strange
story as to what put this fancy into his head. If I don't mistake,
Hardy, it was you who told it to me."
"Very likely," said Hardy. "I know what I heard from some French
soldiers in India. They had been in Africa, and had known Chaka."
"What was it, Mr Hardy, if I might ask?" inquired Margetts.
"Why, these men told me they had been the servants of some French
officers, who, after the close of Napoleon's wars, travelled in South
Africa, and became King Chaka's guests. Chaka was fond of inquiring
about what had happened in Europe. One of the officers told him a good
deal about the Emperor Napoleon--his splendid army, the vast number of
men he had collected under his standard, the perfect discipline to which
he had reduced them, and their unbounded devotion to his service. By
their help, Napoleon had conquered nation after nation, until nearly the
whole of Europe had been subjected by him. `That was something like a
king,' Chaka had remarked, and from that day he began forming his famous
army."
"Well, I can believe that," observed Baylen, "because his action
corresponded very accurately to it. He got together a force of nearly a
hundred thousand men, of whom fifteen thousand were always at his
immediate command. He subjected his soldiers to severe and continual
discipline. He built large barracks, in which they lived quite by
themselves, not being allowed to marry until they were elderly men. The
least hesitation in obeying his orders was instantly punished by the
most cruel of all deaths, impalement. With this army he attacked and
conquered his neighbours in all directions, until he became an object of
universal terror."
"A black Napoleon, in fact," returned Redgy,--"what he wanted to be."
"He was curiously like him," remarked Baylen, "allowing for the
differences of race. I have heard that Napoleon never spared any
soldier who showed want of courage in carrying out an order. That was
Chaka's policy certainly, though he pursued it after a somewhat
different fashion. After one of his campaigns, he would assemble his
soldiers, and cause every regiment to pass before him. As it halted in
front of his seat, he would call out, `Bring out the cowards,' and any
man who had not been as forward as the others was straightway dragged
out and killed. The shrub, under which he usually sat in this manner to
review his soldiers, was known as the `coward's bush.'"
"Didn't he overrun Natal, father?" asked Wilhelm Baylen.
"Yes, and made it a desert for the time. Before his invasion it was
densely populated, and in a most thriving condition. But the carnage
caused by his troops was so great, that the population was reduced, I
believe, to a few hundreds. That was one reason, probably, why he was
willing for the English to settle there."
"But he was dead before you arrived in Natal, wasn't he?" asked Ernest.
"Yes. I told you he had been dead some years, and his brother Dingaan
was on the throne. Dingaan, who was quite as bloody, and even more
treacherous than Chaka, caused him to be assassinated while he was
sitting in his kraal, and then was made king in his place. But Dingaan
was not his brother's equal in ability or force of character, and he
lost a great deal of the power which Chaka had acquired."
"Did you ever come into contact with him, sir?" asked Wilhelm.
"He never sent his soldiers to attack us, but he was continually
threatening us with his displeasure, and making demands, which we were
obliged to comply with as well as we could. A Zulu Impi would have been
no joke to encounter. We must have all fled for our lives, and our
houses would have been burnt and our cattle driven off at the least."
"How long did he reign?" asked Redgy.
"About twelve years. In the year 1836 the discontent of the Boers at
Cape Town grew so great, that they too moved off to Natal--some five or
six thousand of them. That, of course, made a great difference to our
position. We could only have mustered a few hundreds to oppose Dingaan,
if we had gone to war with him. But now it would be a few thousands."
"And men who knew how to fight the Zulus, too," remarked Walter.
"Yes. Dingaan found that out in 1837, when a war broke out between him
and the Boers. Then the Zulus suffered for the first time a disastrous
defeat. They rushed upon the Boers with their assegays, but the moment
they came within range they were shot down like a flight of birds. They
hardly got within hurling distance, and the stout leathern doublets of
the Dutch repelled such assegays as did reach them. Not a single man, I
believe, was so much as wounded. But it was an unfortunate victory in
some ways. It caused Dingaan, instead of using force, to resort to
treachery--treachery which was very nearly being the death of me, though
in the end things turned out well."
"Ah, now you are going to tell us the story of how you first got
acquainted with mother," said Wilhelm, laughing.
"Well, I daresay it will interest Mr Rivers to hear it," said Baylen.
"But, to be sure, it is a shocking history. It happened forty years
ago, or one couldn't speak so coolly of it.
"I daresay, Mr Rivers, you have heard of Peter Retieff--any way you
have, Hardy--the man, I mean, who founded Maritzburg. I knew him well.
He was a brave, honest, kindly man--kindly even to the natives, which is
not a common feature in a Dutchman's character. There was a treaty with
Dingaan which obliged us to send back to him all the natives, who had
fled into Natal from his tyranny. There were great numbers that did
this; and all who were so returned were instantly put to death with most
barbarous cruelty. Peter Retieff would not consent to carry this out,
and paid a visit to Dingaan, to try to get him to cede Natal to the
Dutch as an independent kingdom. He knew the danger of such an attempt;
but he was a brave man, and trusted to the justice of his cause. He
invited several of his neighbours to take part in his mission. Among
others, my father and myself agreed to go. I was a lad between
seventeen and eighteen at the time.
"We were received with unexpected civility, and my father and myself
lodged at the house of Emilius Scheren, a Dutch missionary, whom Dingaan
allowed to live at his kraal, but over whom he kept a very jealous
watch--regarding him half as a spy on his actions, and half as a hostage
for the good behaviour of his countrymen. He was a widower with one
little girl, about twelve years old, named Wilhelmine. Mr Scheren told
me some terrible stories of Dingaan's cruelty and rapacity. He had
himself, he said, long been anxious to escape from the country. But he
was most closely watched, and were he to attempt flight, would most
certainly be caught and put to death. He would not mind it so much if
it were not for his motherless little girl."
"`No one would hurt her surely,' my father said.
"`Dingaan would hurt any one,' Mr Scheren answered. But he was more
afraid of his kindness than his cruelty. He feared that Wilhelmine's
beauty had attracted Dingaan's notice, and before long he would insist
on having her for one of his wives.
"`Why, she cannot be thirteen years old,' my father observed.
"`No, she is little more than twelve. But they marry young in this
country, and in another year or so she will be thought old enough.'
"We comforted Mr Scheren as well as we could, promising him Dutch
protection, if Retieff succeeded in his design. The next day we had our
interview with Dingaan. He was extremely friendly, and complained of
nothing but the theft of his cattle. `If these were restored,' he said,
`he would be willing to leave the Dutch settlers in possession of Natal,
provided they did not interfere with him. But if they stole his cattle,
and would not restore them, it was impossible for him to regard them as
friends.'
"This sounded reasonable enough, and good Peter Retieff was quite taken
in by it. He agreed to recover the cattle, and we all went off with
him, nearly two hundred in number, and soon succeeded in tracing the
oxen, and obliging those who had stolen them to give them up. We
returned in a kind of triumphal procession, driving the cattle before
us. We were received with the greatest friendliness; all Retieff's
demands were conceded, and we were invited to a royal feast, to be given
on the following day to the king's Dutch allies."
"I think I have heard what was the issue of that feast," remarked
George. "But I had thought that all who attended it."--He paused.
"That all had been murdered, I suppose," supplemented Baylen. "You
heard right: all who attended that horrible feast _were_ murdered. But
I and my father did not go. We were just setting out when Mr Scheren
stopped us. He told us that throughout he had suspected treachery was
intended. But half an hour ago one of his converts had warned him that
all the white men would be shot or stabbed. He had returned in all
haste; but it was too late to warn Retieff and his friends, who were
already in the royal kraal. All he could do was to save us. To
convince us of the truth of his story, he pointed out to us a large
force of armed Zulus, creeping stealthily up and surrounding the kraal.
There was nothing to be done but to escape. We went into his stable,--
where most fortunately we had kept our horses, instead of the place
provided by the king for Retieff's train,--saddling and mounting with
all possible expedition. We rode off without a moment's pause, but had
not cleared the village, when we heard yells and screams which made our
blood run cold."
"None of Retieff's party escaped, did they?" asked Hardy.
"Not one, unless you count my father and myself, and we had the
narrowest of narrow escapes. We were seen by an Induna, who was late in
attending the feast, and he instantly told Dingaan. He at once sent
half a dozen of his fleetest men after us. They were on foot, and our
horses, though cumbered with two riders, at first left them a long way
behind. But the Zulus are wonderfully swift of foot, and their powers
of endurance are still more surprising. When we reached the Tugela,
they were not a hundred yards behind us. The river was not high, but it
was with the greatest difficulty that our jaded horses could cross it.
The Zulus came up before we had reached the bank, and hurled their
weapons at us. One of the assegays struck Mr Scheren, who was sitting
behind my father, and he fell dead into the river. Another grazed my
horse's flank, while a third stuck in the saddle, nailing Wilhelmine's
gown to it. Fortunately for us, Dingaan's order forbade any Zulu to
pass into Natal, for we could have gone no farther, and could have
offered no effectual resistance."