THE STRANGER'S STORY--GEORGE SCHMIDT--IMPORTANT NEWS--THE COMMANDO
SYSTEM--THE ROOT OF THE MATTER--A BAND OF MARAUDERS.
"Have you practised your profession in this country for very long?"
asked Nick of their visitor, as they sat over their supper an hour or
two later in the evening.
The latter smiled. "Yes," he answered, "for nearly fifteen years. But
are you sure you know what my profession is?"
"Are you not a doctor?" rejoined his questioner.
"Well, I suppose I may call myself a doctor," was the reply, "but a
physician of the soul, not of the body--though, as you have seen, I have
picked up a little knowledge of body-curing too, in the course of my
travels."
"A missionary!" exclaimed Warley. "I am so glad. I have been so hoping
that we might fall in with one. But we were told that there had never
been more than a very few in Southern Africa, and even they had now left
it."
"I am sorry to say you heard no more than the truth," said the stranger.
"But I trust there is a better prospect now."
"I am glad to hear it," observed Lavie. "I guessed what your employment
was, and was afraid you might be in trouble, if not in danger. When I
left Cape Town two years ago--"
"Ah, you have resided in Cape Town. Then you will know something of
what our trials and discouragements have been. But no one but the
missionaries themselves can really enter into them."
"I wish you would give us your experiences," said Lavie. "As you say,
in the colony there is a very confused and imperfect knowledge of your
proceedings: and there is, besides, so large an amount of prejudice on
the subject, that even those most favourably inclined towards you, have
heard, I doubt not, a most unfair version of it."
Warley eagerly seconded this proposal, and the stranger, who seemed
willing enough to comply with their wishes, began his recital.
"I should tell you first," he said, "what perhaps you have guessed--that
I am, by descent, half English and half Dutch. Our family name was
Blandford, and we were owners of large property in one of the southern
counties; but it was forfeited in consequence of our determined
adherence to the house of Stuart. After the unfortunate issue of the
attempt in 1745, we were obliged to leave England, and took up our
residence in Holland; where my father married the daughter of a Dutch
merchant, named De Walden, whose name he thenceforth adopted.
"As the hopes of the restoration of the exiled family grew ever less and
less, my father entered with more interest into his father-in-law's
business. The latter carried on a brisk trade with the Cape of Good
Hope, and thither I was sent, when barely twenty-one, as one of the
junior partners in the house. I resided for many years at Stellenbosch,
occasionally passing months together at Klyberg, a large farm in the
north of the colony, not far from the Gariep, or the Orange river, as it
has since been named."
"Not very far from where we are now, in fact," observed Lavie.
"It was nearer to the west coast than this," said De Walden, "by some
hundreds of miles, and the country was very fertile. Both at
Stellenbosch and Klyberg we employed a great number of Hottentots as
slaves. Our treatment of them I shall remember with shame and grief to
the last day of my life!" He paused from emotion. And Lavie said--
"You were not different, I suppose, in your treatment of them from your
neighbours?"
"Unhappily, no. But that is small comfort. It seems wonderful to me
now, with my present feelings, how I could have accepted without
questioning, as I did, the opinions of those about me on the subject.
We entertained the notion that the natives were an inferior race to
ourselves, intended by Providence to be kept in a condition of
servitude, as the sheep and oxen were; to be kindly treated if they were
docile and industrious; to be subdued and punished if refractory."
"That is, of course, a perverted view," said the doctor, "but still no
one, who has seen much of these races, can doubt their inferiority, or
the necessity of their being instructed and kept in control by the
whites."
"Granted," said the missionary. "The whites had, in fact, a mission of
love and mercy entrusted to them. They ought to have taught the
natives, and raised them gradually to a level with themselves. But we
never taught or raised them. On the contrary, our persistent
determination was to keep them down. We dreaded their acquiring
knowledge; and looked with jealousy and dislike upon some earnest and
devoted men, who had come from Europe for the purpose of enlightening
them."
"Did you come across George Schmidt, sir?" inquired Warley, with an
eagerness of manner which attracted De Walden's attention. "I have read
about him, and have been anxious to meet some one who knew him."
"Yes," said De Walden, "to my shame, I did. One of the first things I
remember, after my arrival at Klyberg, was an outburst of anger because
the good and holy man you name had baptised one of his converts. You
may well look surprised, but so it was. By the law of the Cape, no
baptised person could be a slave; so that the baptism of a Hottentot had
the effect of manumitting him. Of course the law was a mistake, and
ought to have been altered. A slave, as Saint Paul has emphatically
taught us, may be as true a Christian as his master. But the Dutch had
no thought of altering the law, and were resolved rather to keep their
slaves in heathen darkness than lose their services."
"That is much what I read," said Warley; "and Schmidt was obliged to
leave the colony, was he not?"
"He was, and never returned to it, though he earnestly longed and prayed
that he might. His prayer was heard after his death, and his spirit
returned in the faithful band of servants, who were raised up to carry
on his work. I never saw _George_ Schmidt while in Africa. I had no
wish to do so. His name was a by-word of reproach on my lips. But
afterwards, while I was in Holland, during a three years' absence from
the colony, I did encounter him."
The speaker paused for a few minutes, and then resumed. "I shall never
forget our meeting. I was passing through one of the towns on the
Rhine, when I saw a notice that George Schmidt would deliver a discourse
about South African Missions, and endeavour to raise funds for carrying
them on. I determined to go to the meeting, expose the falsehood and
calumnies which I should be sure to hear, and raise such a tumult as
would put a stop to him and his doings. I went and I heard him. What
we read in the Bible of men forsaking all and following Christ--which
had always seemed so difficult to be believed--came home to me in all
its vividness. I was carried away by his simple eloquence. I was
humbled, conscience-stricken, filled suddenly and for ever with a new
purpose in life. I went to him as soon as the meeting was over, told
him who I was, and asked his forgiveness for what I and mine had done to
thwart and grieve him."
"And he welcomed you kindly, doubtless?" said Lavie.
"Yes, like himself I remained in Holland, and used every means in my
power to obtain the leave to renew his mission, which he was seeking
from the Government. My family remonstrated against the course I was
pursuing, and finding that I was not to be moved, renounced all
connection with me. I cared little for that; but the failure of my
applications to the authorities distressed me much more than it did
Schmidt; who closed his eyes, in extreme old age, fully assured that the
prayer of his life would soon be granted."
"And it was, was it not?" asked Warley.
"Yes. In 1792 we obtained the long-desired permission. I was one of
those who accompanied Marsveld and his colleagues to South Africa. I
well remember the day when we visited Bavian's kloof, which had been the
scene of George Schmidt's labours, broken off nearly fifty years before.
There were the remains of the school he had built, and the cottage in
which he had dwelt--all in ruins, but sacred in our eyes as the homes in
which we had been born. There was the pear tree which he had planted,
now a strong and lofty tree. Above all, there were the remains of the
flock he brought into the Redeemer's fold--one or two aged servants of
Christ whom he had instructed in the faith, and who had retained the
memory of his lessons through fifty years of darkness!"
"The Dutch did not interfere with you any further, did they, sir?" asked
Ernest.
"Not as they had done before, but they discouraged us indirectly in
every possible way. They would never suffer us to build a church, in
which to carry on our worship; and it was not until the English took
possession of the Cape that we were able to do so."
"You were not interfered with during the time of the English occupation,
I believe," said Lavie.
"No, if anything, helped and encouraged. When the colony was restored
to the Dutch three years ago, another attempt was made to turn us out of
the colony. But English rule had produced its effect on public opinion,
and nothing open was attempted. The system pursued by the Dutch farmers
was, nevertheless, so obstructive, that I thought it better to give up
my mission to the Hottentots, and betake myself to a different part of
the colony, where I have been living for the last two years."
"And where are you going now?" asked Warley.
"Back to the Hottentots. The English Government will protect me,
doubtless, as it did before, and I shall have every reasonable hope of
succeeding."
"The English Government!" repeated Nick, hastily. "Have the English
retaken the colony!"
De Walden looked at him with surprise. "Do you not know," he said,
"that on the 10th of January last, Cape Town was surrendered to the
English? By this time, I should imagine, the whole of the Dutch troops
have left the colony."
"No," said Lavie, "we did not know it, though we are not much surprised
to hear it. When we left England, there was some talk of sending out an
expedition to recover the Cape. But the Government kept their
intentions very secret. The Hottentots, among whom we have been living
for several weeks, had heard of the approach of a British fleet, but
knew nothing as to the issue of the expedition. So the Dutch have lost
the colony again, have they?"
"Yes," said the missionary; "and they will never regain it. The trust
has been reposed in their hands for many generations, and they have
betrayed it, and the colony is handed over to another people. For their
own sakes, may they fulfil it better!"
"You are right," said Lavie; "as the New World was given to Spain, and
when Spain abused the gift, it was taken from her; so have the Dutch
received, and so have they forfeited, their South African dominions."
"You speak well," said De Walden. "The parallel you suggest is very
much to the purpose. One's blood boils when one reads of the
barbarities practised on the defenceless Indians by Cortez and his
fellows; on the monstrous violations of justice, mercy, and good faith
which Pizarro displayed in his dealings with the simple-hearted
Peruvians. But neither Cortez nor Pizarro ever perpetrated more unjust
or inhuman deeds, than have the Dutch boors during the century and a
half of their possession."
The doctor shook his head as he heard this assertion. "That is strong
language, Mr De Walden," he said. "I go along with you in nearly all
that you have said, but not that. You refer, I suppose, to the commando
system?"
"Mainly to that, but not entirely."
"Very well. I speak under correction, but I understand the commando
system to be this. When property is continually and persistently stolen
by the Hottentots and Bushmen, and no peaceable measures can secure its
restoration, the whites in the neighbourhood are summoned to assist at
an armed attempt at its recovery. They march into the domains of the
robbers, seize the cattle or other property which has been plundered, or
an equivalent, punish the robbers, according to the amount of the
offence, and then return home. Is that a correct statement?"
"Theoretically, very fairly correct."
"Well, where is the injustice? Those who will recognise no law but
force, must take their first lesson under that law. A savage has to
learn that he must respect the rights and feelings of others. That is
the foundation of all social order. Until he has learned it, you cannot
civilise him."
"Granted. But the means you take are not the right ones. In the first
place, who gave the Dutch settlers the right to the land or the cattle?
They found the Hottentot and Bushman in possession. What equivalent did
they give them for their land? They were savages, you will say, and
could not appreciate its value. True, but the Dutchmen could. Did they
not take advantage of the ignorance of the aboriginals to gain
possession, on ridiculously cheap terms, of their property. If so, the
rights of which you speak are founded on fraud and extortion, and are,
in fact, no rights at all, but simply wrongs."
"Do you mean that there can be no dealings at all between civilised
races and savages?"
"By no means. If the civilised trader is an honest man, he will
appraise the land at its true value, and hold it in trust for the
vendor."
"How hold it in trust?"
"He will remember that he cannot pay the fair purchase-money down, and
therefore hold it for the seller, till he can pay it. He will remember,
that the seller was supported off the land previously to its sale, and
ought to be supported still by it, or its proceeds, or the bargain
cannot have been a fair one. He will therefore supply the natives with
food, if in need; will help them to live; will feel bound to furnish the
means of instructing them; will show infinite forbearance, until they
are instructed. He will be sensible that he cannot wash his hands clear
of them as he might, in a civilised country, of men, who had sold him
land at market price."
"And what, if such forbearance produced no other result than increased
lawlessness and treachery?"
"You have, first, to show that it would produce it. And you would have
some difficulty in doing that. When that mode of dealing with
aboriginals has been fairly tried and has failed, then you may ask your
question. But when has it ever been tried? I have striven to impress
the truths of the Gospel on the Hottentots and the Bushmen, and I have
failed; but why? Not because they could not understand the Gospel, or
because they hated it; but because those who professed it did not
themselves act up to it--did not, in fact, themselves really believe it.
Look you here. A tribe of Bushmen have been in the habit of ranging
over a large tract of country, and killing game, wherever they could,
for their support. They regarded that as their natural right; and who
shall say it was not? Well, some persons, of whom they have never
heard, make some bargain with some of their neighbours or
fellow-countrymen, and they find themselves suddenly deprived of the
rights which they and their fathers have enjoyed from immemorial time.
They traverse their old hunting-grounds and kill the first cattle they
fall in with, as they have been ever wont to do; and for so doing, their
villages are attacked by night, their huts burnt, their property
destroyed, themselves, their wives and children, enslaved or murdered!
Whatever sense of natural justice they may possess, must be outraged by
such acts."
"I think I see. The natives have a right to be taught and cared for, in
return for their possessions."
"Yes. And if this is not done, the settlers have no justification for
possessing themselves of their land at all. By settling in the country,
they make themselves the fellow-citizens of the aboriginals, and are
bound to treat them as such. If they cannot fulfil the duties of
citizens towards them, rather let them give up their lands and quit the
country, than provoke God by high-handed violence and injustice. The
policy of continually driving the heathen further and further away, is
only one degree less detestable than exterminating them at once."
"And you think the natives could be converted to Christianity, if your
programme were followed? I have heard men doubt it, whose reputation
for wisdom stands high."
"I dare say. But what is man's opinion worth in such a matter? Has not
God made mankind all of one blood? Did not Christ die for all? Are we
to believe that He did not understand His own work? We must do so, if
we believe that there is any nation on the face of the earth, which
could not accept the Gospel But it is growing late. I will visit my
patient once more before lying down to rest. He may want another dose,
but I hardly think it."
They repaired accordingly to Wilmore's bed, and were glad to find him in
a calm deep sleep, which they did not disturb. The fire was then
replenished, and Warley having undertaken to keep watch during the first
part of the night, the others lay down under the shadow of the palm
trees and were soon sound asleep.
Ernest sat over the fire, with his rifle in his hand, buried in deep
thought. Always of a grave turn of mind, the events of the last few
weeks had made him a man before his time. His life during that time had
been one of continual peril, and three times at least he had had the
narrowest possible escape from a dreadful death. He felt--as all men of
any strength of character always do feel under such circumstances--that
his life had been preserved for some high and worthy purpose, and the
conversation of the stranger missionary had impressed the same truth
more forcibly upon him. He had always had an inclination for the life
of a clergyman; its only objection in his eyes being the dull routine of
commonplace duties; which, however worthy in themselves, did not satisfy
his longing for enterprise and action But in Mr De Walden's career, all
that he thirsted after seemed to be realised. He felt that if the
latter would consent to take him as a helper in the work he had now in
hand, he should prefer it to any other lot that life could offer him.
But then there was the difficulty about money. He must have some means
of living, and the life of a missionary in Africa would not supply any,
not even the barest necessaries. Mr De Walden, it was evident, did
possess some private income; but it might not be enough to support two;
and even if it should be, he could hardly ask him, a total stranger, to
bestow it on him. There was his brother, who might allow him just
enough to start him in business. So at least he had intimated. But it
was unlikely that he would give him a farthing if he turned missionary--
a calling especially odious in the eyes of the residents at Cape Town at
that time. Besides, Ernest had always felt the greatest repugnance to
taking Hubert's money. No, he feared he must give it up--for the
present at all events. He must take the Indian clerkship, which Lavie
had told him he thought he could get for him. He might save money, and
then later in life perhaps--
As he sat brooding over these thoughts with his arm resting on some pine
boughs which he had gathered, he was startled by seeing a dark object
crawling out of a bush at no great distance. It passed across the
pathway, and was hidden in the scrub on the other side before he had
time to look fixedly at it. It occurred to him at once, that it might
be one of the large black snakes which infest that country, and whose
bite was said to be extremely dangerous. He paused a moment in doubt.
He could still distinguish the black mass in the shrub though very
imperfectly. Should he fire at it and take the chance of killing or
crippling it. Well, he might miss, and if so, there would be a shot
thrown away; Frank would certainly be woke up, and it was most important
for him to get a sound night's rest. At all events he would see the
object, whatever it might be, by a clearer light before firing. He
cocked his gun and rested it against his knee. Then taking a handful of
dry fir leaves, he threw them on the fire which had sunk somewhat low.
A bright blaze sprung up, and showed in strong relief the stems of the
palms and the thickets of scrub around them. But the black mass on
which his eye was fixed was hidden by the shadow of a large tree, and he
could not determine with any certainty its outline, before the blaze had
sank again. Presently he felt something creep stealthily past him, and
Lion stirred uneasily in his sleep. He seized another and a larger heap
of pine leaves; but before he could throw it on the fire, he felt his
gun seized in a gentle, but firm, grasp by the muzzle, and gradually
drawn away from him. Before he could recover from his surprise, the
lock caught against a tuft of weed and exploded. The report was
followed by a yell of rage and pain, and at the same moment Lion sprang
forward. All the party, except Frank, were instantly on their legs, and
De Walden, with ready presence of mind, caught up a pine bough and
thrust it among the embers. It soon burst out into a flame and showed a
dark-skinned savage extended on the ground, a second struggling in the
grip of Lion, while several more were hurrying away in all directions.
"Those Kaffirs have tracked me, after all," he muttered. "I thought I
had got rid of them, but it is next to impossible to do so. Well, let
us see whether they are much hurt."
Lavie and Warley had by this time obliged Lion to relax his hold, and it
was found that the man he had seized had only sustained a few slight
injuries from the dog's teeth. The other was bleeding from a gun-shot
wound, but that too was not dangerous.
"They are neither of them really hurt," said Lavie; "but we must
question them to-morrow, and meanwhile take care they don't escape." He
took some strong leathern thongs, which De Walden handed him from his
wallet, and with these dexterously tied their hands and legs. Then
desiring Lion to watch them, he lay down again and was soon fast asleep.
Warley followed his example, but the other two kept watch till sunrise.