MISSION TALK--IMPENDING DANGERS--AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND--KOBO'S STORY--
MAOMO'S DESIGNS--DE WALDEN'S RESOLVE--A NIGHT EXPEDITION.
Time passed on: the summer heats gradually gave way to the cooler
temperature of autumn, and that too began to pass into winter, and
nothing had been heard of Lavie or his guide. It had been calculated
that it would take them fully two months to reach Cape Town; but there
they would be able to obtain horses, which would so greatly shorten the
return journey, that ten or eleven weeks might be regarded as the
probable period of their entire absence. But March was exchanged for
April, April for May; June succeeded May, and July, June; and still
there came no tidings of the travellers. The boys grew anxious, and
might have become seriously alarmed, if it had not been that they found
so much to interest and employ them, that they had no time for indulging
morbid fancies.
All the four whites occupied one large hut, some five and twenty feet in
circumference, and provided with mats, karosses, and all the other
furniture of a Kaffir dwelling-house, so as to render it a very
comfortable residence. They also took all their meals together, which
were provided at the cost of the whole tribe, and prepared for them by
Kobo and Gaike, the two attendants chosen for them by Chuma. But before
many weeks had passed, they had separated, by common consent, into two
pairs; De Walden and Ernest being almost continually together, and Frank
and Nick Gilbert taking up with one another, as a matter of necessity.
Warley was deeply impressed by the character of the new friend he had
found. De Walden's devoted self-surrender, his resolute and
uncomplaining spirit under the most trying hardships, his cheerfulness,
and even joyousness, while enduring what would have broken most men's
spirits altogether, were the very ideal of which Ernest had dreamed, but
never expected to realise.
"Did you make many converts among the Hottentots?" he asked one day. "I
remember hearing you say your mission, as a whole, had not succeeded;
but I suppose you made converts here and there?"
"I cannot say I ever made one."
"Not one! And yet you were going back to them again!"
"Certainly. Why not?"
"Rather, `Why?' I should have been inclined to ask."
"Why? because God has commanded that the Gospel should be preached to
all nations, and that command stands good, whether they will hear, or
whether they forbear. It is our business to do His work, and His to
look after the result."
"And you would not consider that a man's life was wasted, if he passed
his whole life as a missionary, without making one convert?"
"No more wasted than if he had made ten thousand. Look here, Ernest.
You have never seen a coral island, I suppose?"
"No," said Warley; "I have read about them, but I have never seen one."
"You have read about them? Then you know that the coral insects labour
on, generation after generation, under the water, raising the reef
always higher and higher, till it reaches the high-tide level at last."
"Yes, that is what I have read, certainly."
"For generations, then, upon generations, the work of the insect was
wholly out of human sight. Ernest, was their work in vain? Did not
they help to build up the island as much as those whose labours could be
clearly discerned?"
"You are right," said Warley. "One soweth, and another reapeth."
"Yes, and both will rejoice hereafter together; claiming, under God, the
work between them. The work of the missionary--of the early
missionary--may seem to man's eyes as nothing, but it is merely out of
man's sight. He is building up Christ's kingdom, as the coral insect,
far down below, builds up the reef; and will, unknown though he be now,
have equal honour hereafter with those whom the world now accounts its
greatest benefactors."
Many such conversations as these were held between the two friends--as,
notwithstanding the disparity of their years, De Walden and Ernest might
be called--and every day the bond between them grew stronger. Together
they visited the Kaffir huts, and held long talks with the occupants;
who were never unwilling to discourse on the subject nearest to De
Walden's heart, little as they might be inclined to hearken to his
teaching. He was, however, not without hope that he had succeeded in
making some impression. More than one man resorted secretly to him to
ask explanations of difficulties, which, it was plain, had been weighing
on their minds; more than one woman attended the prayers, which were
daily offered to the God of the Christians in the white man's hut, in
spite of Chuma's interdict Maomo heard of it, and it roused still more
fiercely his jealousy and alarm. He was, as has already been intimated,
partly a deceiver, and partly a dupe. He knew that many of his
pretensions were simply impostures; but he did believe in the existence
of Evil Spirits, and their power to injure men. Such doctrines as those
propounded by De Walden, must needs, he thought, be in the highest
degree distasteful to them; and they would visit the land with the most
terrible plagues, if the people fell away from the faith of their
fathers.
He continually beset Chuma, therefore, with entreaties to put down the
evil, before it reached any greater height. He reminded the chief that
he had already forbidden De Walden, or the "White Lie-maker," as he was
wont to call him, to teach the people his new and dangerous creed. His
commands had been openly disobeyed, and he must now enforce severe
penalties against him, or suffer the most terrible consequences himself.
Chuma listened, but made evasive replies. His own mind was in a state
of doubt on the subject. He was incensed by the Englishman's obstinate
refusals to comply with his orders, and had begun to doubt whether he
really did possess the presumed supernatural powers. If that should
indeed be the case, he would make short work with him. At present,
however, he was not convinced that this was the case, and he had
resolved to defer any action until his mind was made up.
Meanwhile Frank and Nick went out almost every day with their guns,
under the tutelage of Kobo, a middle-aged, strongly built Bechuana, into
whose charge Chuma had consigned them. The missionary was jealously
watched, not only by the chief's servants, but by those of Maomo also.
He was never allowed to leave his hut, unless accompanied by at least
one man, and never to leave the village at all, except by the chief's
express permission, and under the escort of three armed men. But the
boys were not so carefully looked after. Chuma contented himself with
warning Kobo, that if at any time they were not forthcoming, he would
have to pay the penalty with his own life. The boys knew this as well
as Kobo, and promised him that they would make no attempt at escape,
even if a favourable opportunity should offer; and the Bechuana, strange
to say, seemed quite contented with their assurance. He went out with
them into the bush, sometimes to a considerable distance, allowing them
to take their firearms, and carrying no weapon himself, but a light
hatchet, which would have been of no service to him at all, in event of
any hostile movement on their part, nor did he ever seem to entertain a
suspicion that could mean treachery towards him.
"He's a good fellow, this blacky," remarked Nick one day, as they halted
under the shade of a large oomahaama, to rest an hour or two before
returning home from one of their shooting excursions. "He's a good
fellow, not suspicious of every word one says, or of the meaning of
every act one does. He really has some notion of honesty. More's the
wonder!"
"Yes," answered Frank; "I should like to ask him where he got it from,
only I suppose he wouldn't understand one."
"Oh yes, Kobo would--understand very well," said Kobo, joining in the
lads' conversation, in broken, but very intelligible English.
"Hallo, hey, what!" exclaimed both the boys, half starting up with
surprise. "What! you understand English, Kobo?" added Frank. "How in
the world did you learn it?"
"And why in the world didn't you tell us long ago that you understood
it?" subjoined Gilbert.
"Kobo keep it secret--chief not know--prophet not know," answered Kobo.
"Kobo tell white boys, not black man."
"Do tell us, then, Kobo," said Nick, whose interest had been keenly
awakened. "You may trust us to keep whatever we may hear to ourselves,
if you desire it."
Kobo assented readily enough. It was plain that he was anxious, for
some reason of his own, that they should learn his history, and had been
awaiting his opportunity of telling it. We shall not follow the broken
English of his narrative, but relate it in our own words.
Kobo had been born and reared in the Bechuana village where he was still
living; but when a lad of twelve or thirteen years old, had incurred the
chief's displeasure for some boyish offence, and to escape the
punishment incurred by it, fled from the kraal and took refuge in a
village lying at a considerable distance from his own people. He had
not been there many months, when the village in which he was living was
attacked by a commando, and with the usual consequences. All the males
who had reached puberty and the elder women, were shot or cut down; the
girls and children carried off into bondage.
Kobo's fate had at first been very doubtful. He was just on the very
verge of what was considered manhood, and the sword of more than one
Dutchman was raised to cut him down. But he was, luckily for himself,
rather short of stature, and it was ultimately resolved that he should
be spared. He was taken to the southern part of the colony, and became
the slave of a Dutch farmer residing near Oudtshoorn. Here he remained
for several years, until he had quite grown to manhood. According to
his own statement, which it would be reasonable to receive with some
degree of caution, he was treated with the utmost injustice and cruelty
by his masters--ill-fed, overworked, and kicked and cuffed without any
reason, whenever his employers chanced to be out of temper.
But there was no remedy for his wrongs. It was in vain to appeal to the
law, which would hardly entertain his complaint at all, and would have
done nothing to protect him, even if he could have made out his case.
To have offered resistance would have been the extremity of folly, as it
would only have brought down increased suffering upon him; and to have
attempted escape, would have been almost certain death. It was a long
distance to the border of the Bechuana country; and the fierce
bloodhounds kept by the whites would have overtaken and torn him to
pieces, before he could have gone the twentieth part of the way. There
was nothing for it but to bear it patiently.
It chanced that there was a man residing in Oudtshoorn, who was of
European, but not Dutch, descent. He was believed to be an Englishman,
who for some unknown reason had chosen to leave his own country. He
took some notice of Kobo, whose appearance and manner pleased him; and
gradually the Bechuana confided to him his history, the cruel hardships
he endured, and the anxious longing which possessed him to regain his
freedom. Andrews, as the Englishman was called, listened attentively to
his story, and then advised him to wait patiently for a few weeks more,
when an opportunity he desired might present itself. Andrews was a
secret agent of the English Government, and knew that an army and fleet
were soon going to be sent out to attempt the seizure of the Dutch
colony. If this should prove successful, he would be able to help Kobo
effectually. The Bechuana followed his advice; and one evening, towards
the end of December, received an unexpected visit from his English
friend, who was mounted on a strong Cape horse, and led another by the
bridle.
"Mount, Kobo," he said, "and ride with me. Your master is too much
frightened by the news he has just received to think about you; and even
if he did try to catch you, he couldn't."
Kobo obeyed willingly enough. They rode through the whole of that
night, and next morning arrived at a place where fresh horses had been
provided. Continuing their ride with hardly an hour's delay, they
reached Simon's Bay, where an English fleet had just come to anchor.
Andrew's first step was to have Kobo regularly rated as his servant.
When the campaign was ended by the cession of the colony, they returned
to Oudtshoorn; where Kobo's former master was still residing, but he
stood too much in awe of Andrews to claim his fugitive slave again.
Kobo, who had become greatly attached to his English master, continued
for several years in his service, until in 1803 the colony was handed
back to the Dutch. When it became certain that the English Government
would take this step, Andrews advised Kobo to leave Oudtshoorn before
the departure of the English troops. Van Ryk, his former master, had
always looked upon him as his lawful property, of which he had been
violently despoiled, and would inevitably claim him as soon as the Dutch
power was again established. Kobo's affection for Andrews would have
induced him to remain and brave the hazard of this; but the Englishman
pointed out that he would not have the power of protecting him against
Van Ryk's claim, or against any cruel usage to which he would probably
subject him, and this would be worse pain to both than their separation.
Kobo accordingly was conveyed by Andrews as far as the Gariep, where
they took leave of one another, the Englishman returning to Oudtshoorn,
and Kobo rejoining his tribe.
The latter, however, had kept the true history of his past life a
profound secret from his countrymen, passing off a plausible tale of
life among the Bushmen in its place. He was afraid that Van Ryk would
offer the Bechuana chief a large sum for his tradition, and he knew
Chuma's avaricious spirit too well to believe that he would refuse it.
When he heard from De Walden of the reoccupation of the Cape by the
English, he was instantly seized with an anxious desire to return to
Oudtshoorn, and would have offered himself to Lavie as his guide, if it
had not been that he dared not betray his knowledge of the English
language. He would, however, in all likelihood, soon have left the
Bechuana village alone, if he had not conceived a liking for the English
prisoners, and a desire to serve them in the danger which, as he could
plainly see, was threatening them. He was well acquainted with Maomo's
cruel and vindictive nature. Several persons, towards whom the wizard
had conceived a hatred, had suffered the most terrible tortures and
death through his machinations, and towards no one had he ever felt such
bitter enmity as towards De Walden.
This feeling had been increased by the failure of his schemes, thus far,
to work the missionary's ruin. He had been hoping that the drought,
which often visited the country during the summer months, would give him
the desired opportunity of either obliging De Walden to comply with
Chuma's entreaties to bring down rain by his incantations, or of
provoking the chief's wrath to the uttermost by his refusal. But the
summer, to his infinite vexation, had been extraordinarily cool and
genial, showers falling at short intervals of one another; and causing
abundance of grass and water. What was worse, he could see that Chuma
attributed this exceptional season to De Walden's residence in the
village. He was farther than ever therefore from accomplishing his
object.
But he was not a man to be balked of his purpose; and Kobo, who had
watched him narrowly, felt certain that he had some scheme on foot which
would achieve the object on which his heart was set. He had been absent
for two or three days in the previous week, and when he returned there
was a look of triumphant malice in his face, which he tried in vain to
hide. The only well-grounded hope they could have of escaping his
malicious designs lay in immediate flight. Chuma, as yet, was
favourably disposed, and had taken no steps which would render flight
impossible. But this would not last long; and De Walden must take time
by the forelock, or it would certainly be too late.
Such was the substance of what Kobo imparted to the boys, and which they
made a point of laying before Mr De Walden immediately after his return
to their village.
The missionary listened attentively, and asked several questions as to
Kobo's sources of information, and the details of the plan of escape he
had suggested; but when these had been answered he refused to avail
himself of the offer.
"I have little doubt," he said, "that Kobo in the main is right, if not
in every particular, but it is my duty to remain here, and remain I
must, whatever may ensue. For the first time since my arrival in
Africa, I have a real, well-grounded hope of gaining a considerable body
of converts to our faith. What will these think of me? What hope can I
have of their remaining true to the creed they have half adopted, if I
myself am wanting to it? I am in God's hands, and I trust all to Him.
But you, my dear lads--it is not _your_ duty to stay here, and encounter
this danger. You, indeed, Ernest--"
"Do you think _I_ could leave you?" interposed Warley reproachfully.
"I will not ask you to do so," answered the missionary, clasping
Ernest's hands as he spoke; "but you two--"
"We too will not leave you," broke in Frank. "I know I speak for Nick
as well as myself. We will all stay and endure whatever may chance
together. I will tell Kobo so forthwith."
He sought out the Bechuana accordingly, and acquainted him with the
resolution to which all the party had come, adding however, that they
would all keep Kobo's secret most inviolably, and if any occasion should
arrive when his services might be required for an attempt of the kind
suggested by him, they would at once apply to him to help them.
"Meanwhile," he said, "Kobo, let us have plenty to employ our time and
thoughts. It will never do for us to sit down and brood over our
troubles; we should go mad, I expect. Look here, didn't you tell us
that the spoor of some elephants had been seen yesterday or this
morning, at a short distance from this?"
"Great many elephant in bush," said Kobo; "six, seven, big bulls, twenty
cows, not three miles away. Not go away to-day, perhaps not to-morrow."
"Do you hear that, Nick?" said Wilmore. "We had better set out the
first thing in the morning, hadn't we, and try to get a shot at one?"
"White boys see them to-night, if they like," said Kobo. "See here.
Kobo love white boys because they English. He wait here till they ready
to run away. Then he run with them. Meanwhile they shoot, hunt, fish.
Chuma not suspect they mean to run."
"All right, Kobo," said Nick. "You're a brick, if you know what that
means, though you have been baked pretty black in the kiln. Well, let
us set off at once. Where do you propose that we should pass the
night?"
"Bavian's Pool, Master Nick; three miles from here--beautiful pool,
sweet water, steep rock overhang it, too steep for beasts to climb, not
too steep for us. There we sleep among bushes; animals come down to
drink by moonlight; buffalo, gnu, zebra, giraffe, lion, rhinoceros, all
sorts of beasts--elephant come too--"
"And we can shoot at them from the rock, hey?" interposed Nick.
"No, not shoot from rock. Elephant not come near enough, and light bad;
but we track them when they leave waterside, and get good shot in
morning."
"All right, Kobo. How soon ought we to set out?"
"Three hours past noon, now. Get to pool at five. We start in an hour,
say."
"In an hour; very good. Let us go and say good-bye to Mr De Walden and
Ernest, Frank, and get the guns."
"Done with you," said Frank. "Shall we ask Ernest to come with us? We
have had very little of his company for a long time past, and I think he
would enjoy this. You know how anxious he always was to come upon a
herd of elephants, all the time when we were travelling through the
country where they are said sometimes to be found. He is a good fellow,
and I don't like to lose sight of him so entirely."
"I agree with you, that he is a good fellow," said Nick,--"a deal better
fellow, for the matter of that, than I am. But I am afraid there is not
much chance of his making one of our party. There has been a change in
him ever since that escape of his from the big snake; and since he has
fallen in with Mr De Walden, he has been so taken up with him that he
can think of nothing else. But we can ask him, certainly."
But on reaching the hut they perceived at once that it would be no use
to make any such suggestion--for the present, at all events. The two
friends were on the point of repairing to the house of one of their
converts, who had sent to them a message, entreating their immediate
presence. One of the calamities, which the Bechuanas dreaded beyond all
others, had just befallen him. It had been known for some time past,
that a disease, nearly resembling that which has visited European
countries of late years, was raging among the herds belonging to
neighbouring tribes, and more particularly the Basutos. It was regarded
with the utmost terror by all the races inhabiting Southern Africa, whom
it deprived not only of all their wealth, but of their very means of
subsistence. They were wholly unacquainted with any means of dealing
effectually with it; indeed, for the most part, they attributed it
entirely to the agency of malignant Spirits; and its appearance
generally threw them entirely into the hands of the pretended prophets.
In the present instance they had felt tolerably secure that it would not
visit the Bechuana village, the summer having been exceptionally
healthy. But that morning, two oxen had suddenly been seized with the
symptoms which were only too well-known. The owner, who had unbounded
faith in the missionary's powers, had sent at once to him entreating his
help; and he and Warley were just setting out to render what assistance
it might be possible to give.
"Poor beggars!" exclaimed Nick. "It will be a bad job for them if they
do lose their cattle, seeing that is pretty well all they have. Shall
you be able to do anything for them, sir?"
"I am afraid very little," said the elder man. "I have fallen in with
the disease more than once during my residence in this country, and have
hardly ever known a case of cure, when it has once fairly taken hold of
an animal But we will do our best. Good night, lads I hope you may have
a pleasant day's sport. If it hadn't been for this, I should have liked
Ernest to have gone with you. As it is, I shall want his help."