WAR.

It was at this juncture--the Christmas-tide of 1834, and the summer-time

in South Africa--that a merry party was assembled under the shade of

umbrageous trees that crowned a little knoll from which could be seen

the blue smoke curling from a prosperous-looking homestead in the vale

below. It was a party of settlers enjoying their Christmas festivities

in the open air. Hans Marais and Charlie Considine were among them,

but, feeling less inclined than was their wont to join in the hilarity

of the young folks, they had sauntered into the shrubbery and conversed

sadly about the departure of Conrad Marais and his family, and of the

unsettled state of the frontier at that time.

While they talked, an armed band of savages had crept past them

unperceived, and advanced stealthily towards the party of revellers on

the knoll. Coming suddenly across the tracks of these savages, Hans

cast an anxious look at his companion, and said quickly--

"Look here, Charlie--the spoor of Kafirs! Let's go--"

The sentence was cut short by a wild war-cry, which was immediately

followed by shouts of men and screams of women.

Turning without another word, the two friends ran back to the knoll at

full speed, drawing their hunting-knives, which were the only weapons

they happened to carry at the time.

On reaching the knoll a fearful scene presented itself. The Kafirs had

already killed every man of the party--having come on them unawares and

thrown their assagais with fatal precision from the bushes. They were

completing the work of death with shouts and yells of fierce delight.

Not a woman was to be seen. They had either been dragged into the

bushes and slain, or had sought refuge in flight.

With a mighty shout of rage Hans and Considine dashed into the midst of

the murderers, and two instantly fell, stabbed to the heart. Seizing

the assagais of these, they rushed through the midst of their foes, and,

as if animated by one mind, made for the homestead below. To reach the

stables and get possession of their horses and rifles was their object.

The savages, of whom there were about thirty, were so taken aback by the

suddenness and success of this onset that for a few seconds they did not

pursue. Then, probably guessing the object of the fugitives, they

uttered a furious yell and followed them down the hill. But Hans and

Considine were active as well as strong. They kept well ahead, gained

the principal house, and secured their rifles. Then, instead of

barricading the doors and defending themselves, they ran out again and

shot the two Kafirs who first came up.

Well did the savages know the deadly nature of the white man's rifle,

although at that time they had not themselves become possessed of it.

When their comrades fell, and the two white men were seen to kneel and

take deliberate aim at those who followed, the whole party scattered

right and left and took refuge in the bush.

But the friends did not fire. These were not the days of

breech-loaders. Prudently reserving their fire, they made a rush

towards the stables, "saddled up" in a few seconds, and, mounting, rode

forth at a gallop straight back to the blood-stained hillock. To

rescue, if possible, some of the females was their object. Regardless

of several assagais that whizzed close to them, they galloped hither and

thither among the bushes, but without success.

"Let's try yonder hollow," cried Considine, pointing as he spoke.

The words had scarce left his lips when a host of some hundreds of

Kafirs, with the shields, assagais and feathers of savage warriors,

burst out of the hollow referred to. They had probably been attracted

by the two shots, and instantly rushed towards the white men.

Hans Marais dismounted, kneeled to take steadier aim, fired, and shot

the foremost warrior. Then, springing on his steed at a bound, he

galloped away, loading as he went, and closely followed by his friend.

Having reloaded, Hans pulled up and again leapt to the ground. This

time Considine, appreciating his plan, followed his example, and both

were about to kneel and fire when they perceived by a burst of smoke and

flame that the farm-buildings had been set on fire.

In a straight line beyond, two other columns of dense smoke indicated

the position of two neighbouring farms, and a third column, away to the

right, and further removed from the line of the frontier, suddenly

conveyed to the mind of Hans the fact that a general rising of the

Kafirs had taken place. Instead of firing, he rose and remounted,

exclaiming--

"Home, Charlie--home!"

At the moment a shout was heard in another direction. Turning round,

they observed a body of a dozen or so of mounted Kafirs making straight

towards them. To have killed two or four of these would have been easy

enough to first-rate shots armed with double-barrels, but they knew that

those unhurt would continue the chase. They therefore turned and fled

in the direction of their own home. Their steeds were good and fresh,

but their pursuers were evidently well mounted, for they did not seem to

lose ground.

In the kitchen of Conrad Marais's homestead Gertie stood that day,

busily employed in the construction of a plum-pudding, with which she

meant to regale Hans and Charlie on their return. And very pretty and

happy did Gertie look, with her white apron and her dark hair looped up

in careless braids, and her face flushed with exertion, and her pretty

round arms bared to the dimpled elbows and scarcely capable of being

rendered whiter by the flour with which they were covered.

A young Hottentot Venus of indescribable ugliness assisted in retarding

her.

"The master will be here soon," said Gertie, wiping the flour and pieces

of dough off her hands; "we must be quick. Is the pot ready?"

Venus responded with a "Ja," and a grin which displayed a splendid

casket of pearls.

Just then the clatter of hoofs was heard.

"Why, here they come already, and in _such_ a hurry too!" said Gertie in

surprise, untying her apron hastily.

Before the apron was untied, however, Hans had pulled up at the door and

shouted "Gertie!" in a voice so tremendous that his wife turned pale and

came quickly to the door.

"Oh, Hans! what--"

"Come, darling, quick!"

There was no time for more. Hans held out his hand. Gertie took it

mechanically.

"Your foot on my toe. Quick!"

Gertie did as she was bid, and felt herself swung to the saddle in front

of her husband, who held her in his strong right arm, while in the grasp

of his huge left hand he held the reins and an assagai.

Poor Gertie had time, in that brief moment, to note that Charlie

Considine sat motionless on his panting horse, gazing sternly towards

the karroo, and that a cloud of dust was sweeping over the plain towards

them. She guessed too surely what it was, but said not a word, while

her husband leaped his horse through a gap in the garden wall in order

to reach the road by a short cut. Double-weighted thus, the horse did

not run so well as before. Considine was frequently obliged to check

his pace and look back.

The stern frown on the Dutchman's brow had now mingled with it a

slightly troubled look.

"Go on. I'll follow immediately," said Considine as he reined in.

"Don't be foolhardy," cried Hans, with an anxious look as he shot past.

Without replying, Considine dismounted, knelt on a slight eminence on

the plain, and deliberately prepared to fire.

The pursuing savages observed the act, and when within about six or

seven hundred yards began to draw rein.

Charlie Considine knew his rifle well; although not sighted for such a

range, it was capable of carrying the distance when sufficiently

elevated, and practice had accustomed him to long-range shots. He aimed

a little above the head of the foremost rider, fired, and killed his

horse. With the second barrel he wounded one of the Kafirs. At the

same moment he observed that his late home was wrapped in flames, and

that the cattle and sheep of Conrad Marais, which had been left in

charge of Hans, were being driven off by the savages towards the

mountains.

This was enough. Remounting, Charlie followed his friend, and was

rejoiced to find on looking back that the Kafirs had ceased their

pursuit.

"Strange," he said on overtaking Hans, "that they should have given in

so easily."

"It is not fear that influences them," returned his friend, with deeply

knitted brows; "the reptiles know there is a pass before us, and they

will surely try to cut us off. They know all the short cuts better than

I do. Push on!"

Urging their horses to their utmost speed, the fugitives soon approached

a more broken country, and skirted the mountain range, through which the

pass referred to by Hans led into level ground beyond. It was a narrow

track through jungle, which was dense in some places, open in others.

They were soon in it, riding furiously. At one of the open spaces they

caught a glimpse of a mounted Kafir making towards a part of the pass in

advance of them. Hans pulled up at once, and looked eagerly, anxiously

round, while he pressed the light form of Gertie tighter to his breast.

"We must fight here, Charlie," he said, as he made for a little mound

which was crowned with a few bushes. "If you and I were alone we might

risk forcing a passage, but--come; they observe our intention."

A few bounds placed them on the top of the mound, where they took

shelter among the bushes. These were scarcely thick enough to cover the

horses, but among them was found a hole or crevice into which Hans told

his wife to creep. She had barely found refuge in this place, when

several assagais whizzed over their heads. Sheltering themselves behind

stones, Hans and Considine looked eagerly in the direction whence the

assagais had been thrown, and the former observed the ears of a horse

just appearing over a bush. He fired at the spot where he conjectured

the rider must be, and a yell told that he had not missed his mark. At

the same moment his companion observed part of a Kafir's form opposite

to him, and, firing, brought him to the ground.

Seeing this the other savages made a rush at the mound, supposing

probably that both guns were empty. They had either forgotten about or

were ignorant of double-barrelled weapons. Two more shots killed the

two leading Kafirs, and the rest turned to fly, but a gigantic fellow

shouted to them fiercely to come on, and at the same moment leaped on

Charlie Considine with such force that, although the latter struck him

heavily with the butt of his rifle, he was borne to the ground. The

triumph however was momentary. Next instant Hans Marais seized him,

stabbed him in the throat, and hurled him back among his comrades, a

lifeless corpse. Charlie, recovering himself, pointed his unloaded gun

at the savages, who recoiled, turned, and fled back to the cover of the

opposite bush.

"Now is our time," said Hans, dragging his wife from the place of

shelter. "Mount and make a dash before they recover."

While speaking Hans was acting. In another moment Gertie was in her old

place, Considine in the saddle, and the two men made a bold push for

life.

It turned out as the Dutchman had conjectured. The Kafirs had left all

parts of the surrounding jungle to join in the assault on the mound, and

when the fugitives made a dash through them, only a few had presence of

mind to throw their assagais, and these missed their mark. A few bounds

carried Hans and Charlie once more in advance of their enemies, but the

clatter of hoofs immediately afterwards told that they were hotly

pursued.

There is no saying how the chase might have ended, if they had not met

with a piece of good fortune immediately afterwards. On emerging from

the other end of the pass, they almost ran into a small patrol of Cape

Mounted Rifles, who, attracted by the shots and cries in the pass, were

galloping to the rescue.

They did not halt to ask questions, but, with a hearty cheer and a

friendly wave of the hand from the officer in command, dashed into the

pass and met the pursuing savages in the very teeth.

Of course the latter turned and fled, leaving, however, several of their

comrades dead on the ground.

During this early period of the war the whole defending force of the

frontier consisted of only between seven and eight hundred men, composed

of Cape Mounted Rifles and the 75th regiment, with a few of the

Artillery and Engineers, and these had to be broken up into numerous

small companies, who were sent here and there where succour was most

needed.

With this little patrol, Hans, Gertie, and Considine bivouacked that

night, and, travelling with them, soon afterwards reached Grahamstown.

The sight of the country as they approached was a sad one. From all

quarters, men, women, children, vehicles, horses, cattle, and sheep,

were crowding into the town as a place of refuge. At first the settlers

nearest the eastern frontier, taken by surprise, fled to temporary

rallying-points. These, however, had to be abandoned for stronger

places of refuge. On entering the town they found that the greatest

confusion and excitement prevailed. The church had been set apart as an

asylum for the women and children, who had to put up, however, with the

undesirable accompaniments of fire-arms and gunpowder. Public meetings

were being held; picquets of armed citizens were being despatched to

watch the main roads. All the houses were thronged to suffocation with

refugees--white, brown, and black. The streets, squares, yards,

gardens, and other vacant places were crowded by night, and the

surrounding hills by day, with the flocks and herds that had been saved

from the invaders, while the lowing and bleating of these were mingled

with the sobs and wails of the widow and fatherless.

"What misery!" exclaimed Gertie, as she rode slowly through the crowds

by the side of her husband, mounted on a horse lent her by one of the

patrol, "Oh, how I dread to hear the news from home!"

Gertie referred to her father's home, about the condition of which she

knew nothing at the time.

"Where shall we go to seek for news?" she asked anxiously.

"To the barracks," replied Hans.

"You need not be anxious, I think," said Considine; "if anything very

serious had happened, it is likely the patrol who rescued us would have

heard some account of it before leaving Grahamstown.

"Don't you think?" he added, turning to Hans, "that we had better

inquire first at Dobson's place?"

At that moment they were passing a large store, over the door of which

was a blue board with the words "Dobson, Skyd, and Company" emblazoned

in large white letters thereon.

The store itself presented in its windows and interior an assortment of

dry goods, so extensive and miscellaneous as to suggest the idea of one

being able to procure anything in it--from a silk dress to a grindstone.

It was an extremely full, prosperous-looking store, and in the midst of

it were to be seen, sitting on the counters, James and Robert Skyd, both

looking bluffer and stronger than when we last met them, though scarcely

a day older. James and Robert were the managing partners of this

prosperous firm; Dobson and John Skyd were what the latter styled the

hunting partners. Robert Skyd had recently married a pretty Grahamstown

girl, and her little boy--then about one year old--was, so said his

father, the sleeping partner of the firm, who had been vaguely hinted at

by the "Company" long before he was born. Indeed, the "Company" had

been prudently inserted with special reference to what might "turn up"

in after years. At the time the firm was formed, it had been suggested

that it should be styled Dobson, Skyd, and Sons, but as it was possible

nothing but daughters might fall to the lot of any of them, "Company"

was substituted as being conveniently indefinite. Dobson took

precedence in the title in virtue of his having brought most capital

into the firm. He had invested his all in it--amounting to three pounds

four and nine-pence halfpenny. John Skyd had contributed half-a-crown,

which happened to be a bad one. James brought nothing at all, and

Robert entered it a little in debt for tobacco.

The great waggon of the hunting partners, loaded with hides, horns, and

ivory, stood at the door of the store, as Gertie and her protectors

passed, having just arrived from a successful trip into Kafirland, and

fortunately escaped the outbreak of the war.

Fastening their bridles to one of its wheels, Hans, Gertie, and

Considine entered. The first face they saw was that of Edwin Brook,

into whose arms Gertie ran with a wild cry of joy.

"Why, Hans Marais!" cried James Skyd, jumping off the counter and

grasping his big friend by the hand, while Robert seized that of

Considine, "where have you dropped from?--But I need scarcely ask, for

all the world seems to be crowding into the town. Not hurt, I hope?" he

added, observing the blood which stained his friend's dress.

"Not in person," answered Hans, with a smile, returning his cordial

grasp.

"And what of property!" asked Edwin Brook, looking round.

"All gone," returned Hans sadly. "I rose this morning a reasonably

wealthy man--now, I am a beggar. But tell me, what of your family, Mr

Brook?"

"All saved, thank God," was the reply. "Junkie, dear boy, who is the

most active young fellow in the land, managed to--Ah! here he comes, and

will speak for himself."

As he spoke a tall strapping youth of about fifteen entered, opened wide

his laughing blue eyes on seeing Hans, and, after a hearty greeting,

told with some hesitation that he had chanced to be out hunting on foot

in the jungles of the Great Fish River when the Kafirs crossed the

frontier, and had managed, being a pretty good runner, to give his

father warning, so that the family had time to escape. He did _not_

tell, however, that he had, in a narrow pass, kept above sixty Kafirs in

check with his own hand and gun until George Dally could run to the

house for his weapons and ammunition, and that then the two held a

hundred of them in play long enough to permit of the whole family

escaping under the care of Scholtz.

"But," said Edwin Brook, who related all this with evident satisfaction,

"I am like yourself, Hans, in regard to property. Mount Hope is a

blackened ruin, the farm is laid waste, and the cattle are over the

borders."

"And where is Mrs Brook?" asked Considine.

"In this house. Up-stairs. Come, Gertie is getting impatient. Let us

go to see her."

"Now, friends," said Considine to the brothers Skyd, who had by that

time been joined by the hunting partners, "there is a matter on which we

must consult and act without delay."

Here he told of Conrad Marais's departure with the boers across the

frontier, and added that if the party was to be saved at all it must be

gone about instantly.

"You can't go about it to-day, Charlie," said John Skyd, "so don't give

way to impatience. For such a long trip into the enemy's country we

must go well armed and supplied."

"I will brook no delay," said Considine, with flushing countenance. "If

it had not been for the necessity of bringing Gertie here in safety,

Hans and I would have set out at once and alone on their spoor. Is it

not so?"

Hans nodded assent.

"No, friends," he said, turning to the brothers with decision, "we must

be off at once."

"What! without your suppers?" exclaimed Bob Skyd; "but to be serious, it

won't be possible to get things ready before to-morrow. Surely that

will do, if we start at daybreak. Besides, the party with your father,

Hans, is a strong one, well able to hold out against a vastly superior

force of savages. Moreover, if you wait we shall get up a small body of

volunteers."

Hans and Charlie were thus constrained unwillingly to delay. At grey

dawn, however, they rode out of Grahamstown at the head of a small

party, consisting of the entire firm of Dobson and Skyd, inclusive of

Junkie, whose father granted him permission to go. His mother silently

acquiesced. Mrs Scholtz violently protested; and when she found that

her protests were useless, she changed them into pathetic entreaties

that Junkie would on no account whatever go to sleep in camp with wet

feet.

As soon as the invasion took place, an express had been sent to

Capetown, and the able Governor, Sir Benjamin D'Urban, took instant and

energetic measures to undo, as far as possible, the mischief done by his

predecessors. Colonel (afterwards Sir Harry) Smith was despatched to

the frontier, and rode the distance--six hundred miles--in six days.

Arriving in Grahamstown, he took command with a firm hand, organised the

whole male population into a warlike garrison, built barricades across

the streets, planted cannon in commanding positions, cleared the town of

flocks and herds, which were breeding a nuisance, sent them to the open

country with a cattle guard, and prepared not only to defend the

capital, but to carry war into the enemy's country. In short, he

breathed into the people much of his own energy, and soon brought order

out of confusion.

The state of affairs in the colony had indeed reached a terrible pass.

From all sides news came in of murder and pillage. The unfortunate

traders in Kafirland fared ill at that time. One of these, Rodgers, was

murdered in the presence of his three children. A man named Cramer was

savagely butchered while driving a few cattle along the road. Another,

named Mahony, with his wife and son-in-law, were intercepted while

trying to escape to the military post of Kafir Drift, and Mahony was

stretched a corpse at his wife's feet, then the son-in-law was murdered,

but Mrs Mahony escaped into the bush with two of her children and a

Hottentot female servant, and, after many hardships, reached

Grahamstown. A mounted patrol scouring the country fell in with a

farm-house where three Dutchmen, in a thick clump of bushes, were

defending themselves against three hundred Kafirs. Of course the latter

were put to flight, and the three heroes--two of them badly wounded--

were rescued. Nearly everywhere the settlers, outnumbered, had to fly,

and many were slain while defending their homes, but at the little

village of Salem they held their ground gallantly. The Wesleyan chapel,

mission-house, and schoolhouse, were filled with refugees, and although

the Kafirs swooped down on it at night in large numbers and carried off

the cattle, they failed to overcome the stout defenders. Theopolis also

held out successfully against them--and so did the Scottish party at

Baviaans River, although attacked and harassed continually.

During an attack near the latter place a Scottish gentleman of the

Pringle race had a narrow escape. Sandy Black was with him at the time.

Three or four Kafirs suddenly attacked them. Mr Pringle shot one,

Sandy wounded another. A third ran forward while Pringle was loading

and threw an assagai at him. It struck him with great force on the

leathern bullet-pouch which hung at his belt. Sandy Black took aim at

the savage with a pistol.

"Aim low, Sandy," said Pringle, continuing to load.

Sandy obeyed and shot the Kafir dead, then, turning round, said

anxiously--

"Are 'ee stickit, sir?"

"I'm not sure, Sandy," replied Pringle, putting his hand in at the waist

of his trousers, "there's blood, I see."

On examination it was found that the assagai had been arrested by the

strong pouch and belt, and had only given him a trifling scratch, so

that the gallant and amiable Mr Dods Pringle lived to fight in future

Kafir wars. [See Note 1.]

In another place, near the Kat River, thirty men were attacked by a

hundred and fifty Kafirs. The latter came on with fury, but five of the

farmers brought down seven of the enemy at the first discharge, and

thereafter poured into them so rapid and destructive a fire that they

were seized with panic, and fled, leaving seventy-five of their number

dead.

Instances of individual heroism might be endlessly multiplied, but we

think this is enough to show the desperate nature of the struggle which

had begun.

In the course of one fortnight the labours of fourteen years were

annihilated. Forty-four persons were murdered, 369 dwellings consumed,

261 pillaged, and 172,000 head of live-stock carried off into Kafirland

and irretrievably lost; and what aggravated the wickedness of the

invasion was the fact that during a great part of the year the Governor

had been engaged in special negotiations for a new--and to the Kafirs

most advantageous--system of relations, with which all the chiefs except

one had expressed themselves satisfied.

Writing on the condition of the country Colonel Smith said: "Already are

seven thousand persons dependent on Government for the necessaries of

life. The land is filled with the lamentations of the widow and the

fatherless. The indelible impressions already made upon myself by the

horrors of an irruption of savages upon a scattered population, almost

exclusively engaged in the peaceful occupations of husbandry, are such

as to make me look on those I have witnessed in a service of thirty

years, ten of which in the most eventful period of war, as trifles to

what I have now witnessed, and compel me to bring under consideration,

as forcibly as I am able, the heartrending position in which a very

large portion of the inhabitants of this frontier are at present placed,

as well as their intense anxiety respecting their future condition."

Sir Benjamin D'Urban, arriving soon afterwards, constituted a Board of

Relief to meet the necessities of the distressed; and relief committees

were established in Capetown, Stellenbosch, Graaff-Reinet, and other

principal towns, while subscriptions were collected in Mauritius, Saint

Helena, and India.

Soon after the arrival of Colonel Smith, burgher forces were collected;

troops arrived with the Governor on the scene of action, and the work of

expelling the invader was begun in earnest. Skirmishes by small bodies

of farmers and detachments of troops took place all over the land, in

which the Dutch-African colonists and English settlers with their

descendants vied with each other, and with the regulars, in heroic

daring. Justice requires it to be added that they had a bold enemy to

deal with, for the Kafirs were physically splendid men; full of courage

and daring, although armed only with light spears.

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Note 1. The author had the pleasure of spending a night last year

(1876) under the hospitable roof of Mr Pringle, shortly before his

death, and saw the identical assagai, which was bent by the force with

which it had been hurled against him on that occasion.