John Ames was Native Commissioner for the district of Sikumbutana.
Now, the area of the said district contained about as many square miles
as did one half of England. It likewise contained some thousands of its
original inhabitants, a considerable percentage of which were Matabele,
and the residue Makalaka, the bulk of whom had, prior to the war of
occupation, been incorporated into the ranks of Lo Bengula's
fighting-men. Indeed, they reckoned themselves as integral with the
nation--as much so as the original Abezantzi, even then fast dwindling
numerically--and by no means welcomed their so-called emancipation at
the hands of the British with the acclaim our theoretically humane
civilisation had striven to persuade itself they would. They were
settled upon reservations there as in other districts under the charge
of Native Commissioners appointed by the Government of the Chartered
Company.
Now the duties of these Native Commissioners were multifarious, if
ill-defined. They involved the collection of hut tax; the keeping of a
vigilant eye upon the people at large; the carrying out of the
disarmament programme; the settlement of all local disputes that were
potient of settlement; and of about half a hundred other questions that
might arise from day to day. These officials were expected to act the
part of benevolent uncle all round, to the natives under their charge;
and in order to effect this thoroughly, they had to be continually on
the move, keeping up a constant system of patrol in order to become
acquainted with every nook and corner of their somewhat vast area, and
see that things were going on all right in general; and bearing in mind
the extent of that area, it will be seen that this alone constituted a
very laborious and responsible side of their duties. For it was no case
of progressing in a fairly comfortable conveyance: neither the natural
formation of the country nor the not very munificent travelling
allowance granted by their government would admit of that. It meant
real downright roughing it. Day after day of long rides on horseback,
over mountain and plain and low-lying fever belt in all weathers, and a
camp under rock or tree at night; and when it is remembered that such
peregrinations amounted in the aggregate to about half the year, it
follows that the faculties both physical and mental, of these useful
public servants were not likely to stagnate for lack of use.
There was one other duty which devolved upon them at the time of our
story; the collecting of the cattle which the Chartered Company exacted
as a war indemnity from the not thoroughly conquered Matabele; and
remembering that cattle constitutes the whole worldly wealth of a
native, it may be imagined what a thankless and uningratiating task was
thrown upon their hands.
John Ames was an excellent specimen of this class of public official.
Born on a Natal farm, he could speak the native languages fluently, and
had all the idiosyncrasies of the native character at his fingers' ends,
a phase of useful knowledge which a few years spent at an English public
school had failed to obliterate, and which, on his return to the land of
his birth, he was able to turn to practical account. He had come to
Rhodesia with the early Pioneers, and having served through the Matabele
war of 1893, had elected to remain in the country. He was of goodly
height and proportion, standing six feet in his socks, handsome withal,
having regular features, and steadfast and penetrating grey eyes; and at
the time we make his acquaintance had just turned thirty, but looked
more.
"Here's a pretty kettle of fish," he was saying, as he sat in his
compound on the day following the events recorded in the last chapter.
"This thing will have to be gone into, Inglefield, and that pretty
thoroughly."
"Certainly, old chap, certainly. But what is the `thing' when all's
said and done, and what sort of fish are in the kettle? You forget
you've been pattering away to these chaps for the last half-hour, and
except for a word or two, I haven't caught any of it. Even now I don't
know what it's all about."
"These police of yours seem to have been rather playing the fool," was
the direct answer.
He addressed as Inglefield was the sub-inspector in charge of the
Matabele Police, whose camp lay about a mile away. Inglefield was an
English importation, an ex-subaltern in a line regiment, who having
lived at the rate of about double his means for a few years, had, in
common with not a few of his kind, found it necessary to migrate with
the object of "picking up something;" and he had duly "picked up" a
commission in the Matabele Police. Now Inglefield twirled his moustache
and looked annoyed.
"Oh, the police again!" he retorted, somewhat snappishly. "I say, Ames.
Can they by any chance ever do anything right according to you
fellows?"
The two men were seated together outside the hut which Ames used for an
office. In front of them about a dozen Matabele squatted in a
semicircle. One of these--a ringed man--had been speaking at some
length, but the bulk of his conversation was utterly unintelligible to
Inglefield.
"Granting for the sake of argument they never can, it is hardly to be
wondered at," replied Ames, tranquilly. "Their very existence as at
present constituted is a mistake, and may prove a most serious one some
of these days. First of all, the Matabele have never been more than
half conquered, and having given them peace--on not such easy terms,
mind--the first thing we do is to pick out a number of them, arm them,
and teach them to shoot. And such fellows are turned loose to keep
their own crowd in order. Well, it isn't in human nature that the plan
won't lead to ructions, and this is only another of them. I know
natives, Inglefield, and you don't, if you'll excuse my saying so. Now,
every man Jack of your Matabele Police imagines himself a bigger man
than the old indunas of the country before whom he used to shake in his
shoes. And the Matabele won't stand that for ever."
"Oh, come now, Ames, you're putting things rather strong. Besides, we
seem to have heard all that before."
"And so these fellows can swagger around in their uniforms and put on
side, and crow over the old indunas, and bully the crowd at large, and--
what is worse, use their position to pay off old grudges. Which is just
what seems to have been done in the present case."
"The devil it does! Who says so?"
"The man who has been talking the most is Samvu, the brother of Madula,"
went on Ames. "He is here to complain of your men. They appear to have
acted in a pretty high-handed way at Madula's, and the wonder is they
didn't come to blows. You remember what the orders were to Nanzicele?
We gave them conjointly."
"Yes. He was to remind Madula that more cattle were due from him, and
that it is time they were sent in."
"Precisely. Well, what do you think the fellow has been doing? He sent
half his patrol to drive off all Madula's cattle, while he kept the
people of the kraal busy with _indaba_. Even then he seems to have
cheeked the chief and played Harry all round. The wonder is he didn't
bring on a fight. As it was, the whole kraal turned out, and simply ran
all the cattle back again."
"If he did that, of course he exceeded his orders," allowed Inglefield,
albeit somewhat grudgingly. "But how do we know these chaps are not
lying?"
"I don't think they are, but of course we must have a full
investigation. We can begin it this afternoon. It's dinner-time now.
Come in and have a bite, Inglefield."
"No thanks, old chap. I've got something going at the camp, and my cook
will get careless if I keep disappointing him. I'll look round in an
hour or so. But--I say. Why the deuce should Nanzicele--oh, dash it, I
can't get round these infernal clicks!--why should he have played the
fool at that particular kraal?"
"There comes in what I was saying before about paying off old grudges.
He had a squabble about a girl at that very kraal a little while back,
and now sees his chance. Well, so long. We'll go thoroughly into the
thing."
The police officer mounted his horse and rode away in the direction of
the camp, and John Ames, having said a few words to the squatting
Matabele, dismissed them for the present, and turned into the hut which
he used as a dining and general sitting-room. This was a large,
circular hut, rough and ready of aspect outside, with its plastered wall
and high conical thatch, but the interior was not without comfort and
even tastefulness. It was hung around with a dark blue fabric commonly
called by the whites "limbo," being a corruption of the native name
"ulembu," which signifieth "web." Strips of white calico constituted
the ceiling, and thus both thatch and plastered walls being completely
hidden, the interior, hung around with framed photographs and prints,
wore a comfortable and homelike aspect. Two small glass windows let in
light and air when the door was closed, which it seldom was. Four other
huts similarly constructed stood within the compound, doing duty for
office, bedroom, kitchen, and store-house respectively, and the whole
were enclosed by a palisade of woven grass, standing about breast high.
The life was a lonely one, and there were times when John Ames would
feel very tired of it. The place being more than a long day's journey
from anywhere, visitors were few and far between, and beyond Inglefield,
the police sub-inspector, he rarely saw a social equal. Inglefield was
a married man, but his wife, a soured and disappointed person, had made
herself so disagreeable to John Ames on the few occasions they had met,
that the latter had dropped all intercourse which involved associating
with Inglefield at that worthy's own home. If Inglefield wanted to see
him for social purposes, why, he knew his way up; and truth to tell, it
was a way Inglefield not seldom found, for if there is one state more
lonely than the man who lives alone in an out of the way locality, it is
the man who lives in it with an entirely uncongenial partner. But even
with Inglefield the position was occasionally strained, by reason of
their official relations Inglefield thought the force under his command
could do no wrong; Ames knew that it could, and not infrequently did.
The latter sat down to his solitary meal, which on the whole was a good
one; for the game laws were not at that time rigidly enforced, nor had a
combination of rinderpest and prospector decimated the larger kinds; and
steaks of the roan antelope, hot and frizzling, are by no means
despicable. Add to this brown bread and tinned butter, the whole washed
down with a couple of glasses of whisky and aerated water from a
selzogene, and it will be seen that our lonely official did not fare so
badly. The era of "bully" beef and other canned abominations had not
yet set in.
His dinner over, John Ames lit a pipe and adjourned to a cane chair
before his office door to await the appearance of Inglefield. The day
was hot and drowsy, and he wore the light attire customary in Rhodesia--
shirt and trousers to wit, and leather belt--and on his head a
wide-brimmed hat of the "cowboy" order; but the heat notwithstanding, a
shiver ran through his frame, bringing with it a not unwarranted
misgiving.
"This infernal fever again," he said to himself half aloud. "How the
mischief am I going to get through the rainy season? No. I really must
apply for three months' leave, and get to some cool place at the
seaside. If they won't give it me I'll resign. I'm not going to turn
into a premature wreck to please anybody."
There was very little fear of this alternative. John Ames was far too
valuable an official for his superiors to bring themselves to part with
so readily. His thorough knowledge of the natives and their ways, his
consummate tact in dealing with them, and his scrupulous and
unquestionable probity, had already rendered him a man of mark in his
department; but withal it never occurred to him for a moment to
overestimate himself, or that his chances were one whit better than
those of anybody else.
In due course Inglefield arrived, and with him Nanzicele and the squad
of police whose conduct was under investigation. John Ames was attended
by his native messengers--a brace of stalwart Matabele--and, Madula's
people having been convened, the investigation began.
Even here the picturesque element was not wanting. The open space of
the compound was nearly filled; the police ranged in a double file on
the one side, the people of Madula under Samvu, the chief's brother,
squatting in a semicircle on the other. Inglefield occupied a chair
beside John Ames, his orderly behind him, and his interpreter--for his
acquaintance with the language was but scanty--rendering the words of
each witness. And these were legion; and as the hearing progressed,
both sides became more and more excited, to such an extent that when
Nanzicele was making his statement, audible murmurs of dissent and
disgust, among which such epithets as "liar" were not undiscernible,
arose from Samvu's followers. More than once John Ames would intervene,
quiet but decisive; but even his influence seemed strained under the
task of preserving order among these rival bands of savage and slightly
civilised savage.
But Nanzicele had no chance. When it came to cross-questioning him,
Samvu and another ringed man of Madula's simply turned him inside out.
There could be no question but that he had exceeded his orders, and had
acted in a grossly provocative and arbitrary manner, calculated to bring
about serious trouble.
Yet not all at once was this decision arrived at. Inglefield, promptly
sick of the whole thing, would have slurred the proceedings over--
anything to finish them that day--but Ames was built of different stuff.
Calm and judicial, he gave both sides a thoroughly patient hearing, and
the investigation indeed was not concluded until late on the following
day. Then the above decision was arrived at and reported to the proper
quarter, and in the result, it not being his first offence of the kind,
Nanzicele was adjudged to lose his stripes.
There were three parties to whom this decision was exceedingly
unwelcome. The first was represented by the comrades of the degraded
man, who looked up to him on account of the very derelictions which had
brought him into trouble--his high-handed thoroughness, to wit. The
second was Inglefield, who felt that he had lost a particularly smart
non-com., and one that was useful to him in another capacity, for
Nanzicele was a skilful hunter, and could always show his officer where
sport was to be obtained; whereas now, Nanzicele, sulky and reduced to
the ranks, would probably revenge himself by a falling off in this
direction.
The third was Nanzicele himself, and, his fierce and sullen spirit
smouldering with bitter resentment, he inwardly vowed vengeance against
Madula and his following. But greater vengeance still did he vow
against the white race in general, and John Ames in particular. There
was point in this, because he was in a position to suppose that the day
might not be so very far distant when his vow should be repaid to the
uttermost.