Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 71, No. 437, March 1852Various
General
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 71, No. 437, March 1852
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
"He turns out of bed about eleven, huddles on a pair of
trousers, with the shirt he slept in; thrusts his feet into a
pair of shoes, pulls a wide-awake hat over his head, and his
toilet is complete. He then sticks a short pipe into his mouth,
loiters about the homestead, and talks to Hottentots not _more_
lazy than himself, from the simple reason that _that_ were
impossible; takes a cup of coffee, and perhaps a chop; smokes
and dozes away the whole day; looks at the sheep as they come
home in the evening; 'slangs' the herds, eats mutton again, and
calls it 'dinner;' smokes again, and drinks '_smoke_,' (Cape
Smoke is a sort of brandy;) pulls off his shoes, hat, and nether
garments, and turns in again, to snooze till eleven the next
day, and then gets up, and goes through the same process once
more."
When the white man sets such example, what can be expected from the
black? The Hottentots are the general servants of the colony, both
farm and domestic, at least in all the eastern districts. Shocking
bad ones they are, but yet they get good wages, abundant food, and
are engaged without being asked for a character, which indeed were
superfluous trouble, one very bad one fitting them all.
"A Hottentot," says Mr Cole, "is the most improvident, lazy
animal on the face of the earth. He will work for a month, and,
as soon as he has pocketed his wages, leave his master, and be
drunk whilst he has a solitary sixpence left. He is a living
paradox; a drunkard, and a thief, and yet one that can practise
abstinence, and never rob his master. Sometimes you may trust
him with anything of any value, whilst in your service, and he
will not pick and steal. After he has left you, he will as soon
appropriate your Wellingtons (if he calls to see his successor
in office) as wear his own shoes. He is the dirtiest fellow on
earth, and will clean neither your rooms, your boots, nor your
knives and forks, unless you are eternally driving him to his
work; yet he will wash his hands with the utmost care before he
touches the food he is preparing for your dinner, though he has
the greatest natural antipathy to the contact of cold water."
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