Hair-Breadth Escapes: The Adventures of Three Boys in South AfricaAdams, H. C. (Henry Cadwallader)
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Hair-Breadth Escapes: The Adventures of Three Boys in South Africa
Adams, H. C. (Henry Cadwallader)
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Hunting -- Juvenile fiction; South Africa -- Juvenile fiction
"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!"
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