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
"I have no doubt you are right," said Lavie. "They have taken us by
surprise; and without arms we could do nothing against their superior
numbers. The less we say or do the better, until we reach their
village. Is it far off, do you suppose?"
"I can't quite tell where we are. But I should think five or six days'
journey. Well, since you agree with me in the matter, I will tell them
we are ready to start."
The Kaffir, who seemed the chief of the party, received this intimation
with evident satisfaction. It was plain that, although he was
determined, if he could, to take the missionary with him, and considered
that the presence of the rest of the party would be acceptable to the
chief, he was more than half afraid of the Englishmen, and would have
been very unwilling to employ force. He gave orders to his companions
to set out without loss of time, and in another quarter of an hour they
were on their way. Kamo, as the leader was called, walked first, and
carried De Walden's rifle, the prisoners, all five together, following,
and the rest of the blacks, seven in number, occupying their flank and
rear.
De Walden's calculations proved to be very nearly correct. On the
evening of the sixth day, the travellers could perceive from the
demeanour of their conductors, that they were approaching their
destination. A halt was made about an hour before sunset, and two of
the Kaffirs set forward, carrying the rifles and other articles taken
from the English. In rather more than half an hour afterwards they
returned, accompanied by a considerable number of their countrymen,
carrying clubs, bows, and assegais, and evidently designed as a guard of
honour. They formed themselves into a sort of procession, five Kaffirs
in front with clubs and shields; then the whites in Indian file, with
two blacks on either side of each one of them, and the remainder of the
savages bringing up the rear.
In this order, about a quarter of an hour subsequently, they entered the
Kaffir kraal; which was in some respects very like, but in others
different from, that of the Hottentots. The huts were not built in the
same regular order, as in the instance of the latter, and they were
entirely composed of wicker-work besmeared with clay. Small too as had
been the amount of cleanliness and order observable among the
Hottentots, there was even less here. On the other hand, there were
tokens of superior civilisation to be discerned on every side. There
were large fields of Indian corn (or mealies as they were called), which
were carefully fenced in, and now nearly ripe for harvest. There were
gardens, too, in which pumpkins and sugar-canes grew. Before almost
every door stood wicker baskets, earthenware pans, and iron or copper
bowls and pails--all evidently of domestic manufacture. One of the
largest huts seemed to be that of the village smith, and he and his
assistant were at work, engaged in hammering an axe head.
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