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
He stepped up to the place where the four travellers were resting
themselves on a heap of skins, and reported to them Chuma's proposal.
"On the whole," he added, "I should advise you to accept it. I know how
suspicious these Bechuanas are. Never practising anything like truthful
and fair dealing themselves, they are incapable of believing that any
one else can do so. If you refuse, your refusal will be imputed to some
sinister designs which you are secretly cherishing; and Chuma is fully
capable of relieving himself from all immediate anxiety by putting the
whole party to death."
"I quite see that," said Lavie. "The only alternative is attempting to
escape, and the chances are greatly against our succeeding in that. In
any case," he mentally added, "such a step would bring ruin and death on
you. No," he resumed, "we must certainly close with Chuma's offer. The
only question is, which of us is to be the one to go."
"You must not choose me," said Gilbert. "I should only make a mess of
it."
"I would go," said Frank, "but I do not think I am strong enough yet to
attempt such a journey."
"And I would rather not leave Mr De Walden," added Warley. "You had
better go yourself, Charles. You are in every way better fitted to
manage the business."
"I should not object," said Lavie, "but I do not like to leave you in
the hands of these treacherous savages."
"You leave us under Mr De Walden's care," rejoined Warley, "and I, for
one, can fully trust to that."
After some further discussion, it was so arranged. Chuma was informed
that his terms were accepted; and on the following day the doctor,
having taken an affectionate farewell of his young companions, set out
for Cape Town with Kama and another Bechuana for his guides; while the
others prepared themselves to endure, as patiently as they could, the
long weeks of waiting which must inevitably ensue.
"Are these Kaffirs utterly without the idea of God, as people say they
are?" asked Ernest one day of Mr De Walden, about a week after their
friends, departure. "I was talking one day to a gentleman on board the
_Hooghly_, who seemed to be well acquainted with them, and he declared
that they had positively no religion at all. But another gentleman
differed from him, and was going on, I believe, to produce some proofs
to the contrary, but the conversation was broken off. I should like to
know what you would say on the subject."
"They have no _religion_ in the proper sense of the word," answered the
elder man. "No sense of connection, that is to say, with a Being
infinitely powerful and good, who made and sustains them, and to whom
they are accountable. It is this that constitutes a religion, and of
this they know nothing. But they are extremely _superstitious_. They
believe in the existence of Evil Spirits, who have alike the power and
the will to afflict and torment them. To these they attribute every
disaster or suffering which may befall them."
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