Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.
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"Oh, Kate, Kate," he thought, as he rode into Kafirland after his
wagons, whose chief contents were contraband, "while you are weakly
mourning over your girlish disappointment, you little know the risk your
father is running for your advantage; but you will yet have cause to
thank him for it."
The speculation turned out even better than Tryon had ventured to hope.
The guns and powder arrived unsuspected at the kraal of Kuru, and in the
joy of his heart at obtaining such treasures, the chief was liberal
beyond what the trader had anticipated. The finest ivory and the most
valuable skins were given almost without limit, and Robert Tryon
departed from the kraal a far richer man than he had entered it.
"Oh, Robert Tryon, Robert Tryon!" he murmured, as he mounted his horse,
"you are now a happy and an enviable man, for you have lived to gain all
your ends!" and in his exultation he recked not to obtain them he had
offended against the law, and placed deadly weapons in the hands of
savages.
In the same spirit of self-gratulation he entered his home. There the
sight of Kate's dark mournful eyes, checked his gladness for a moment;
but he rallied quickly, and gayly reproached her with being so sad when
there was such cause for rejoicing, and then he told them his journey
had been most successful, without confiding more.
"The greatest blessing in life, father, is happiness, and that we may
enjoy without riches," said Kate, sadly. Poor girl! she felt that but
for this vaunted wealth, the current of her love had been allowed to
flow on unchecked.
How, then, could she rejoice in the announcement that gave such pleasure
to all the rest? Gold might gild their lot, but it had cast a chill upon
hers, and blighted it: and while they surveyed with pleasure the
transfer of the rich lading of the wagons to the house, Kate Tryon wept
bitterly in her little chamber, with the sound of light laughter from
without ringing in her ears. They laughed, and she wept--and both from
the same cause.
And now Tryon had resolved on relinquishing the trade by which he had
reaped so rich a harvest, and removing himself and family to some place
where their former humble station would be unknown; but ere that could
be done, he must dispose of the immense quantity of Kafir produce in his
house; and with that view he again left Willow Dell for Graham's Town.
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