Incwadi Yami; or, twenty years' personal experience in South AfricaMatthews, J. W. (Josiah Wright)
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Incwadi Yami; or, twenty years' personal experience in South Africa
Matthews, J. W. (Josiah Wright)
Diamond mines and mining -- South Africa; South Africa -- Description and travel
The stories are not without interest, illustrating as they do a certain
phase of humanity, and at the same time possessing the merit of strict
accuracy, as I have carefully excluded any narratives for the truth of
which I am not, so far as is possible in such secret transactions,
personally able to vouch.
While it is true that some slight freemasonry, not to speak of a
frequent exhibition of what might fairly be termed freehanded
generosity, undoubtedly exists or has existed among the fraternity of
the mystic three letters, it must not for one moment be imagined that
their moral sense prevents them cheating each other quite as
remorselessly as the unfortunate digger or shareholder, on whose vitals
they so long have “preyed” without ceasing. Men engaged in this traffic
will rob one another, and there is no honor whatever among thieves of
this class, their standard of morality being low indeed. Creatures of
this type will often descend to any depth to gratify their sensual
pleasure, and to satisfy their greed for gold. Examples have not been
infrequent on the diamond fields of men employing Kafir females, on the
one hand as touts for their infamous trade, and on the other to minister
to the basest lusts of their nature. These unfortunate women are, as a
rule, faithful to their protectors (Heaven save the mark!) combining at
the same time the capacities of mistress, drudge and go-between. Their
life is a terrible one, poor creatures, as this tale will show.
A certain _gentleman_, who boasted of his intimate acquaintance with the
mysteries of one of the gayest capitals in Europe, was living not so
long ago with a smart and not by any means repulsive-looking Fingo
woman. About this time camp fever was very prevalent, and he fell under
its influence. For days, nay, weeks, the disease held him in its grasp,
and as day and night he tossed in wild delirium, hiding himself in the
bedclothes to escape from the imaginary detectives who were conjured up
by his disordered brain, his bedside was but seldom deserted by this
loving example of native fidelity.
His trade connection with the “boys” employed in the mine had, however,
to be kept together, and here it was that the faithful creature showed
the devotion of her nature by running great risks in purchasing diamonds
from the natives who had been in the habit of coming to her paramour.
When this man rose from his bed of sickness, to his astonishment she
presented him with hundreds of carats of valuable diamonds, but my
readers will scarcely credit it when I tell them that no sooner was this
despicable hound able to crawl than he sneaked away to Europe, taking
with him the diamonds that _she_ had bought, and leaving _her_ penniless
to starve or gain her living on the streets.
“Ingratum si dixeris omnia dices.”
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