Cape of Good Hope (South Africa) -- Description and travel
(except a very few Caffres) are from the Mozambique—a short, thick-set,
ugly race, with wool in huge masses; but here and there one sees a very
pretty face among the women. The men are beyond belief hideous. There
are all possible crosses—Dutch, Mozambique, Hottentot and English, ‘alles
durcheinander’; then here and there you see that a Chinese or a Bengalee
_a passé par là_. The Malays are also a mixed race, like the Turks—i.e.
they marry women of all sorts and colours, provided they will embrace
Islam. A very nice old fellow who waits here occasionally is married to
an Englishwoman, _ci-devant_ lady’s-maid to a Governor’s wife. I fancy,
too, they brought some Chinese blood with them from Java. I think the
population of Capetown must be the most motley crew in the world.
_Thursday_, May 8_th_.—I sail on Saturday, and go on board to-morrow, so
as not to be hurried off in the early fog. How glad I am to be ‘homeward
bound’ at last, I cannot say. I am very well, and have every prospect of
a pleasant voyage. We are sure to be well found, as the Attorney-General
is on board, and is a very great man, ‘inspiring terror and respect’
here.
S— says we certainly _shall_ put in at St. Helena, so make up your minds
not to see me till I don’t know when. She has been on board fitting up
the cabin to-day. I have _such_ a rug for J—! a mosaic of skins as fine
as marqueterie, done by Damara women, and really beautiful; and a
sheep-skin blanket for you, the essence of warmth and softness. I shall
sleep in mine, and dream of African hill-sides wrapt in a ‘Veld combas’.
The poor little water-tortoises have been killed by drought, and I can’t
get any, but I have the two of my own catching for M—.
Good-bye, dearest mother.
* * * * *
You would have been moved by poor old Abdool Jemaalee’s solemn
benediction when I took leave to-day. He accompanied it with a gross of
oranges and lemons.
LETTER XV
Capetown, Thursday, May 8th.
AT last, after no end of ‘casus’ and ‘discrimina rerum’, I shall sail on
Saturday the 10th, per ship _Camperdown_, for East India Docks.
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