Adventure stories; Clergy -- Fiction; Scots -- South Africa -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction; Zulu (African people) -- Fiction
“The thing to remember is that all these little empires thought
themselves the successors of Prester John. It took me a long time to
find this out, and I have spent days in the best libraries in Europe
over it. They all looked back to a great king in the north, whom they
called by about twenty different names. They had forgotten about his
Christianity, but they remembered that he was a conqueror.
“Well, to make a long story short, Monomotapa disappeared in time, and
fresh tribes came down from the north, and pushed right down to Natal
and the Cape. That is how the Zulus first appeared. They brought with
them the story of Prester John, but by this time it had ceased to be a
historical memory, and had become a religious cult. They worshipped a
great Power who had been their ancestor, and the favourite Zulu word
for him was Umkulunkulu. The belief was perverted into fifty different
forms, but this was the central creed—that Umkulunkulu had been the
father of the tribe, and was alive as a spirit to watch over them.
“They brought more than a creed with them. Somehow or other, some
fetich had descended from Prester John by way of the Mazimba and Angoni
and Makaranga. What it is I do not know, but it was always in the hands
of the tribe which for the moment held the leadership. The great native
wars of the sixteenth century, which you can read about in the
Portuguese historians, were not for territory but for leadership, and
mainly for the possession of this fetich. Anyhow, we know that the
Zulus brought it down with them. They called it _Ndhlondhlo_, which
means the Great Snake, but I don’t suppose that it was any kind of
snake. The snake was their totem, and they would naturally call their
most sacred possession after it.
“Now I will tell you a thing that few know. You have heard of Tchaka.
He was a sort of black Napoleon early in the last century, and he made
the Zulus the paramount power in South Africa, slaughtering about two
million souls to accomplish it. Well, he had the fetich, whatever it
was, and it was believed that he owed his conquests to it. Mosilikatse
tried to steal it, and that was why he had to fly to Matabeleland. But
with Tchaka it disappeared. Dingaan did not have it, nor Panda, and
Cetewayo never got it, though he searched the length and breadth of the
country for it. It had gone out of existence, and with it the chance of
a Kaffir empire.”
Captain Arcoll got up to light his pipe, and I noticed that his face
was grave. He was not telling us this yarn for our amusement.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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