Richard Galbraith, Mariner; Or, Life among the KaffirsPhillips, E. W. (Emma Watts)
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Richard Galbraith, Mariner; Or, Life among the Kaffirs
Phillips, E. W. (Emma Watts)
Shipwrecks -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction
I speedily answered no, to this dangerous accusation, and pointing to my
tattered clothes explained how the sea had torn me and them. Then I
begged him to tell the great chief how I threw myself upon his mercy and
hospitality trusting that he would not treat as an enemy a poor
shipwrecked mariner such as I, who really was not one; and that could he
pass me over to an European settlement, I should be sincerely grateful;
but if he kept me prisoner, he must--I would bow to his decree, yet I
hoped he, so brave a warrior, would not think it necessary to take my
life, as my coming on the coast was, no fault of mine, neither was it to
do him wrong.
I made my words and manner as eloquent as I could, and fancied even
before my speech was interpreted to him that I had made an effect.
With much anxiety I listened for the reply. It came--
"The Great Elephant says he cannot send you to a settlement. They are
far distance with much bush, much danger between--you must remain his
prisoner. If you are peaceful, in his great mercy, he gives you your
life; if not, you must die."
Upon this I knelt and bowed low in token of gratitude, then awaited what
was to come next, which was that the following day the chief and his
councillors would hear me give an account of the land I had come from,
meanwhile, my place must be with the "boys," who should be ordered not
to ill-treat me, but who also should receive positive commands to pierce
me with their assagais the instant I showed the least intention of
escaping. Again I made my obeisance, and rising, prepared to take my
leave with my guards. I once had it on my lips to mention the close
proximity of my companions, yet, on second thoughts I remained silent,
for despite my present good luck, I felt certain that the least thing
might prove my death-warrant with the great chief, such as a raid of the
Dutch Boers, of whom by their desire to know if I were a spy of theirs,
and the frequent repetition of the name, I fancied they stood in no
small dread.
Therefore I held my tongue, as I certainly did not feel very easy in my
mind in regard to my ultimate fate.
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