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 was not wrong; he soon made his appearance, his face bright and
smiling--an expression I had noted on several Kaffir features as they
passed my hut. This gave me much confidence; for I felt we had become
such good friends that he would not smile did evil threaten me; so, with
a sensation of relief, I bade him welcome, and asked the news. He
replied upon a subject very different to that I was thinking about.
"The great chief Metilulu," he said, "has ordered the elephant hunt to
take place to-morrow, and I came to tell you."
"To-morrow!" I exclaimed; "I thought Metilulu intended to be present
himself."
"He will be so."
"But the illness of his wife."
"Why should a woman keep the great chief from his pleasure?" responded
Tugela, in a tone of contempt at the idea; "but Anzutu is better."
"Better! I am delighted."
"No sooner had the wizard suffered," said Tugela innocently, "than
Anzutu grew better. Had the charm not been found, she would have died."
He spoke this so seriously that I dared not express my doubt upon the
point; yet I could not refrain from saying--
"But supposing, Tugela, the witch-doctor had selected another as the
wizard."
"He would not, because the one he discovered was the right man."
"Possibly; yet each Kaffir, I fancied, looked as if he feared the
selection might fall upon himself."
"Because they are all aware of the power of the witch-doctor. He knows
more than we do," said Tugela, with evidently a firm belief in his
words. "The one he selected was the right one," he added, "for, see,
has not Anzutu recovered?"
I saw no arguments of mine would shake Tugela's faith in the terrible
superstition which gave such an awful power to the ignorant men who
possessed it, so dropped the subject, and began to ask him respecting
the hunt of the next morning. He told me that the footprint of a
majestic elephant had been discovered some days back, and the Kaffirs
were all eager to track it.
"Some days back," I said; "will they be able to discover it again?"
"Certainly. We Kaffirs have a way so as never to forget the track of an
elephant."
He had begun to induct me into the method, when he was suddenly
interrupted by a great hubbub without. He instantly started to the
door, and I followed.
The bridegroom of the previous day stood outside, surrounded by a number
of Kaffirs, to whom he was angrily gesticulating. Not being able to
understand his harangue, I had to wait till I got it second-hand from
Tugela, who told me that the bridegroom's wives had that afternoon gone
out gathering wood in the bush; but when the husband had returned, he
had found all his wives at home save the youngest, whom he had paid so
many cows for the previous day; while his questions respecting her
whereabouts had elicited no satisfactory answers, though he had had
liberal recourse to stick.
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