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
The sun had not risen very high before the hunting party was astir and
preparing to return to the kraal. The head of the elephant was left
where it was to decompose, which, under such a sun, it would not take
long doing, when the tusks could easily be removed. It may appear
strange that so valuable a portion of the animal should be left
unguarded in the bush; but there is a great amount of honour between
Kaffir hunters, and each strictly respects the mark of the other. The
Kaffir whose property they had become by right of the first wound--
though the chief being present I found they were to be presented to
him--was a great hunter, as could be seen by the leopard tails which
formed his aprons and the teeth of wild beasts of which his necklaces
and bracelets were composed; for in Caffraria, if a man wants to dress
in these much-prized ornaments, he cannot purchase them, but must first
slay their natural possessors. So proud is the hunter of these trophies
of his prowess, that he will rarely part with them save to his chief or
the exacting witch-doctor.
On nearing the kraal I remarked a sudden change in my companions'
manner, which I could not but attribute to the appearance of, or signs
made by, some Kaffirs who stood at the entrance to the huts, evidently
watching for our return, for no sooner did we come in sight than they
advanced towards us. As they approached, I saw that they were divested
of all ornaments, while they wore the oldest aprons and karosses they
possessed. Guessing there must be some cause for this, I awaited the
result with much curiosity.
The two parties had now advanced near enough to exchange sentences, and
no sooner were the first uttered than a mournfully dolorous cry arose
from the hunters, who frantically began tearing off their ornaments,
even to the Chief Metilulu, who, instantly taking the lead, hurried on
as fast as his obesity would permit.
Remembering how the Jews of old, on the illness or death of those dear
to them, rent their garments and cast dust upon their heads, I could not
help fancying that this removal of all decorations, accompanied by the
cries of sorrow, must be occasioned by the same cause, and making my way
to Tugela, I put the question as to the reason of the sudden change in
the hunters to him.
He answered that during our absence Anzutu had been taken much worse,
and was not expected to recover. He told me this in a round-about way,
for the Kaffir avoids the word "death" as an Englishman might the
plague, and it is not considered etiquette to mention it ever in a
chief's presence. Though a Kaffir has no idea of time, and regards his
life as not his own, but his chief's, who may order his execution at,
any moment he please yet they, greatly dread death when it comes
naturally, and would give anything, to conceal those precursors to old
age--grey hairs.
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