South Africa -- Description and travel; South Africa -- History -- 1836-1909; South Africa -- History -- To 1836
walked into the Republic with five and twenty policemen and a Union Jack
and had taken possession of it. “Would the inhabitants of the Republic
like to ask me to take it?” So much enquiry he seems to have made. No;
the people by the voice of their parliament declined even to consider so
monstrous a proposition. “Then I shall take it without being asked,”
said Sir Theophilus. And he took it.
That was what had just been done in the Transvaal when my idea of going
to South Africa had ripened itself into a resolution. Clearly there was
an additional reason for going. Here had been done a very high-handed
thing as to which it might be the duty of a Briton travelling with a pen
in his hand to make a strong remonstrance. Or again it might be his duty
to pat that sturdy Briton on the back,--with pen and ink,--and hold his
name up to honour as having been sturdy in a righteous cause. If I had
premeditated a journey to South Africa a year or two since, when South
Africa was certainly not very much in men’s mouths, there was much more
to reconcile me to the idea now that Confederation and the Transvaal
were in every man’s mouth.
But when my enquiries which had at first been general came down to
minute details, when I was warned by one South African friend that the
time I had chosen for my journey was so altogether wrong that I should
be sure to find myself in some improvisioned region between two rivers
of which I should be as unable to repass the one as to pass the other,
and by another that the means of transit through the country were so
rough as to be unfit for any except the very strong,--or very slow; when
I was assured that the time I had allowed myself was insufficient even
to get up to Pretoria and back, I confess that I became alarmed. I shall
never forget the portentous shaking of the head of one young man who
evidently thought that my friends were neglecting me in that I was
allowed to think of such a job of work. Between them all they nearly
scared me. Had I not been ashamed to abandon my plan I think I should
have gone into the city and begged Mr. Donald Currie to absolve me from
responsibility in regard to that comfortable berth which he had promised
to secure for me on board the Caldera.
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