South Africa -- Description and travel; South Africa -- History -- 1836-1909; South Africa -- History -- To 1836
There was to have been a cart to take us; but the horse had not chosen
to be caught, and we walked to the ferry. Then, at the other side, at
Belvidere, the wicked eggs would not get themselves boiled for an hour,
though breakfast at an appointed time, 6 A.M., had been solemnly
promised to us. Everything about the George and the Knysna gratified me
much. But here, as elsewhere in South Africa, punctuality is not among
the virtues of the people. Six o’clock means seven, or perhaps twenty
minutes after seven. If a man promises to be with you at nine, he thinks
that he has done pretty well if he comes between ten and eleven. I have
frequently been told that a public conveyance would start at four in the
morning,--or at five, as it might be,--and then have had to walk about
for half an hour before a horse has made its appearance. And it is
impossible for a stranger to discount this irregularity, so as to take
advantage of it. It requires the experience of a life to ascertain what
five o’clock will mean in one place, and what in another. When the
traveller is assured that he certainly will be left behind if he be not
up an hour before dawn, he will get up, though he knows that it will be
in vain. The long minutes that I have passed, during my late travels,
out in the grey dawn, regretting the bed from which I have been
uselessly torn, have been generally devoted to loud inward assertions
that South Africa can never do any good in the world till she learns to
be more punctual. But we got our breakfast at Belvidere at last, and
returned triumphantly with our four mules to George.
In the neighbourhood of George there is a mission station called
Pacaltsdorp, for Hottentots, than which I can imagine nothing to be less
efficient for any useful purpose. About 500 of these people live in a
village,--or straggling community,--in which they have huts and about an
acre of land for each family. There is a church attached to the place
with a Minister, but when I visited the place there was no school. The
stipend of the minister is paid by some missionary society at home, and
it would seem that it is supported chiefly because for many years past
it has been supported.
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