South Africa -- Description and travel; South Africa -- History -- 1836-1909; South Africa -- History -- To 1836
We started in our cart with our horses as we thought in grand condition.
While at Pretoria we had been congratulated on the way in which we had
made our purchases and travelled the road surmounting South African
difficulties as though we had been at the work all our lives. We had
refilled our commissariat chest, and with the exception that my
companion had shied a bottle of brandy,--joint property,--at the head of
a dog that would bite him,--not me,--as we were packing the cart, there
had been as yet no misfortune. Our Cape-boy driver had not once been
drunk and nothing material had been lost or broken. We got off at 11
A.M.; and at half past one P.M.,--having travelled about fifteen miles
in the normal two and a half hours,--we spanned out and shared our lunch
with a very hungry-looking Dutchman who squatted himself on his haunches
close to our little fire. He was herding cattle and seemed to be very
poor and hungry. I imagined him to be some unfortunate who was working
for low wages at a distance from his home. But I found him to be the
lord of the soil, the owner of the herd, and the possessor of a
homestead about a mile distant. I have no doubt he would have given me
what he had to give if I had called at his house. As it was he seemed to
be delighted with fried bacon and biscuits, and was aroused almost to
enthusiasm over a little drop of brandy and water.
On our road during this day we stopped at an accommodation house, as it
is called in the country,--or small Inn, kept by an Englishman. Here
before the door I saw flying a flag intended to represent the colours
of the Transvaal Dutch Republic. The Englishman, who was rather drunk
and very civil, apologized for this by explaining that he had his own
patriotic feelings, but that as it was his lot in life to live by the
Boers it was necessary that he should please the Boers. This was,
however, the only flag of the Republic which I saw during my journey
through the country, and I am inclined to think that our countryman had
mistaken the signs of the time. I have however to acknowledge in his
favour that he offered to make us a present of some fresh butter.
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