Stories by English Authors: Africa (Selected by Scribners)
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Stories by English Authors: Africa (Selected by Scribners)
Africa -- Fiction; Short stories, English
So in the end Miss Musgrave yielded to the wishes of the community, and
the nightly conclave in the American Bar became so much a thing of the
past that Gustav Werstein was heard to threaten another emigration. The
songs were to the diggers new, and yet not new. There was nothing of the
music-hall type about them; they were nearly all old-fashioned ditties.
She sang to them of “Barbara Allen” and “Sally in our Alley”; she
gave them “Cheer, Boys, Cheer,” and called for a chorus; she sang “The
Message,” “The Arrow and the Song”; and she brought back memories of
other days when Africa was to them a mere geographical expression--of
days when that something had not happened which had sent them away from
home.
Sunday came, the fifth day after her arrival, and it differed from the
usual Sabbath of Big Stone Hole. Sunday had been observed before by
the biggest drinking bout of the week, and a summary settlement of the
previous six days’ disputes. Now, to the huge surprise of the Kaffirs,
and to the still greater surprise of themselves, these diamond-diggers
sang hymns at intervals during the day, and refrained from indulging in
the orthodox carouse till after Miss Musgrave had retired for the night.
It was a wonderful change.
During the next week a fall of earth took place in Tommy Dartmoor’s
claim. Two Kaffirs were killed; and when the proprietor himself was
extricated from the debris of blue clay which held him down, he was
found to have a broken arm, besides other serious injuries.
“Don’t let on to her,” he managed to gasp out to his rescuers, wishing
to spare Miss Musgrave’s nerves a shock.
But she saw the men bearing him to his hut, joined them, and insisted on
being installed as sole nurse forthwith.
Twenty other men would willingly have broken an arm for such a reward;
and the recklessness displayed during the next few days was something
awful. But she saw that too,--little escaped those big blue eyes,--and,
ascribing it to drink, gave a pretty strong lecture on the bibulous
habits of Big Stone Hole, at her next concert.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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