Swallow: A Tale of the Great TrekHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Swallow: A Tale of the Great Trek
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Historical fiction; South Africa -- History -- Great Trek, 1836-1840 -- Fiction; Transvaal (South Africa) -- Fiction
Then we consulted together as to what was to be done and decided to
make our way to the house by a longer path which ran through the open
veldt, since we were sure that there, where is no cover, Swart Piet
would not attack us. Ralph, it is true, was for going into the Nek and
attacking him, but, as Jan showed him, such an act would be madness,
for they were many, and we were few; moreover, they could have picked
us off from behind the shelter of the rocks. So we settled to leave him
alone, and that night came home safely, though not without trouble, for
we carried Sihamba the most of the way, and after he grew stiff the
_schimmel_ could only travel at a walking pace. Very soon that horse
recovered, however, for he was a good feeder, and lived to do still
greater service, although for a while his legs were somewhat puffed and
had to be poulticed with cabbage leaves.
Now Jan and Ralph were mad against Swart Piet, and would have brought
him to justice. But this road of justice was full of stones and
mud-holes, since the nearest land-drost, as we call a magistrate, lived
a hundred miles off, and it would not have been easy to persuade Piet
to appear and argue the case before him. Moreover, here again we had no
evidence against the man except that of a simple black fellow, who
would never have been believed, for, in fact, no attack was made upon
us, while that upon Sihamba might very well have been the work of some
of the low Kaffirs that haunt the kloofs, runaway slaves, and other
rascals who desired to steal the fine horse upon which she rode. Also
we learned that our enemy, acting through some agent, had sold his farm
to a stranger for a small sum of money, giving it out that he had no
need of the land, as he was leaving this part of the country.
But if we saw Piet’s face no more, we could still feel the weight of
his hand, since from that time forward we began to suffer from thefts
of cattle and other troubles with the natives, which—so Sihamba learned
in her underground fashion—were instigated by him, working through his
savage tools, while he himself lay hidden far away and in safety. Also
he did us another ill turn—for it was proved that his money was at the
bottom of it—by causing Ralph to be commandeered to serve on some
distant Kaffir expedition, out of which trouble we were obliged to buy
him, and at no small cost.
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