The Cape and the Kaffirs: A Diary of Five Years' Residence in KaffirlandWard, Mrs.
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The Cape and the Kaffirs: A Diary of Five Years' Residence in Kaffirland
Ward, Mrs.
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878
On the 17th, as we watched the rockets ascending, and the lights
flashing from one end of Graham's Town to the other, I could not help
comparing the circumstances of last year with the present. Then all was
gloom, save when the fires on the hill-tops telegraphed mischief between
the Kaffirs. Now, beacons blazed, the silent heralds of glad tidings;
the very Fingo kraals adjacent to the town sent forth shouts, and
torches flitted from hut to hut. Amongst all this stir, there is
something interesting in recording where Sir Harry Smith was, and how he
was employed, during the rejoicings of the excited populace. Long
before the lights were extinguished, he was up and at work. Three
o'clock on the morning of the 16th found him at his desk, which he
scarcely left till five in the evening. Amid all the din of these
rejoicings for the hero of Aliwal, Colonel Somerset, having conquered
the I'Slambies, and delivered Pato into his Excellency's hands, quietly
rode into town, unnoticed, but not forgotten by those who, eighteen
months before, looked to him for protection and assistance. [See
Appendix I.]
On his Excellency's arrival at Government House, he sent for Sandilla,
whom he addressed in severe terms. Sandilla, of course, admitted, in
the old style, that he had been in error. On Sir Harry asking him who
was now the "Inkosi Enkulu," (Great Chief) of Kaffirland, he, after a
pause, in true Kaffir style, and closely observed by his councillors,
replied "Kreli." At this Sir Harry broke forth, in terms of great
anger. "No!" said the Governor, "I am your paramount chief--I am come
to punish you for your misdoings--your treachery--and your obstinate
folly. You may approach my foot and kiss it, in token of submission,
but not until I see a sincere repentance for the past, will I permit you
to touch my hand."
Sandilla was released from confinement by Sir Harry's order.
Chieftainship, in a Kaffir sense, being abolished, and the ex-chiefs
being invested with a sort of magisterial influence over their people,
checked by British rule, a baton of office was sent to to be placed in
the ground before his hut, side by side with the wand always planted
there as a symbol of authority. His wand is surmounted by a cow's tail,
and marks the chief's residence from the other huts of Kraal. The baton
given by Sir Harry is a stick, with a brass knob at the top of it. A
proclamation, dated the 17th of December, 1847, announced the Keiskama
as the boundary of the Colony. The advantages of such a line of
demarcation, I have before alluded to.
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