The Cape and the Kaffirs: A Diary of Five Years' Residence in KaffirlandWard, Mrs.
History
The Cape and the Kaffirs: A Diary of Five Years' Residence in Kaffirland
Ward, Mrs.
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878
Mother and son had retired from the great crowd to a little drift in a
hollow. They were sent for, and obeyed the summons. The dense
semicircular mass opened in the centre, and the lame Chief and Sutu
entered the area. Some Kaffirs were disposed for a moment to press
inward; but a low murmur went round, and those in front seated
themselves the moment the young Gaika and his mother took their places
at the head of the line of Chiefs. There was then a silence among the
multitude, and the Governor addressed them, every word he uttered being
carefully translated by Mr Shepstone.
Previously to his Excellency's address, two large staves were brought
forward, one was surmounted by a brass knob, the other was a Serjeant's
halbert. These Sir Harry Smith planted on each side of him as symbols
of peace and war.
He opened his speech with bitter reproaches against the Kaffirs for
their treachery and violence, upbraiding them for their faithlessness
while he scorned them for their folly.
He told them the Queen of England had sent him to Africa to put a stop
to their violence, and to organise the country over which they had so
ruthlessly stalked as destroyers. Pointing to the staves, he called on
them to advance, and to take their choice of peace or war. It mattered
not to him, they might fight, but he _would_ conquer them: he _would_ be
Chief. They had seen already how the troops of England could harass
them; the grasp and vengeance of England could never be eluded. "You,
Sutu," said his Excellency, "I call upon you to come forward, and make
your choice, by touching one staff or the other."
Sutu advanced, and, placing her hand on the staff of peace, her example
was followed by all the rest in succession. As Stock approached, his
Excellency exclaimed, "Stock, son of Eno! is not your sleep disturbed by
evil spirits, as a punishment for the contempt with which you treated
your father's last words?--And for you, Pato, Colonel Somerset has taken
you out of the bush this time: you may thank him for your life; had I
been there, you should have lost your head." [Note 1.]
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