The Cape Peninsula: Pen and Colour Sketches — John Shaqi
The Cape Peninsula: Pen and Colour SketchesHansard, Réné
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The Cape Peninsula: Pen and Colour Sketches
Hansard, Réné
Cape of Good Hope (South Africa) -- Description and travel; Eastern Cape (South Africa) -- Description and travel
14. On the Victoria Road, near Oude Kraal 92
15. Camps Bay, on the Victoria Road 95
16. Hout Bay and Hangberg 97
17. Chapman's Peak and Slang Kop Point from Hout Bay 99
18. At Lakeside, looking towards Constantia 102
19. At Lakeside, looking South-East 103
20. On Fish Hoek Beach, Nord Hoek Mountains in
Distance 105
21. Simonstown Mountains, with Cape Point and Roman
Rock Lighthouses 106
22. Table Mountain from Retreat Flats 110
23. Sand Dunes 112
24. On the Sandhills near Muizenberg 115
25. At the Head of False Bay 118
CHARACTERS
MARINUS and THE WRITER, two slightly sentimental travellers, in modern
dress, generally riding-clothes.
_Immortals._
MYNHEER VAN RIEBEEK, AND ALL THE DUTCH COMMANDERS.
CAPTAIN COOK.
MARION LE ROUX.
MR. AND LADY ANNE BARNARD.
OLD MAN VAN DER POOL.
THE ENGLISH GOVERNORS.
SOME ENGLISH MIDSHIPMEN.
MYNHEER VAN RHEENEN, a brewer.
MR. BARROW, a naturalist.
MONSIEUR LE VAILLANT, a French explorer with a temperament.
LIEUTENANT ABRAHAM SCHUT.
KOLBÉ, a great liar with a sense of humour.
MYNHEER CLOETE, a wealthy farmer,
And some others.
_Chorus._
Hottentots, Bushmen, Saldanhas, Dutch Soldiers and Sailors, English
Soldiers and Sailors, Burghers, Slaves, Market-Gardeners, Wine-Makers,
Fishermen, and ordinary people from 1651 to 1910.
THE CAPE PENINSULA
CHAPTER I
THE CASTLE
Under three purple-flowered trees standing in the Castle courtyard,
one blazing hot morning, we, more sentimentally than travellingly
inclined, sat and rested while a khaki-clothed Tommy wandered round to
find a guide to show us over the old Dutch fort. We thanked Heaven for
his half-heartedness and for some shade. Marinus, fortunately for us
both, smoked his pipe of peace and of Transvaal tobacco, and I opened
the Brass Bottle, which, indeed, is no bottle at all, but, as everyone
not vulgarly inclined knows, a fairy-tale metaphor for one's
imagination. The barometer registered 97° F. in the shade, which is a
perfect state of atmosphere for the fumes of the Brass Bottle, in
which, all mingling with the smoke from Marinus' pipe, the building of
the Castle began.
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