The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of AdventureHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of Adventure
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878 -- Juvenile fiction
"They seem smart fellows, and well up to their duty. So far as I can see
they are just the sort of men for border police work."
"Yes," Mr. Armstrong agreed, "on any other border but this. To my mind
they are much too closely related to the fellows in the bush to be
trustworthy. They are all well enough for following up a trail or
arresting a stray thief, and would, I dare say, be quite reliable if
opposed to any tribe to which they were not akin, but I doubt whether
they will stand to us if there is trouble with Sandilli, Macomo, and the
rest of them. You see how powerful the influence of these chiefs is.
When the order came, pretty nearly every Kaffir in this colony left
instantly, many of them leaving considerable arrears of wages behind. If
the tribal tie is so strong that men entirely beyond the reach of their
chief come home the instant they are summoned, how can it be expected
that the Kaffirs in this police force will fight against their own
kindred?"
"It does not seem reasonable to expect such a thing, certainly," Ronald
agreed. "I cannot think myself why they did not raise the force among
the Fingoes. They are just as fine a race as the Kaffirs, and speak the
same language, and yet they are bitterly hostile to them."
"Yes, it would have been better," Mr. Armstrong said. "I think that
there was a prejudice against the Fingoes in the first place. They were
not a powerful people like the Gaikas and Galegas and Basutos. A good
many of them had escaped from the chiefs who held them in subjection,
and came in and loafed about the colony. As all Kaffirs are given to
thieving and drunkenness whenever they get the chance, the colonists
looked down upon them more than upon the other natives. Not that there
is any reason for their doing so, except that they saw more of them, for
all the Kaffirs are the same in that respect."
"Do you think it is safe stopping here, Mr. Armstrong?" Ronald asked.
They had been talking of the various cattle-stealing raids that had
taken place at various points of the frontier.
"I still think so for the present. By New Year's Day I shall have got my
crops in, and then I will go into town, as I told you I would; but in
the meantime five or six of our nearest neighbours have agreed to move
in here; I have the largest farm hereabout, and we could stand a stout
siege."
"I am glad to hear that, Mr. Armstrong; the same thing has been done in
a good many places and in that way you should be quite safe. I quite
think the Kaffirs capable of coming down in small parties and attacking
isolated houses, and murdering their occupants; but after their late
protestations of fidelity, I cannot believe that the chiefs would permit
anything like large parties to sally out to make war."
"That is my idea. But they are treacherous hounds, and there is never
any trusting them."
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