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
"By the way," the major said, "I have got word this morning that the
draft is to be embarked to-morrow instead of next week. They took up a
ship for them yesterday; it seems our men there are worked off their
legs, for the Kaffirs are stealing cattle and horses in all directions,
and the colonists have sent in such a strong letter of complaint to the
Governor that even he thinks the police force on the frontier ought to
be strengthened. Not, of course, that he admits in the slightest that
there is any ground for alarm, or believes for a moment that the Kaffirs
have any evil intentions whatever; still, to reassure the minds of the
settlers, he thinks the troops may as well go forward at once."
"I wish to goodness," the adjutant said, bitterly, "that Sir Harry Smith
would take a cottage for two or three months close to the frontier; it
would not be long before his eyes were opened a little as to the
character and intentions of the Kaffirs."
"It would be a good thing," the major agreed, "but I doubt if even that
would do it till he heard the Kaffirs breaking in his doors; then the
enlightenment would come too late to be of any service to the colony.
By-the-bye, the colonel told me yesterday he should send me forward next
week to see after things. He says that of course if there is any serious
trouble he shall go forward himself."
The following morning the draft of Cape Mounted Rifles embarked on board
a steamer and were taken down to Algoa Bay, and landed at Port
Elizabeth, drenched to the skin by the passage through the tremendous
surf that beats upon the coast, and were marched to some tents which had
been erected for them on a bare sandhill behind the town.
Ronald Mervyn was amused at the variety of the crowd in the straggling
streets of Port Elizabeth. Boer farmers, Hottentots, Malays, and
Fingoes, with complexions varying through every shade of yellow and
brown up to black; some gaily dressed in light cottons, some wrapped in
a simple cowhide or a dirty blanket, many with but little clothing
beyond their brass and copper ornaments.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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