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
"We have had fifty cattle driven off in the night," she said, "and some
of the neighbours have followed the trail. I am riding over to report
the fact to your officer."
"We can report it," Ronald said, "and save you the trouble of riding
further; but if you like we will ride back with you first, and see if we
can be of any service."
"I am afraid it will be no use," the girl said; "they will be in the
woods before they can be overtaken, and then, you know, there will be
nothing to do but to report where their trail ended and wait for the
chance of getting compensation from the chief."
By this time they were galloping back with her. The tale was similar to
scores of others they had heard since their arrival in the valley, and
they knew that there was but slight chance of recovering the trail, the
order being stringent that they were on no account to enter the bush.
The cattle, therefore, were as good as lost, for all were well aware
that in the present state of things there was but little prospect of
receiving compensation from the chief. The party found, indeed, upon
their arrival at the farmhouse, which was a large and comfortable one,
and furnished in English style, that the neighbours had returned, having
traced the spoor of the stolen cattle up to the edge of the bush.
The farmer came out to the door as his daughter rode up.
"Come in," he said to the troopers, "and have some refreshment. The
rascals have got away again. I expect that they are some of my old
servants, for they knew the trick of the fastenings I have had put to
the gate of the cattle-kraal, which would certainly have puzzled any of
the Kaffirs. Now sit down and make yourselves at home."
The other settlers were already seated at the table that the Hottentots
or, as they were always called, "tottie" servants, had laid with a
profusion of food. The young lady, still in her blue riding-habit, did
not sit down to the table, but moved about, seeing that the "tottie"
girls attended to the wants of the guests. She was, Ronald thought,
about eighteen years old, and had the graceful, active figure so common
among girls who spend much of their time on horseback. She was
strikingly pretty, and her expression of delicacy and refinement was
unusual among the daughters of the colonial farmers. This he was not
surprised at, when he glanced at her father, who was a fine-looking man,
with a gray moustache.
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