The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of AdventureHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of Adventure
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878 -- Juvenile fiction
"Ah, that question shows you have not been long in the colony," the
settler said. "You know, the Kaffirs live at ordinary times entirely
upon a vegetable diet, but it is their custom upon the approach of war
to eat meat, believing that flesh gives them courage and ferocity.
However, as it was only three weeks ago that the chiefs all swore to be
peaceable and faithful, I hardly think that there's any danger of an
outbreak for some time to come, perhaps not for some months. You see, it
is just midsummer now, and my crops are nearly fit for cutting. I sent
most of my cattle away a fortnight since, and when I have got my crops
in I shall shut up the house and move into Grahamstown. We have many
friends there, and shall stop there until we see what comes of this
business, and when it is all over I shall dispose of my farm. I do not
think there is any real danger here. We have always been on excellent
terms with the natives, and Anta, who is chief of the tribe in this
part, often comes down here and begs a bottle of Cape smoke or a pound
of tobacco. He has smoked many a pipe in this room, and treacherous as
the people are, I cannot think that he would allow his men to do us any
harm. He generally addresses me as his white brother."
An active conversation was at the same time going on between the other
guests, who were discussing the farm at which it would be best for
neighbours to assemble in case of attack. The settler, whose name was
Armstrong, had placed Ronald next himself, while his comrade was at the
other end of the table, these being the only seats vacant at the table
when they entered. Ronald and the settler chatted quietly together for
some time. Mary Armstrong, who had taken her place leaning on the back
of her father's chair, when she had seen the guests attended to,
occasionally joined in.
Mr. Armstrong was pleased with his guest.
"I hope next time when you ride over in this direction you will call in
again," he said. "I can assure you that we shall be heartily glad to see
you, and, if you can get leave off duty for a night, to put you up. It
is a real pleasure to me to have a chat with some one fresh from
England, and to hear how things look after all these years. Why, I shall
hardly know the country again, cut up as it seems to be with these
railways."
After the meal was over, Ronald and his friend rode back to their
quarters.
"That's a nice-looking little girl," the trooper said, as they rode away
from the house; "they say her father is the richest man in these parts,
and that he owns a lot of property at the Cape. If I were him I should
live there instead of in this out-of-the-way place."
"I suppose he is fond of a country life," Ronald replied, ignoring the
first part of the remark; "I should think that society in Cape Town is
not very interesting."
"I don't know that," the other replied. "I know that if I had money
enough to settle down there you wouldn't find me many hours knocking
about here as a trooper."
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