The Ruined Cities of ZululandWalmsley, Hugh Mulleneux
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The Ruined Cities of Zululand
Walmsley, Hugh Mulleneux
South Africa -- Description and travel; Zululand (South Africa)
It was no easy task; for the accumulation of fallen masonry, and the
dense growth of the brush, rendered it often necessary for the onward
path to be cleared by the use of the knife. The whole mass appeared at
one time to have been encircled by a wall, now fallen, the entrances to
which could be distinctly traced, and this confirmed the report which,
had been gathered by the missionaries of Santa Lucia Bay.
Slowly the two forced their way towards the vast ruined mound they were
striving to gain, often stumbling and falling among the loose stones and
treacherous creepers.
A crowd of half-fallen passages led away to right and left, terminating
in what appeared to be a court-yard, in which were the remains of
pillars of stone.
"There has once been carved work on these pillars, Hughes," said the
missionary, as they paused, breathless with their exertions, before a
mighty column. "The action of ages has worn it away."
"And what is more singular," replied Hughes, who now seemed as much
interested in the ruins as his comrade, "no mortar of any kind appears
to have been used, the massive stones fitting into one another exactly."
"This temple or palace has stood upon a kind of platform of masonry,"
remarked the missionary, "with broad steps leading up to it. What a
commanding object it must then have been."
"The difficulty will be to climb what was once the flight of steps,"
said Hughes. "I don't see how we can manage it."
Slinging their rifles behind them, and after many failures, the two
helping each other from time to time, and taking advantage of every
projection, stood at last on the raised platform on which the building
had rested. Below them ran a maze of crumbled galleries and
court-yards: and wherever the eye could penetrate, mounds of fallen
masonry cropped up amidst the dense forest growth.
The vast ruin itself was now a shapeless mass, being utterly broken and
defaced. The top of the mound was overgrown by bush, interlaced with
creeping plants, and, as using their knives, the two cut their way
onward, the light of day penetrated feebly into a ruined chamber of vast
size. A dead silence reigned therein, and as they paused at the
entrance and looked back on the scene which lay below, perhaps the first
Europeans who had stood on that weird spot for many ages, the missionary
could not but feel dispirited.
"The day-dream of my life realised. I stand among the ruins of the
cities of old; but where they begin, or where they end I know not. The
forest has re-asserted her old rights, torn from her by the hand of
civilisation," he remarked.
"Look where you will there is nothing to be seen but broken mounds and
tottering walls; it would require a brigade of men and years of work to
clear these ruins," replied Hughes.
"Yes, the extent of them is a mystery at present. We can but affirm
their existence. What a deep dead silence hangs over the spot. Let us
go on."
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