'Tween Snow and Fire: A Tale of the Last Kafir WarMitford, Bertram
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'Tween Snow and Fire: A Tale of the Last Kafir War
Mitford, Bertram
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878 -- Fiction
It may not here be out of place to offer a word of explanation as to the
extraordinarily cordial relations existing between Eustace Milne and his
barbarian neighbours. A student of nature all the world over, he had
rejoiced in finding ready to his hand so promising a subject as this
fine race of savages, dwelling in close proximity to, and indeed in and
among, the abodes of the white colonists, and instead of learning to
look upon the Kafirs as so many more or less troublesome and indifferent
farm servants, actual stock-lifters and potential foemen, he had started
by recognising their many good qualities and resolving to make a
complete study of the race and its characteristics. And this he had
effected, with the thoroughness which marked everything he undertook. A
quick linguist, he soon mastered the rather difficult, but melodious and
expressive Xosa tongue, in which long and frequent conversations with
its speakers had by this time rendered him nearly perfect; a man of keen
intellect, he could hold his own in argument with any of these people,
who, on subjects within the scope of their acquaintance, are about the
shrewdest debaters in the world. His cool deliberation of speech and
soundness of judgment commanded their abundant respect, and the friendly
and disinterested feeling which he invariably evinced towards them being
once understood and appreciated, a very genuine liking sprang up on both
sides.
Of course all this did not pass unnoticed by his white acquaintances and
neighbours--who were wont to look upon him as an eccentricity in
consequence, and to chaff him a good deal about his "blanket friends,"
or ask him when he expected to be in the Cabinet as Secretary for Native
Affairs. A few of the more ill-natured would sneer occasionally, his
cousin among the latter. But Eustace Milne could take chaff with
perfect equanimity, and as for the approval or disapproval of anybody he
regarded it not one whit.
Stay--of anybody? Yes--of one.
And that approval he had gained to the full. Eanswyth, watching her
cousin during the year that he had been living with them, had felt her
regard and respect for him deepen more and more. Many a time had his
judgment and tact availed to settle matters of serious difficulty and,
of late, actual peril, brought about by the hot-headed imperiousness of
her husband in his dealings with the natives. Living a year beneath the
same roof with anybody in ordinary work-a-day intercourse affords the
best possible opportunity of studying the character of that person.
Eanswyth, we say, had so studied the character of her husband's cousin
and had pronounced it well-nigh flawless. But of this more elsewhere.
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"Who are those people, Ncanduku?" said Eustace, after a few preliminary
puffs in silence. "Except yourself and Sikuni here, they are all
strangers to me. I do not seem to know one of their faces."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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