The Empire Makers: A Romance of Adventure and War in South Africa
David Hume · en
At Mafeking our heroes received their final instructions, and were
metamorphosed into three large-boned, amazonian young women, more
awe-inspiring than beautiful to look upon. They were costumed in a
homely fashion, as they were acting the character of domestic servants.
Under this disguise they passed scrutiny and were not suspected by their
fellow-passengers. Tall women are by no means a novelty nowadays, nor
are awkward and masculine women, since bicycles and feminine athletics
are the vogue. Indeed, to find a gentle, soft-voiced, graceful, and
retiring lady traveller is now the exception rather than the rule.
Therefore, when our heroes forgot their acting and took big leaps in and
out of carriage doors, or crossed their legs and their arms, it did not
strike any one as peculiar behaviour. Women of this generation do all
that men were at one time only privileged to do. They raise their
dresses and plant their feet on the cushioned seats opposite them, and
do all sorts of things that were at one time supposed to be most
indelicate. Our heroes, being well-bred, gentlemanly young fellows,
conducted themselves a great deal more decorously than the majority of
nineteenth-century ladies would have behaved. Indeed, their native
politeness made them appear singularly superior servant-girls.
They left their treasures with Dr Jim to bank for them at Mafeking, and
went on together as far as Bloemfontein, in the Orange Free State.
They had changed trains at De Aar, and again at Tuur Berg for the Boer
line.
At Bloemfontein the first of their partings took place, where Fred went
off.
Ned and Clarence felt a bit melancholy when they said good-bye to their
faithful and long-tried chum. They reckoned that some fighting had to
be done before they were re-united, if ever they were. If it could have
been managed they would have liked to do the fighting in company, yet as
it could not be so, they bore the parting bravely.
As the pair crossed the border at Viljoen's Drift, and saw the train
boarded by the hateful Boers, they felt the old rage again possess them,
which had so long been almost forgotten. These arrogant, uncouth
bullies, who treated male and female with the same rough brutality, made
them clench their teeth and draw their brows together until they looked
very forbidding females indeed.