The Stronger Influence — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Stronger Influence
John Stuart Mill · en
The old gentleman smiled whimsically at Esme over his wife's drooping
head. The girl, feeling that an understanding was established, returned
the smile, and then gave her attention to the scenery, which was new to
her and which, in its wild beauty, with the tangle of trees below and
the green luxuriance of the mountain road revealing ever fresh and
greater beauties the higher they climbed it, held her in silent wonder
at the surprising incongruities of this great country which is Africa; a
country of amazing contrasts, in parts a tangle of luxuriant vegetation,
in other parts sterile and savage in the stark nakedness of the land.
She had seen something of its sterility, not much; and, save for a brief
view of the Cape Peninsular, she had not seen a great deal of its beauty
either. The wild green splendour of this mountain journey she found
restful and pleasantly stimulating. The air was cooler than in the
plains. A soft wind blew furtively down from the heights and met them
as they toiled upward in the hot sunshine behind the panting team. The
horses' sides were dark and damp with sweat; foam flecked their chests
and the greasy leather of the loosened reins. But they kept doggedly
on. They were used to the journey, and the end of the journey promised
rest. The beat of their hoofs upon the road, the rumbling of the cart,
were the only sounds to disturb the stillness. No bird winged its
flight across the quivering blue; there was no song of bird from the
bush, no sign of any life, save for a number of grey monkeys which
infested the trees lower down: these were left behind as the cart
travelled upward. But down in the black-green depths of the
undergrowth, moving noiselessly and unseen, countless insects and
reptiles pursued their busy way; and the boomslaang wound its heavy
brown coils around the limbs of trees.
Esme leaned back against the hot cushions of the cart and looked about
her with quiet enjoyment. Despite fatigue and the weariness behind her
eyes caused by the hard brightness of the day, she experienced a feeling
of exhilaration. Every sense was on the alert to note and appreciate
each fresh beauty along the rugged road. The scenery became tamer as
the ascent was neared. Coarse grass and stunted bush took the place of
the massed foliage of the trees. The land at the summit was flat and
shadeless. But the air was light and wonderfully invigorating; and
patches of green showed in places where the land dipped abruptly and
lost itself in a kloof, amid a tangle of vegetation in the stony bed of
a mountain stream.