Cinderella in the South

Cinderella in the South, by
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Title: Cinderella in the South Twenty-Five South African Tales
Author: Arthur Shearly Cripps

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CINDERELLA IN THE SOUTH

New York Agents Longmans, Green & Co. Fourth Avenue and 30th
Street
CINDERELLA IN THE SOUTH
South African Tales
by
ARTHUR SHEARLY CRIPPS
Author of 'Faerylands Forlorn,' 'Lyra Evangelistica,' Etc.

Oxford B. H. Blackwell, Broad Street MCMXVIII

To C. H. CRIPPS
FRIEND AND KINSMAN.
Grace me these veld spoils rude with name of thine! Mine's been the
luck not thine these long years now To tread the veld. What other use
had'st thou, Hunter and Horseman, made of chances mine! Nor horns
nor heads have I to give to thee, Yet spoils of sorts veld spoils I bring
with me.
A. S. C.
Eukeldoorn, Mashonaland.
October 11th, 1917.

CONTENTS
PROLOGUE

THE THING THAT HATH BEEN
NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD CHAMPION
FUEL OF FIRE
'LA BELLE DAME'
THE SCENTED TOWN
THE PLACE OF PILGRIMAGE
THE LEPER WINDOWS
THE BURNT OFFERING
EIGHTY-EIGHT IN LAVENDER
DIVINATION
JULIAN
THE DOUBLE CABIN
INTELLIGENCE
A CREDIT
BALANCE
MAN'S AIRY NOTIONS
PISGAH
A LION IN THE WAY
AS TREES WALKING
THE BLACK DEATH

AN OLD-WORLD SCRUPLE
FOR HIS COUNTRY'S GOOD
LE ROI EST MORT
THE RIDING OF THE RED HORSE
THREE AND AFRICA
OUR LADY OF THE LAKE
EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE
[AFRICA AND HER SISTERS.]
Some fifteen years now I have been her guest, For all this land's hers,
tho' she does not reign. She's but a ward, at what late age she'll gain Her
freedom and her kingdom, it were best To risk no surmise rash. E'en
now she's drest Sometimes in skins. Give her ground-nuts and grain,
Cattle and thatch'd hut, then she'll not complain, She's happier-hearted
than her Sisters blest.
Her Sisters blest! Of them what shall I say? I like them better when
they keep away, And toil in their own lands, not loll in hers. They use
her ill. She's not so old as they. She drudges for them. But her youth
confers A charm on her they've lost these many years.

THE THING THAT HATH BEEN
What's the good of him?' said the bar-tender to me. 'If he could tell us
how the Ruins came he might be worth a forty-pound cheque every
month, or at least a twenty one. But he can't.'

We were discussing the new appointment of a Government Curator at
the Mabgwe Ruins. I approved it, the bar-tender did not. I pleaded that
he was a bit exacting, that the Curator had a very cold scent to puzzle
out, and that he had tried plodding about from ruins to ruins, moling
and sapping and mining, not to speak of writing to the Rhodesian Press.
Afterwards I shouldered my knapsack, sought counsel with my carriers
as to ways and means, crossed the river and took the Ruins road. A
motor-car hurtled past me when I was within two miles. Its driver had
been pointed out to me as a Jo'burg magnate; his passengers I did not
know, but I was soon to know them. I was the first to reach the Ruins
after all; for their arrival time being one o'clock, and their halting-place
a hotel. Civilization demanded that they should lunch there.
I drank from the fair water by the temple's western approach, and sat
down to smoke under a tree in the precincts. The big cone of the main
tower was just in sight. I had seen the walls before, and was in no
analytical mood; synthesis was enough for me. I took in with my
delighted eyes a roofless dome worthy to be a temple of some sort,
even if it were not, a blue roof that bettered mere human aspiration,
debris testifying to earthly incompleteness, a broken column with its
memento mori all these were simmering in my vision and my judgment.
I half dozed until the voices of the lunchers began to interest me. They
were doing the rounds rather hastily, lunch having cut into their time,
so short at its very best.
A Church dignitary from our own territory was with them. He
introduced himself to me, and he also introduced an engineer. He was a
patriotic Rhodesian, that dignitary, and denounced McIver, who had
dared to assign