The Bush Boys | Page 2

good pastures and water may
tempt him.
From about this time dates my knowledge of the field-cornet and his
family. Of his history previous to this I have stated all I know, but for a
period of many years after I am more minutely acquainted with it. Most
of its details I received from the lips of his own son, I was greatly
interested, and indeed instructed, by them. They were my first lessons
in African zoology.
Believing, boy reader, that they might also instruct and interest you, I
here lay them before you. You are not to regard them as merely fanciful.
The descriptions of the wild creatures that play their parts in this little
history, as well as the acts, habits, and instincts assigned to them, you
may regard as true to Nature. Young Von Bloom was a student of
Nature, and you may depend upon the fidelity of his descriptions.

Disgusted with politics, the field-cornet now dwelt on the remote
frontier--in fact, beyond the frontier, for the nearest settlement was an
hundred miles off. His "kraal" was in a district bordering the great
Kalihari desert--the Saara of Southern Africa. The region around, for
hundreds of miles, was uninhabited, for the thinly-scattered,
half-human Bushmen who dwelt within its limits, hardly deserved the
name of inhabitants any more than the wild beasts that howled around
them.
I have said that Von Bloom now followed the occupation of a
"trek-boor." Farming in the Cape colony consists principally in the
rearing of horses, cattle, sheep, and goats; and these animals form the
wealth of the boor. But the stock of our field-cornet was now a very
small one. The proscription had swept away all his wealth, and he had
not been fortunate in his first essays as a nomade grazier. The
emancipation law, passed by the British Government, extended not
only to the Negroes of the West India Islands, but also to the Hottentots
of the Cape; and the result of it was that the servants of Mynheer Von
Bloom had deserted him. His cattle, no longer properly cared for, had
strayed off. Some of them fell a prey to wild beasts--some died of the
murrain. His horses, too, were decimated by that mysterious disease of
Southern Africa, the "horse-sickness;" while his sheep and goats were
continually being attacked and diminished in numbers by the
earth-wolf, the wild hound, and the hyena. A series of losses had he
suffered until his horses, oxen, sheep, and goats, scarce counted
altogether an hundred head. A very small stock for a vee-boor, or South
African grazier.
Withal our field-cornet was not unhappy. He looked around upon his
three brave sons--Hans, Hendrik, and Jan. He looked upon his
cherry-cheeked, flaxen-haired daughter, Gertrude, the very type and
image of what her mother had been. From these he drew the hope of a
happier future.
His two eldest boys were already helps to him in his daily occupations;
the youngest would soon be so likewise. In Gertrude,--or "Truey," as
she was endearingly styled,--he would soon have a capital housekeeper.

He was not unhappy therefore; and if an occasional sigh escaped him, it
was when the face of little Truey recalled the memory of that Gertrude
who was now in heaven.
But Hendrik Von Bloom was not the man to despair. Disappointments
had not succeeded in causing his spirits to droop. He only applied
himself more ardently to the task of once more building up his fortune.
For himself he had no ambition to be rich. He would have been
contented with the simple life he was leading, and would have cared
but little to increase his wealth. But other considerations weighed upon
his mind-- the future of his little family. He could not suffer his
children to grow up in the midst of the wild plains without education.
No; they must one day return to the abodes of men, to act their part in
the drama of social and civilised life. This was his design.
But how was this design to be accomplished? Though his so-called act
of treason had been pardoned, and he was now free to return within the
limits of the colony, he was ill prepared for such a purpose. His poor
wasted stock would not suffice to set him up within the settlements. It
would scarce keep him a month. To return would be to return a beggar!
Reflections of this kind sometimes gave him anxiety. But they also
added energy to his disposition, and rendered him more eager to
overcome the obstacles before him.
During the present year he had been very industrious. In order that his
cattle should be provided for in the season of winter he had planted a
large quantity of maize and buckwheat, and now the crops of both were