The Settler and the Savage, by
R.M. Ballantyne
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Title: The Settler and the Savage
Author: R.M. Ballantyne
Release Date: June 6, 2007 [EBook #21701]
Language: English
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THE SETTLER AND THE SAVAGE, BY R.M. BALLANTYNE.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE WILD KARROO.
A solitary horseman--a youth in early manhood--riding at a snail's pace
over the great plains, or karroo, of South Africa. His chin on his breast;
his hands in the pockets of an old shooting-coat; his legs in ragged
trousers, and his feet in worn-out boots. Regardless of stirrups, the last
are dangling. The reins hang on the neck of his steed, whose head may
be said to dangle from its shoulders, so nearly does its nose approach
the ground. A felt hat covers the youth's curly black head, and a
double-barrelled gun is slung across his broad shoulders.
We present this picture to the reader as a subject of contemplation.
It was in the first quarter of the present century that the youth referred
to--Charlie Considine by name--rode thus meditatively over that South
African karroo. His depression was evidently not due to lack of spirit,
for, when he suddenly awoke from his reverie, drew himself up and
shook back his hair, his dark eyes opened with something like a flash.
They lost some of their fire, however, as he gazed round on the hot
plain which undulated like the great ocean to the horizon, where a line
of blue indicated mountains.
The truth is that Charlie Considine was lost--utterly lost on the karroo!
That his horse was in the same lost condition became apparent from its
stopping without orders and looking round languidly with a sigh.
"Come, Rob Roy," said the youth, gathering up the reins and patting the
steed's neck, "this will never do. You and I must not give in to our first
misfortune. No doubt the want of water for two days is hard to bear, but
we are strong and young both of us. Come, let's try at least for a
sheltering bush to sleep under, before the sun goes down."
Animated by the cheering voice, if not by the words, of its rider, the
horse responded to the exhortation by breaking into a shuffling canter.
After a short time the youth came in sight of what appeared to be a herd
of cattle in the far distance. In eager expectation he galloped towards
them and found that his conjectures were correct. They were cattle in
charge of one of that lowest of the human race, a Bushman. The
diminutive, black-skinned, and monkey-faced creature was nearly
naked. He carried a sheepskin kaross, or blanket, on his left shoulder,
and a knobbed stick, or "kerrie," in his right hand.
"Can you speak English?" asked Considine as he rode up.
The Bushman looked vacant and made no reply.
"Where is your master's house?" asked the youth.
A stare was the only answer.
"Can't you speak, you dried-up essence of stupidity!" exclaimed
Charlie with impatience.
At this the Bushman uttered something with so many klicks, klucks,
and gurgles in it that his interrogator at once relinquished the use of the
tongue, and took to signs, but with no better success, his efforts having
only the effect of causing the mouth of the Bushman to expand from
ear to ear. Uttering a few more klicks and gurgles, he pointed in the
direction of the setting sun. As Considine could elicit no fuller
information he bade him a contemptuous farewell and rode away in the
direction indicated.
He had not gone far when a dark speck became visible on the horizon
directly in front.
"Ho! Rob," he exclaimed, "that looks like something--a bush, is it? If
so, we may find water there, who knows--eh? No, it can't be a bush, for
it moves," he added in a tone of disappointment. "Why, I do believe it's
an ostrich! Well, if we can't find anything to drink, I'll try to get
something to eat."
Urging his jaded steed into a gallop, the youth soon drew near enough
to discover that the object was neither bush nor ostrich, but a horseman.
The times of which we write were unsettled. Considine, although
"lost," was sufficiently aware of his whereabouts to understand that he
was near the north-eastern frontier of Cape Colony. He deemed it
prudent,
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