Travels and Researches in Caffraria

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TRAVELS AND RESEARCHES IN CAFFRARIA, fcc. PART I. CHAPTER I. First tour in Kafferland?Massacre of English soldiers?Fort Wiltshire?Military traffic with the natives?Kaffer depredations ?Chumie station?Value of pious interpreters?Dialogue with a Kaffer?A warning to missionaries?The celebrated Chief Gaika;...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TRAVELS AND RESEARCHES IN CAFFRARIA, fcc. PART I. CHAPTER I. First tour in Kafferland?Massacre of English soldiers?Fort Wiltshire?Military traffic with the natives?Kaffer depredations ?Chumie station?Value of pious interpreters?Dialogue with a Kaffer?A warning to missionaries?The celebrated Chief Gaika; his avaricious disposition; duplicity; barbarous mode of slaughter?A remarkable providence. Having resolved on an attempt to introduce Christianity into the regions beyond the bounds of the settlement, and circumstances appearing to favour the project, we made arrangements for our first journey in the month of August, 1825. On this tour the landdrost or chief magistrate of Albany, and Major T., of his majesty's sixth regiment, proposed accompanying us as far as the Clay Pits, where a considerable number of the natives were expected to assemble about the time of the full moon. But of the company of these gentlemen we were deprived, as public business prevented their going with us: nevertheless, our way was fully open, as the: former very kindly furnished us with the necessary pass-, port, which authorized our crossing the boundary, at whatever point we might deem most proper. Our route, therefore, different from the one first intended, being determined, the weather fine, and young Izadzoe, the interpreter, having arrived, my worthy colleague and I left Graham's Town on Saturday, 3d, as the sun was about setting. Our path was an exceedingly solitary one, leading through a bushy part of the country, infested by wild beasts, and traversed by wandering marauders. We had not proceeded far ere night cameon, and nature seemed lulled to rest; all was silence around us, not a sound being heard save that of the horses' feet, and occasional observations of the thoughtful travell...