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I. THE BOORS ...1

II. THE KRAAL . . ; •

Chapter I. The Boors

Hendrik Yon Bloom was a boor .

My young English reader, do not suppose that I mean any disrespect to Mynheer Von Bloom, by calling him a “ boor/ 7 In our good Cape colony a rt boor 77 is a farmer. It is no reproach to be called a farmer. Van Bloom was one — a Dutch farmer of the Cape — a boor.

The boors of the Cape colony have figured very considerably in modern history. Although naturally a people inclined to peace, they have beenJorced into various wars, both with native Africans and Europeans ; and in these wars they have acquitted themselves admirably, and given proofs that a pacific people, when need be, can fight just as well as those who are continually exulting in the ruffian glory of the soldier.

But the boors have been accused of cruelty in 1

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theii wars ; especially those earned on against the native races. In an abstract point of view the accusation might appear just. But when we come to consider the provocation received at the hands of these savage enemies., we learn to look mr re leniently upon the conduct of the Cape Butch. It is true they reduced the yellow Hottentots to a state of slavery ; but at that same time we, the English, were transporting ship-loads of black Guineamen across the Atlantic, while the Spaniards and Portuguese were binding the red men of America in fetters as tight and hard.

Another point to be considered is the character of the natives with whom the Butch boors had to deal. The keenest cruelty inflicted upon them by the colonists was mercy, compared with the treatment which these savages had to bear at the hands of their own despots.

This does not justify the Butch for having reduced the Hottentots to a state of slavery ; but, all circumstances considered, there is no one of the maritime nations who can gracefully accuse them of cruelty. In their dealings with the aborigines of the Cape, they have had to do with savages of a most wicked and degraded stamp ; and the history of colonization, under such circumstances, could not be otherwise than full of unpleasant episodes.

Young reader, I could easily defend the conduct of the boors of Cape colony, but I have not spac6 nere. I can only give you my opinion ; and that is that they are a brave, strong, healthy, moral, peace loving, industrious race ; lovers of truth, and friends

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a wo republican freedom ; in short, a noble lace of men.

Is it likely, then, when I called Hendrik Yon Bloom a boor, that I meant him any disrespect? Quite the contrary.

But Mynheer Hendrik had not always been a boor. He could boast of a somewhat higher condition ; that is, he could boast of a better education than the mere Cape farmer usually possesses, as well as some experience in wielding the sword. He was not a native of the colony, but of the mother country ; and he had found his way to the Cape, not as a poor adventurer seeking his fortune, but as an officer in a Dutch regiment then stationed there.

His soldier-service in the colony was not of long duration. A certain cherry-cheeked, flaxen-haired Gertrude, the daughter of a rich boor, had taken a liking to the young lieutenant ; and he, in his turn, became vastly fond of her. The consequence was that they got married. Gertrude’s father dying shortly after, the large farm, with its full stock of horses and Hottentots, broad-tailed sheep and long-horned oxen, became hers. This was an inducement for her soldier-husband to lay down the sword and turn “ vee-boor,” or stock farmer, which he consequently did.

These incidents occurred many years previous to the English becoming masters of the Cape colony When that event came to pass, Hendrik Yon Bloom was already a man of influence in the colony, and " field-cornet” of his district, which lay in the beautiful county of Graaf Reinet. He was then a i

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widower, tne father of a small family. The wife whom he had fondly loved, the cherry-cheeked, flax en-haired Gertrude, no longer lived.

History will tell you how the Dutch colonists, discontented with English rule, 'rebelled against it. The ex-lieutenant and field-cornet was one of the most prominent among these rebels. History will also tell you how the rebellion was put down ; and how several of those compromised were brought to execution. Yon Bloom escaped by flight; but his fine property in the Graaf Reinet was confiscated and given to another.

Many years after, we find him living in a remote district beyond the great Orange river, leading the life of a “ trek-boor ; ” that is, a nomade farmer, who has no fixed or permanent abode, but moves with his flocks from place to place, wherever 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 tfiem 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 aff

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liue to nature. Young Yon Blcom 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 Yon 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 Yon 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-

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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 “ Triiey,” 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 the little Triiey recalled the memory of that Gertrude who was now in heaven.

But Hendrik Yon Bloom was not the man to des pair. 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.

N o ; they must one day return to the abodes of

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men, to ict their part in the drama of social and cirilized 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 in the most prosperous condition. His garden, too, smiled, and promised a profusion of fruits, and melons, and kitchen vegetables. In short, the little homestead, where he had fixed himself for a time, was a miniature oasis ; and he rejoiced day after day, as his eyes rested upon the ripening aspect around him. Once more he began to dream of prosperity ; once more to hope that his evil fortunes had come to an end.

Alas ! it was a false hope. A series of trials yet awaited him ; a series of misfortunes, that deprived him of almost everything he possessed, and completely changed his mode of existence.

Perhaos these occurrences could hardly be termed

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misfortunes , since, in the end, they led to a happy result.

But you may judge for yourself, boy-reader, aftei you have heard the “ history and adventures ” of the

“ trek -boor ” and his family

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Chapter II The “ Kraal.”

The ex-field-cornet was seated in front of his kraai — for such is the name of a South African homestead From his lips protruded a large pipe, with its huge bowl of meerschaum. Every boor is a smoker.

Notwithstanding the many losses and crosses of his past life, there was contentment in his eye. He was gratified by the prosperous appearance of his crops. The maize was now “ in the milk,” and the ears, folded within the papyrus-like husks, looked full and large. It was delightful to hear the rustling of the long green blades, and see the bright golden tassels waving in the breeze. The heart of the farmer was glad as his eye glanced over his promising crop of “ mealies.”

But there was another promising crop that still more gladdened his heart — his fine children. There they are, all around him.

Hans, the oldest, steady, sober Hans, at work in the well-stocked garden ; while the diminutive but sprightly imp Jan, the youngest, is looking on, and occasionally helping his brother. Hendrik, the dashing Hendrik, with bright face and light curling haii, is busy among the horses, in the “ horse-kraal and Triiey, the beautiful, cherry-cheeked, flaxeniO

Laired Triiey, is engaged with her pet, a fawn of the springbok gazelle, wdiose bright eyes rival hei own in their expression of innocence and loveliness.

Yes, the heart of the field-cornet is glad as ho glances from :me to the other of these his children — and with reason. They are all fair to look upon ; all give promise of goodness. If their father feels an occasional pang, it is, as we have already said, when his eye rests upon the cherry-cheeked, flaxen Haired Gertrude.

But time has long since subdued that grief to a gentle melancholy. Its pang is short-lived, and the face of the field-cornet soon lightens up again as he looks around upon his dear children, so full of hope and promise.

Hans and Hendrik are already strong enough to assist him in his occupations ; in fact, with the exception of “ Swartboy,” they are the only help he has.

Who is Swartboy ?

Look into the horse-kraal, and you will there see Swartboy engaged, along with his young master Hendrik, in saddling a pair of horses. You may notice that Swartboy appears to be about thirty years old, and he is full that ; but if you were to apply a measuring rule to him, you would find him not much over four feet in height! He is stoutly built, however, and would measure better in a horizontal direction. You may notice that he is of a yellow complexion, although his name might lead you to fancy he was black — for “ Swartboy ” means " black-boy ” You may observe that his nose is flat

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n and sunk below the level of his cheeks ; that his cheeks are prominent, his lips very thick, his nostrils wide, his face beardless, and his head almost hairless ; for the small kinky wool-knots thinly scattered over his skull can scarcely be designated hair. You may notice, moreover, that his head is monstrously large, with ears in proportion ; and that the eyes are set obliquely, and have a Chinese expression. Y'ou may notice about Swartboy all those characteristics that distinguish the “ Hottentots ” of South Africa.

Yet Swartboy is not a Hottentot — though he is of the same race. He is a Bushman.

How came this wild Bushman into the service of the ex-field-cornet Yon Bloom ? About that there is a little romantic history. Thus :

Among the savage tribes of Southern Africa there exists a very cruel custom — that of abandoning their aged or infirm, and often their sick or wounded, to die in the desert. Children leave their parents behind them, and the wounded are often forsaken by their comrades, with no other provision made for them beyond a day’s food and a cup of water !

The Bushman Swartboy had been the victim of this custom. He had been upon a hunting excursion with some of his own kindred, and had been sadly mangled by a lion. His comrades, not expecting him to live, left him on the plain to die ; and most certainly would he have perished had it not been for our field-cornet. The latter, as he was trekking ” over the plains, found the wounded Bushman, lifted him into his wagon, carried him ov

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to his camp, dressed his wounds, and nursed him till he became well. That is how Swartboy came to be in the service of the field-cornet.

Though gratitude is not a characteristic of nia race, Swartboy was not ungrateful. When all the other servants ran away, he remained faithful to his master ; and since that time had been a most efficient and useful hand. In fact, he was now the only one left, with the exception of the girl, Totty — who was, of course, a Hottentot, and much about the same height, size, and color, as Swartboy himself.

We have said that Swartboy and the young Hendrik were saddling a pair of horses. As soon as they had finished that job, they mounted them, and, riding out of the kraal, took their way straight across the plain. They were followed by a couple of strong, rough-looking dogs.

Their purpose was to drive home the oxen and the other horses that were feeding a good distance oft This they were in the habit of doing every evening at the same hour ; for in South Africa it is necessary to shut up all kinds of live stock at night, to protect them from beasts of prey. For this purpose are built several enclosures with high walls, — “ kraals,” as they are called ; a word of the same signification as the Spanish “ corral,” and I fancy introduced into Africa by the Portuguese, since it is not a native term.

These kraals are important structures about the homestead of a boor, — almost as much so as his own dwelling-house, which of itself also bears the name of “ kraal.”

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As youag Hendrik and Swartboy rode off foi UV aorses and cattle, Hans, leaving* his work in th' garden, proceeded to collect the sheep and drivi them home. These browsed in a different direction but, as they were near, he went a-foot, taking little Jan along with him.

Triiey, having tied her pet to a post, had gone in side the house to help Totty in preparing the supper. Thus the field-cornet was left to himself and his pipe, which he still continued to smoke.

He sat in perfect silence, though he could scarce restrain from giving expression to the satisfaction he felt at seeing his family thus industriously employed. Though pleased with all his children, it must be confessed he had some little partiality for the dashing Hendrik, who bore his own name, and who reminded aim more of his own youth than any of the others. He was proud of Hendrik’s gallant horsemanship, and his eyes followed him over the plain until the riders were nearly a mile off, and already mixing among the cattle.

At this moment an object came under the eyes of Von Bloom, that at once arrested his attention. It was a cuiious appearance along the lower part of the 6ky, in the direction in which Hendrik and Swartboy had gone, but apparently beyond them. It resembled a dun-colored mi>*t or smoke, as if the plain at a great distance was on fire !

Could that be so ? Had some one fired the karoo hushes ? Or was it a cloud of dust ?

The vdnd was hardly strong enough to raise such a dust, ar.d yet it had that appearance. Was it

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He continued to gaze at the strange phenomenon, endeavoring to account for it in various ways. It seemed to be rising higher against the blue sky — now resembling dust, now like the smoke of a widely-spread conflagration, and now like a reddish cloud. It was in the west, and already the setting sun was obscured by it. It had passed over the sun’s disc like a screen, and his light no longer fell upon the plain. Was it the forerunner of some terrible storm ? — of an earthquake ?

Such a thought crossed the mind of the field-cornet. It was not like an ordinary cloud, it was not like a cloud of dust, it was not like smoke. It was like nothing he had ever witnessed before. No wonder that he became anxious and apprehensive.

All at once the dark-red mass seemed to envelop the cattle upon the plain, and these could be seen running to and fro as if affrighted. Then the two riders disappeared under its dun shadow !

Von Bloom rose to his feet, now seriously alarmed. What could it mean ?

The exclamation to which he gave utterance brought little Triiey and Totty from the house ; and Hans with Jan had now got back with the sheep and goats All saw the singular phenomenon, but iuk kitAAL.

none of them could tell what it was. All were in a state of alarm.

As they stood gazing, with hearts full of fear, the two riders appeared coming out of the cloud, and then they were seen to gallop forward over the plain in the direction of the house. They came on at full speed, but long before they had got near, the voice of Swartboy could be heard crying out —

“ Baas Yon Bloom! da springaans are ccmtn I ~~ da springaan / — da springaan ! ”

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Chapter III. The “ Springhaan.”

** An! the springhaanl” cried Yon Bloom, recog nizing the Dutch name for the far-famed migratory locust.

The mystery was explained. The singular cloud that was spreading itself over the plain was neither more nor less than a flight of locusts !

It was a sight that none of them, except Swartboy, had ever witnessed before. His master had often seen locusts in small quantities, and of several species — for there are many kinds of these singular insects in South Africa. But that which now appeared was a true migratory locust ( Gryllus devas - tatorius ) ; and upon one of its great migrations — an event of rarer occurrence than travellers would have you believe.

Swartboy knew them well ; and, although he announced their approach in a state of great excitement, it was not the excitement of terror.

Quite the contrary. His great thick lips were compressed athwart his face in a grotesque expres sion of joy. The instincts of his wild race were busy within him. To them a flight of locusts is not ar object of dread, but a source of rejoicing ; ther

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n coming as welcome as a take of shrimps to a Leigh fisherman, or harvest to the husbandman.

The dogs, too, barked and howled with joy, and frisked about as if they were going out upon a hunt. On perceiving the cloud, their instinct enabled them easily to recognize the locusts. They regarded them with feelings similar to those that stirred Swartboy — for both dogs and Bushmen eat the insects with avidity I

At the announcement that it was only locusts, all at OLce recovered from their alarm. Little Triiey and Jan laughed, clapped their hands, and waited with curiosity until they should come nearer. All nad heard enough of locusts to know that they were only grasshoppers, that neither bit nor stung any one ; and, therefore, no one was afraid of them.

Even Yon Bloom himself was at first very little concerned about them. After his feelings of apprehension, the announcement that it was a flight of locusts was a relief, and for a while he did not dwell upon the nature of such a phenomenon, but only regarded it with feelings of curiosity.

Of a sudden his thoughts took a new direction. His eye rested upon his fields of maize and buckwheat, upon his garden of melons, and fruits, and vegetables ; a new alarm seized upon him ; the memory of many stories which he had heard in relation to these destructive creatures rushed into his mind, and, as the whole truth developed itself, he turned pale, and uttered new exclamations cf alarm.

The children changed countenance as well They 2

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saw that their father suffered, though tney knew not why. They gathered inquiringly around him.

“Alas! alas! Lost! lost!” exclaimed he; “yes, all our crop — our labor of the year — gone, gone J 0, my dear children ! ”

“ How lost, father ? how gone ? ” exclaimed several of them in a breath.

“ See the springhaan ! they will eat up our crop — aU — all!”

“ *T is true, indeed,” said Hans, who, being a great student, had often read accounts of the devastations committed by the locusts.

The joyous countenances of all once more wore a sad expression, and it was no longer with curiosity that they gazed upon the distant cloud, that so suddenly had clouded their joy.

Yon Bloom had good cause for dread. Should the swarm come on, and settle upon his fields, farewell to his prospects of a harvest. They would strip the verdure from his whole farm in a twinkling. They would leave neither seed, nor leaf, nor stalk, behind them.

All stood watching the flight with painful emotions. The swarm was still a full half-mile distant. They appeared to be coming no nearer — good !

A ray of hope entered the mind of the field-comet. He took off his broad felt hat, and held it up to the full stretch of his arm. The wind was blowing/rom the north, and the swarm was directly to the west of the kraal. The cloud of locusts had approached from the north, as they almost invariably do in the southern parts of Africa.

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'* Yes,” said Hendrik, who, having been in theii midst, could tell whatwa^ they were drifting, “ thej came down upon us from a northerly direction. When we headed our horses homewards, we soon galloped out from them, and they did not appear to fly after us ; I am sure they were passing southwards.”

Yon Bloom entertained hopes that, as none appeared due north of the kraal, the swarm might pass on without extending to the borders of his farm. He knew that they usually followed the direction of the wind. Unless the wind changed, they would not swerve from their course.

He continued to watch them anxiously. He saw that the selvidge of the cloud came no nearer. His hopes rose. His countenance grew brighter. The children noticed this and were glad, but said nothing. All stood silently watching.

An odd sight it was. There was not only the misty swarm of the insects to gaze upon. The air above them was filled with birds ; strange birds, and of many kinds’ On slow, silent wing soared the brown “ oricou,” the largest of Africa’s vultures; and along with him the yellow “ chasse fiente,” the vulture of Kolbd. There swept the bearded “ lamvanger,” on broad-extended wings. There shrieked the great “ Caffre eagle,” and, side by side with him, the short-tailed and singular “ bateleur.” There, too, were hawks of different sizes and colors, and kites cutting through the air, and ciows ana ravens, and many species of insecavora. But far more numerous than all the rest couid be seen tin?

little springhaan-vogel, a speckled bird of nearly the size and form of a swallow. Myriads of these dark ened the air above ; hundreds of them continually shooting down among the insects, and soaring up again, each with a victim in its beak. “ Locustvultures” are these creatures named, though not vultures in kind. They feed exclusively on these insects, and are never seen where the locusts are not. They follow them through all their migrations, building their nests and rearing their young in the midst of their prey I

It was, indeed, a curious sight to look upon, that swarm of winged insects, and their numerous and varied enemies ; and all stood gazing upon it with feelings of wonder. Still the living cloud approached no nearer, and the hopes of Yon Bloom continued to rise. '

The swarm kept extending to the south ; in fact, it now stretched along the whole western horizon ; and all noticed that it was gradually getting lower down ; that is, its top edge was sinking in the heavens. Were the locusts passing off to the west ? No.

“Da am goin roost for da nacht ; now we ’ll get ’em in bagfull,” said Swartboy, with a pleased look ; for Swartboy was a regular locust-eater, as fond of them as either eagle or kite — ay, as the “ springhaan-vogel ” itself.

It was as Swartboy had stated. The swarm was actually settling down on the plain.

“ Can’t fly without sun,” continued the Bushman " Too cold now. Dey go dead till da mornin.”

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And so it was. The sun had set The cool breeze weakened the wings of the insect-t.avellers ; and they were compelled to make halt for the night upon the trees, bushes, and grass.

In a few minutes the dark mist that had hid the blue rim of the sky was seen no more ; but the distant plain looked as if a fire had swept over it. It was thickly covered with the bodies of the insects, that gave it a blackened appearance, as far as the eye could reach.

The attendant birds, perceiving the approach of night, screamed for a while, and then scattered away through the heavens. Some perched upon the rocks, while others went to roost among the low thickets of mimosa ; and now for a short interval both earth and air were silent.

Yon Bloom now bethought him of his cattle Their forms were seen afar off in the midst of the locust-covered plain.

“ Let ’em feed um little while, baas,” suggested Swartboy.

“ On what?” inquired his master. 11 Don’t you see the grass is covered 1 ”

“ On de springhaan demself, baas,” replied tho Bushman ; “ good for fatten big ox, better dan grass ; ya, better dan mealies .”