Port Elizabeth may be described as the first-born city of the Eastern Province of the Cape1 of Good Hope. It came into being in 1820. It is now a flourishing seaport2, full of energetic, busy, money-making men. It is the principal seaport of the Eastern Province, and the nearest point on the coast to the Diamond-fields—420 miles from De Beer’s New Rush, a distance which was traversed in about six days by coaches.
Among its more useful enterprises it has the honour of having sent out one pioneer of future commercial prosperity in the Eastern Province, for Port Elizabeth is the starting-point of one branch of that great railway system which is to revolutionise Africa. I do not say South Africa, but advisedly use the title of wider scope.
It is not every day that one can boast of having handled a tumbler full of diamonds. Being anxious to see a mass of those precious gems3 in an uncut condition, I appealed to a friend who had come out with me in the “Windsor Castle.”
He introduced me to a broker4, who took me into a back office, opened a strong-box, took out a small packet, and, untying5 it, poured out a tumblerful of diamonds! They ranged from the size of a pin-head to that of a bean, and were varied6 in shade, from pure crystal to straw-colour. The broker then opened one or two separate parcels, each of which contained a specially7 large or fine diamond, varying in size from a pea to a hazelnut.
“That one,” he said, “may be worth four hundred pounds, and this, perhaps about five or six hundred.”
Looking at them, it was difficult to believe that they were other than paltry8 pebbles9; yet these were the things for which men left home and kindred, pushed into the wilds of a savage10 land, toiled11 and moiled in the Great Pit at Kimberley, and too often sacrificed health, happiness, and life itself. Judging them from their looks, I would not have given sixpence for the entire lot—so true is it that we do wrong in judging uncut gems, as well as unknown men, by the “outward appearance.”
A very striking, and rather unfortunate instance of this false style of judgment12 occurred not many days afterwards in reference to some Kafir princes and chiefs: it was on the occasion of my quitting Port Elizabeth for Capetown.
We were to have started on a Saturday afternoon, but a gale13 said “no,” and we left on Sunday morning. Even then, although the gale had abated14, a surf so magnificent was rolling into Algoa Bay that no ship’s boat could approach the jetty. This obliged the passengers to go off to the steamer in a surf-boat. Of course the boat could not approach nearer the dry sand than fifty yards or so. There she heaved about in oceans of boiling foam15, while Kafirs carried us on board one by one. The Kafirs bore the women in their strong arms as children are carried, and put them over the gunwale tenderly, but the men were made to sit on their shoulders, as one sits on horseback, and were treated with less ceremony. A giant in ebony carried me off, and trotted16 as he went, to the delight of some of his comrades; but I was accustomed to riding, and patted his black head approvingly.
While standing17 on a commanding point in the stern, a fellow-passenger directed attention to a group of Kafirs who tried to keep apart from the others, and looked dignified18. These, he told me, were a party of native princes, chiefs, and councillors, who had been brought fresh from their wilderness19 home—with their own consent, of course—and were being taken to Capetown for the purpose of being impressed with the wealth, power, grandeur20, and vast resources of the white man. The other Kafirs, of whom there was a large gang, were common fellows, who chanced to be going by the same steamer as navvies to work on the Western railways. The difference between the navvies and their nobility was not great. Personally there was scarcely any, and the somewhat superior cloth of the robes worn by the latter made no great show.
The big boat was hauled off by a rope through the surf, the sail set, and we were soon alongside the ocean steamer whose iron sides rose above us like a city wall. There was nothing but an iron ladder, flat against this wall, by which to ascend21. The heaving of the surf-boat was great. It approached the ladder and retreated from it in the most irregularly spasmodic manner. Only active men, accustomed to such feats23, could get upon it. Kafirs, although active as kittens, are not accustomed to the sea, or to the motion of ships and boats. For them to ascend was a matter of great difficulty; for the women and children it was impossible.
But the difficulty had been provided for. Presently we saw a great cask like an overgrown hogs-head swing over the side and descend24 into the boat. It was caught by our sailors and placed on the stern-sheets. Several tars25 from the steamer descended26 to assist. The cask was large enough to hold three or four women besides a child or two. Amid much giggling27 and persuading it was filled, a signal given, steam applied28, and the party was whirled aloft with a scream, and lowered on the vessel29’s deck in safety.
The cask was again sent down. Meanwhile some of us had scrambled30 up the ladder, and a few of the Kafir navvies followed our example, but the most of them required a good deal of encouragement, and some strong persuasion31, while others refused flatly to attempt it. All this time the black aristocrats32 looked on in grave silence. If I remember rightly there were a young prince, an old councillor, and two or three chiefs.
When those navvies that could be persuaded, or kicked up the ladder, had been disposed of, the sailors turned upon the timid ones and bundled them into the cask, neck and crop, four and five at a time. There was necessity for speed, and sailors are not wont33 to be delicate when this is the case. At last the aristocracy were approached. Whether the sailors knew who they were I cannot tell; it is probable that they did not, but judged by the “outward appearance.” They were “niggers,” that was enough for Jack34.
“Come along, old boy,” said one, grasping the old councillor; but the councillor held back; Jack therefore gave him a powerful shove and he went into the cask head-foremost. Another man had seized the young prince at the same moment. That potentate—who in his own land possessed35 the power of life and death—turned round with dignity, and in doing so afforded an unlooked for opportunity to the sailor, who pushed him gently till he tripped against the cask and went in backwards36, squeezing the old councillor almost flat.
“That’s your sort, Bill, fetch another!” cried Jack, as he packed the prince down.
One chief was quick-witted enough to submit and stepped in of his own accord. Another half-stepped and was half-thrust in.
“Hoist away!” shouted Bill.
At that moment a forgotten navvy caught Bill’s eye, he seized him by the neck; Jack helped; the man was thrown on the top of all, and went up next moment like a spread-eagle cover to the cask.
When this “lot” was lowered four or five of the Jack-tars on deck, who greatly enjoyed the fun, turned it suddenly over, and thus it was emptied of its human contents.
Even at that moment of humiliation37 the savage chiefs were true to themselves. They rose from the deck in dignified silence, the prince merely saying, sternly, to the gentleman who had charge of the party, “Was this what you brought me here for?”
It is but just to add that the gentleman in charge of these noble visitors did his best to prevent the outrage38, but it had occurred suddenly, in the exuberance39 of “Jack’s” spirits, was over in a few seconds, and could not be undone40.
These Kafir chiefs were afterwards feasted and fêted by the governor and gentry41 of Capetown, but I have my doubts whether they will ever forget or forgive the treatment received on that occasion in Algoa Bay.
To correct the false is more difficult than to imbibe42 the true. Did you ever think of that before? All my life have I been under the false impression that the Cape of Good Hope was the most southerly point of Africa. It is nothing of the sort. Cape Agulhas, not far distant, is the real extremity43 of South Africa. We doubled it on the 3rd of April.
Oh! Bartholomew Diaz and Vasco da Gama, what would you say if you knew that we “doubled the Cape”—the “Cape of Storms”—the “Cape of Torments”—in calm and sunshine, at the rate of thirteen knots or thereabouts, without a stitch of canvas, with ladies and gentlemen in every attitude of lazy ease upon our deck, and troops of children romping44 round them? How vast the difference between the “doublings” of the 15th and the 19th centuries! Then—the ships were small wooden tubs; now they are huge iron kettles. Then,—a few bold and sometimes turbulent spirits faced the dangers of unknown seas under the leadership of famous and heroic men; now, hundreds of men and women—timid and brave mixed undistinguishably—are carried in safety and comfort over the well-known ocean, by respectable captains of whom the world knows little or nothing beyond their names. Once in a lifetime was the daring feat22 attempted then. Once or twice a week is the trifling45 trip accomplished46 now.
But enough of moralising. Suffice it to say that we doubled the Cape without sails, without anxiety, without care, and with no triumph whatever,—but not without interest. Calm and sunny though it chanced to be, we could not look upon that barren, mountainous, rocky shore, without reflecting that it still is not less now than in days of old, the Stormy Cape, and that danger as appalling47 as that of yore may sometimes be encountered, while heroism48 quite as exalted49 as that of the ancient Portuguese50 navigators is sometimes displayed by modern Britons.
There is a point not far from Cape Agulhas—between it and the Cape of Good Hope—named Point Danger, where courage of the highest kind once calmly faced and fought with Death. On that Point, in February 1852, the Birkenhead was wrecked51. It may be truly said that courage conquered on that occasion, because the end for which it fought was the deliverance of women and children from death, and this end was gained, though above 400 of the gallant53 men who fought the battle perished in the hour of victory.
The Birkenhead, a large iron steamer, was engaged in the transport of troops to the frontier, where war with the Kafirs raged at the time. These troops were detachments from several regiments54 under command of Colonel Seton of the 74th Highlanders. About two o’clock in the morning the vessel struck upon a rock near the well-named Point Danger, and so tremendous was the shock that her iron plates were driven in as if made of egg-shell. The cabin was immediately flooded, and it was evident that in a few minutes the vessel would be engulfed55 among the breakers.
None but those who have witnessed similar scenes can imagine the horrors of the situation. It was dark; the breakers roared around; the rugged56 and almost inaccessible57 shores of the Cape of Storms were on the one hand, the ocean on the other; men, women, and children were rushing about the decks in wild terror; sharks were known to be in these waters, and only two of the ship’s boats were available for service. In this moment of extremity God put it into the hearts of both officers and men to act with unexampled courage and wisdom.
To save all was manifestly out of the question. When people are in such circumstances it is too often “every man for himself;” the strong push aside the weak, fight for the boats, overcrowd and swamp them, and thus few, if any, are left to tell the tale. But it was not so with the heroes of the Birkenhead. At the word of command from Colonel Seton, the soldiers drew up on the reeling deck as if on parade, and obeyed his orders with steady calm, unflinching bravery. If there were any selfish spirits on board they were overawed by the heroism of the soldiers. The Colonel directed that the women and children and the sick should be put into the boats. This was quickly done, and these were all saved without a single exception—to the number of two hundred souls.
But while this was being accomplished the vessel was breaking up, and the fact that the men would be soon left to struggle in the waves was apparent to all; yet the noble officer continued to give his orders, and the not less noble men continued to obey, and saw the boats depart without a murmur58. They were young soldiers too, who had never been under fire, and this “action” was the first and last that they and their leader were destined59 to fight. The vessel suddenly parted amidships, and though a few saved themselves by swimming and on floating pieces of wreck52, the greater number perished—no fewer than 357 officers and soldiers—among whom was the Colonel—and sixty seamen60, going down with the ship. It was a sad but splendid specimen61 of cool self-sacrificing courage, and of the power of discipline in moments of tremendous trial.
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