It was not long before Jim discovered this bond of sympathy between him and Jock, and I am perfectly3 sure that the one bad habit which Jock was never cured of was due to deliberate encouragement from Jim on every possible opportunity. It would have been a matter of difficulty and patience in any case to teach Jock not to unnecessarily attack strange kaffirs. It was very important that he should have nothing to do with them, and should treat them with suspicion as possible enemies and keep them off the premises4. I was glad that he did it by his own choice and instinct; but this being so, it needed all the more intelligence and training to get him to understand just where to draw the line. Jim made it worse; he made the already difficult task practically impossible by egging Jock on; and what finally made it quite impossible was the extremely funny turn it took, which caused such general amusement that every one joined in the conspiracy5 and backed up Jock.
Every one knows how laughable it is to see a person dancing about like a mad dervish, with legs and arms going in all directions, dodging6 the rushes of a dog, especially if the spectator knows that the dog will not do any real harm and is more intent on scaring his victim, just for the fun of the thing, than on hunting him. Well, that is how it began.
As far as I know the first incident arose out of the intrusion of a strange kaffir at one of the outspans. Jock objected, and he was forcing a scared boy back step by step—doing the same feinting rushes that he practised with game—until the boy tripped over a camp stool and sat plump down on the three-legged pot of porridge cooking at the camp fire. I did not see it; for Jock was, as usual, quite silent—a feature which always had a most terrifying effect on his victims: it was a roar like a lion’s from Jim that roused me. Jock was standing7 off with his feet on the move forwards and backwards8, his head on one side and his face full of interest, as if he would dearly love another romp9 in; and the waggon10-boys were reeling and rolling about the grass, helpless with laughter.
A dog is just as quick as a child to find out when he can take liberties; he knows that laughter and serious disapproval11 do not go together; and Jock with the backing of the boys thoroughly12 enjoyed him-self. That was how it began; and by degrees it developed into the great practical joke. The curious thing to note was the way in which Jock entered into the spirit of the thing, and how he improved and varied13 his methods. It was never certain what he would do; sometimes it would be a wild romp, as it was that day; at other times he would stalk the intruder in the open, much as a pointer approaches his birds in the last strides, and with eyes fixed14 steadily15 and mouth tightly pursed-up, he would move straight at him with infinite slowness and deliberation until, the boy’s nerve failed, and he turned and ran. At other times again he trotted16 out as if he had seen nothing, and then stopped suddenly. If the boy came on, Jock waited; but if there was any sign of fear or hesitation17, he lowered his head, humped up his shoulders—as a stagey boxer18 does when he wants to appear ferocious19—and gave his head a kind of chuck forward, as if in the act of charging: this seldom failed to shake the intruder’s nerve, and as soon as he turned or backed, the romp began. Still another trick was to make a round in the bush and come up behind unobserved, and then make a furious dash with rumbly gurgly growls20; the startled boy invariably dropped all he had, breaking into a series of fantastic capers21 and excited yells, to the huge delight of Jim and the others.
But these things were considered trifles: the piece that always ‘brought the house down’ was the Shangaan gang trick, which on one occasion nearly got us all into serious trouble. The natives going to or from the goldfields travel in gangs of from four or five to forty or fifty; they walk along in Indian-file, and even when going across the veld or walking on wide roads they wind along singly in the footsteps of the leader. What prompted the dog to start this new game I cannot imagine: certainly no one could have taught it to him; and as well as one could judge, he did it entirely22 ‘off his own bat,’ without anything to lead up to or suggest it.
One day a gang of about thirty of these Shangaans, each carrying his load of blankets, clothing, pots, billies and other valuables on his head, was coming along a footpath23 beside the road some twenty yards away from the waggons24. Jock strolled out and sat himself down in the middle of the path; it was the way he did it and his air, utterly25 devoid26 of hostile or even serious purpose, that attracted my attention without rousing any doubts. The leader of the gang, however, was suspicious and shied off wide into the veld; he passed in a semicircle round Jock, a good ten yards away, and came safely back to the path again, and the dog with his nose in the air merely eyed him with a look of humorous interest and mild curiosity. The second kaffir made the loop shorter, and the third shorter still, as they found their alarm and suspicions unjustified; and so on, as each came along, the loop was lessened27 until they passed in safety almost brushing against Jock’s nose. And still he never budged—never moved—except, as each boy approached, to look up at his face and, slowly turning his head, follow him round with his eyes until he re-entered the path. There was something extremely funny in the mechanical regularity28 with which his head swung round. It was so funny that not only the boys at the waggons noticed it and laughed; the unsuspecting Shangaans themselves shared the joke. When half a dozen had passed round in safety, comments followed by grunts29 of agreement or laughter ran along the line, and then, as each fresh boy passed and Jock’s calm inspection30 was repeated, a regular chorus of guffaws32 and remarks broke out. The long heavy bundles on their heads made turning round a slow process, so that, except for the first half-dozen, they were content to enjoy what they saw in front and to know by the laughter from behind that the joke had been repeated all down the line.
The last one walked calmly by; but as he did so there came one short muffled33 bark, “Whoop!” from Jock as he sprang out and nipped the unsuspecting Shangaan behind. The boy let out a yell that made the whole gang jump and clutch wildly at their toppling bundles, and Jock raced along the footpath, leaping, gurgling and snapping behind each one he came near, scattering34 them this way and that, in a romp of wild enjoyment35. The shouts of the scared boys, the clatter36 of the tins as their bundles toppled down, the scrambling37 and scratching as they clawed the ground pretending to pick up stones or sticks to stop his rushes, and the ridiculous rout38 of the thirty Shangaans in every direction, abandoning their baggage and fleeing from the little red enemy only just visible in the grass as he hunted and harried39 them, were too much for my principles and far too much for my gravity. To be quite honest, I weakened badly, and from that day on preferred to look another way when Jock sallied out to inspect a gang of Shangaans. Between them, Jim and Jock had beaten me.
But the weakening brought its own punishment and the joke was not far from making a tragedy. Many times while lying some way off in the shade of a tree or under another waggon I heard Jim, all unconscious of my presence, call in a low deep voice, almost a whisper, “Jock, Jock; kaffirs; Shangaans!” Jock’s head was up in a moment, and a romp of some sort followed unless I intervened. Afterwards, when Jock was deaf, Jim used to reach out and pull his foot or throw a handful of sand or a bunch of grass to rouse him, and when Jock’s head switched up Jim’s big black fist pointing to their common enemy was quite enough.
Jim had his faults, but getting others into mischief40 while keeping out of it himself was not one of them. If he egged Jock on, he was more than ready to stand by him, and on these occasions his first act was to jump for his sticks, which were always pretty handy, and lie in readiness to take a hand if any of the gang should use what he considered unfair means of defence, such as throwing stones and kerries or using assegais or knives; and Jim—the friend of Jock, the avoided enemy of all Shangaans, aching for an excuse to take a hand in the row himself—was not, I fear, a very impartial41 judge.
There was a day outside Barberton which I remember well. We were to start that evening, and knowing that if Jim got into the town he might not be back and fit to work for days, I made him stay with the waggons. He lay there flat out under his waggon with his chin resting on his arms, staring steadily at the glistening42 corrugated43 iron roofs of the town, as morose44 and unapproachable as a surly old watch-dog. From the tent of my waggon I saw him raise his head, and following his glance, picked out a row of bundles against the sky-line. Presently a long string of about fifty time-expired mine-boys came in sight. Jim on his hands and knees scrambled45 over to where Jock lay asleep, and shook him; for this incident occurred after Jock had become deaf.
“Shangaans, Jock; Shangaans! Kill them; kill, kill, kill!” said Jim in gusty46 ferocious whispers. It must have seemed as if Fate had kindly47 provided an outlet48 for the rebellious49 rage and the craving50 for a fight that were consuming him.
As Jock trotted out to head them off Jim reached up to the buck51-rails and pulled down his bundle of sticks and lay down like a tiger on the spring. I had had a lot of trouble with Jim that day, and this annoyed me; but my angry call to stop was unavailing. Jim, pretending not to understand, made no attempt to stop Jock, but contented52 himself with calling to him to come back; and Jock, stone deaf, trotted evenly along with his head, neck, back, and tail, all level—an old trick of Jess’s which generally meant trouble for some one. Slowing down as he neared the Shangaans he walked quietly on until he headed off the leader, and there he stood across the path. It was just the same as before: the boys, finding that he did nothing, merely stepped aside to avoid bumping against him. They were boys taking back their purchases to their kraals to dazzle the eyes of the ignorant with the wonders of civilisation—gaudy blankets, collections of bright tin billies and mugs, tin plates, three-legged pots, clothing, hats, and even small tin trunks painted brilliant yellow, helped to make up their huge bundles. The last boy was wearing a pair of Royal Artillery53 trousers; and I have no doubt he regarded it ever afterwards as nothing less than a calamity54 that they were not safely stowed away in his bundle—for a kaffir would sacrifice his skin rather than his new pants any day. It was from the seat of these too ample bags that Jock took a good mouthful; and it was the boy’s frantic55 jump, rather than Jock’s tug56, that made the piece come out. The sudden fright and the attempts to face about quickly caused several downfalls; the clatter of these spread the panic; and on top of it all came Jock’s charge along the broken line, and the excited shouts of those who thought they were going to be worried to death.
Jim had burst into great bellows57 of laughter and excited—but quite superfluous—shouts of encouragement to Jock, who could not have heard a trumpet58 at ten yards.
But there came a very unexpected change. One big Shangaan had drawn59 from his bundle a brand new side-axe60: I saw the bright steel head flash, as he held it menacingly aloft by the short handle and marched towards Jock. There was a scrambling bound from under the waggon, and Jim, with face distorted and grey with fury, rushed out. In his right hand he brandished61 a tough stout62 fighting stick; in his left I was horrified63 to see an assegai, and well I knew that, with the fighting fury on him, he would think nothing of using it. The Shangaan saw him coming, and stopped; then, still facing Jim, and with the axe raised and feinting repeatedly to throw it, he began to back away. Jim never paused for a second: he came straight on with wild leaps and blood-curdling yells in Zulu fighting fashion and ended with a bound that seemed to drop him right on top of the other. The stick came down with a whirr and a crash that crimped every nerve in my body; and the Shangaan dropped like a log.
I had shouted myself hoarse64 at Jim, but he heard or heeded65 nothing; and seizing a stick from one of the other boys I was already on the way to stop him, but before I got near him he had wrenched66 the axe from the kicking boy and, without pause, gone headlong for the next Shangaan he saw. Then everything went wrong: the more I shouted and the harder I ran, the worse the row. The Shangaans seemed to think I had joined in and was directing operations against them: Jim seemed to be inspired to wilder madness by my shouts and gesticulations; and Jock—well, Jock at any rate had not the remotest doubt as to what he should do. When he saw me and Jim in full chase behind him, his plain duty was to go in for all he was worth; and he did it.
It was half an hour before I got that mad savage67 back. He was as unmanageable as a runaway68 horse. He had walloped the majority of the fifty himself; he had broken his own two sticks and used up a number of theirs; on his forehead there was a small cut and a lump like half an orange; and on the back of his head another cut left by the sticks of the enemy when eight or ten had rallied once in a half-hearted attempt to stand against him.
It was strange how Jim, even in that mood, yielded to the touch of one whom he regarded as his “Inkos.” I could not have forced him back: in that maniac69 condition it would have needed a powerful combination indeed to bring him back against his will. He yielded to the light grip of my hand on his wrist and walked freely along with me; but a fiery70 bounding vitality71 possessed72 him, and with long springy strides he stepped out—looking excitedly about, turning to right and left or even right about, and stepping sideways or even backwards to keep pace with me—yet always yielding the imprisoned73 arm so as not to pull me about. And all the time there came from him a torrent74 of excited gabble in pure Zulu, too fast and too high-flown for me to follow, which was punctuated75 and paragraphed by bursting allusions76 to ‘dogs of Shangaans,’ ‘axes,’ ‘sticks,’ and ‘Jock.’
Near the waggons we passed over the ‘battlefield,’ and a huge guffaw31 of laughter broke from Jim as we came on the abandoned impedimenta of the defeated enemy. Several of the bundles had burst open from the violence of the fall, and the odd collections of the natives were scattered77 about; others had merely shed the outside luggage of tin billies, beakers, pans, boots and hats. Jim looked on it all as the spoils of war, wanting to stop and gather in his loot there and then, and when I pressed on, he shouted to the other drivers to come out and collect the booty.
But my chief anxiety was to end the wretched escapade as quickly as possible and get the Shangaans on their way again; so I sent Jim back to his place under the waggon, and told the cook-boy to give him the rest of my coffee and half a cup of sugar to provide him with something else to think of and to calm him down.
After a wait of half an hour or so, a head appeared just over the rise, and then another and another, at irregular intervals78 and at various points: they were scouting79 very cautiously before venturing back again. I sat in the tent-waggon out of sight and kept quiet, hoping that in a few minutes they would gain confidence, collect their goods, and go their way again. Jim, lying flat under the waggon, was much lower than I was, and—continuing his gabble to the other boys—saw nothing. Unfortunately he looked round just as a scared face peered cautiously over the top of an ant-heap. The temptation was, I suppose, irresistible80: he scrambled to his knees with a pretence81 of starting afresh and let out one ferocious yell that made my hair stand up; and in that second every head bobbed down and the field was deserted82 once more.
If this went on there could be but one ending: the police would be appealed to, Jim arrested, and I should spend days hanging about the courts waiting for a trial from which the noble Jim would probably emerge with three months’ hard labour; so I sallied out as my own herald83 of peace. But the position was more difficult than it looked: as soon as the Shangaans saw my head appearing over the rise, they scattered like chaff84 before the wind, and ran as if they would never stop. They evidently took me for the advance guard in a fresh attack, and from the way they ran seemed to suspect that Jim and Jock might be doing separate flanking movements to cut them off. I stood upon an ant-heap and waved and called, but each shout resulted in a fresh spurt85 and each movement only made them more suspicious. It seemed a hopeless case, and I gave it up.
On the way back to the waggons, however, I thought of Sam—Sam, with his neatly86 patched European clothes, with the slouchy heavy-footed walk of a nigger in boots, with his slack lanky87 figure and serious timid face! Sam would surely be the right envoy88; even the routed Shangaans would feel that there was nothing to fear there. But Sam was by no means anxious to earn laurels89; he was clearly of the poet’s view that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave;” and it was a poor-looking weak-kneed and much dejected scarecrow that dragged its way reluctantly out into the veld to hold parley90 with the routed enemy that day.
At the first mention of Sam’s name Jim had twitched91 round with a snort, but the humour of the situation tickled92 him when he saw the too obvious reluctance93 with which his rival received the honour conferred on him. Between rough gusts94 of laughter Jim rained on him crude ridicule95 and rude comments; and Sam slouched off with head bent96, relieving his heart with occasional clicks and low murmurs97 of disgust. How far the new herald would have ventured, if he had not received most unexpected encouragement, is a matter for speculation98. Jim’s last shout was to advise him not to hide in an ant-bear hole; but, to Sam’s relief, the Shangaans seemed to view him merely as a decoy, even more dangerous than I was; for, as no one else appeared, they had now no idea at all from which quarter the expected attack would come. They were widely scattered more than half a mile away when Sam came in sight; a brief pause followed in which they looked anxiously around, and then, after some aimless dashes about like a startled troop of buck, they seemed to find the line of flight and headed off in a long string down the valley towards the river.
Now, no one had ever run away from Sam before, and the exhilarating sight so encouraged him that he marched boldly on after them. Goodness knows when, if ever, they would have stopped, if Sam had not met a couple of other natives whom the Shangaans had passed and induced them to turn back and reassure99 the fugitives100.
An hour later Sam came back in mild triumph, at the head of the Shangaan gang; and, ‘clothed in a little brief authority,’ stood guard and superintended while they collected their scattered goods—all except the axe that caused the trouble. That they failed to find. The owner may have thought it wise to make no claim on me; Sam, if he remembered it, would have seen the Shangaans and all their belongings101 burned in a pile rather than raise so delicate a question with Jim; I had forgotten all about it—being anxious only to end the trouble and get the Shangaans off; and that villain102 Jim ‘lay low.’ At the first outspan from Barberton next day I saw him carving103 his mark on the handle, unabashed, under my very nose.
The next time Jim got drunk he added something to his opinion of Sam:
“Sam no good: Sam leada Bible! Shangaan, Sam; Shangaan!”
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conspiracy
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disapproval
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hesitation
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boxer
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