The Settler and the Savage | Page 3

or more into the air. As they
passed the bushes towards which Considine drove them, a white puff
was seen to burst from them, and the huge roer of Hans Marais sent
forth its bellowing report. It seemed as if the entire flock of boks had
received an electric shock, so high did they spring into the air. Then
they dashed off at full speed, leaving one of their number dead upon the
plain.
When Considine came up he found that Hans had already
disembowelled the springbok, and was in the act of fastening the
carcase on his horse behind the saddle. Remounting immediately, the
hunter galloped towards a mound, on the top of which the bushes
formed a dense brake. Skirting this till he reached the other side, he
pulled up, exclaiming--
"There, you'll find good water in the hollow; go drink, while I prepare
supper on the koppie."
Considine went off at once. Indeed, he could not have done otherwise,
for his impatient horse took the bit in its mouth and galloped towards a

small pool of water, which was so yellow with mud that it resembled
thin pea-soup.
Thirsty though he was, the youth could not help smiling at his new
friend's idea of "good" water, but he was not in a condition to be
fastidious. Jumping out of the saddle, he lay down on his breast, dipped
his lips into the muddy liquid, and drank with as much enjoyment as if
the beverage had been nectar--or Bass. Rob Roy also stood, in a state of
perfect bliss, in the middle of the pool, sucking the water in with
unwearied vigour. It seemed as if man and horse had laid a wager as to
who should drink most. At last, the point of utmost capacity in both
was reached, and they retired with a sigh of contentment, Rob Roy to
browse on the plain, and his master to betake himself to the
encampment on the knoll, where Hans Marais quickly supplied him
with glorious steaks of springbok venison.
"Isn't it an enjoyable thing to eat when one is hungry, eh?" said
Considine, after half an hour's silent devotion to the duty in
hand.--"Why, where got you that?"
He referred to an ostrich egg which his companion had taken from a
saddle-bag, and in one end of which he was busy boring a hole.
"Found it in the sand just before I found you," said Hans. "Did you ever
eat one?"
"No, never."
"Well then, you shall do so now, and I'll show you how the niggers
here make an omelet."
He planted the huge egg in the hot ashes as he spoke, and kept stirring
its contents with a piece of stick until sufficiently cooked.
"Not bad,--eh?"
"Glorious!" exclaimed Considine, smacking his lips.

Both youths continued to smack their lips over the egg until it was
finished, after which Charlie pronounced it not only a glorious but a
satisfying morsel. This was doubtless true, for an ostrich egg is
considered equal to twenty-four hen's eggs.
Returning to the springbok steaks, the half-starved youth continued his
repast, while Hans Marais, having finished, extended his huge frame
beside the camp-fire, leaned upon his saddle, and smoked his pipe in
benignant contemplation of his companion.
"This is pleasant!" said Charlie, pausing, with a sigh, and looking up.
"Ja, it is pleasant," replied Hans.
"Ja!" repeated Charlie, quoting the Dutch "Yes" of the other; "are you a
Dutchman?"
"I am; at least I am a Cape colonist descended from Dutchmen. Why
are you surprised?"
"Because," replied his companion, while he prepared another steak over
the embers, "you speak English so well that I could not have known it.
How came you to learn the language so perfectly?"
"My father, being wiser than some of his friends and neighbours," said
Hans, "sent me to Capetown to be educated. I suppose that is the reason.
We dwelt in the western part of the colony then, and I was the eldest of
the family. When a number of us Dutchmen left that part of the
country--being disgusted with the Government,--and came up here, my
brothers and sister had to be taken from school. This was a pity, for
education taught me to know that education is an inestimable blessing--
the want of it a heavy misfortune."
"True," remarked Considine. But being still too busy with the steaks to
pursue the subject he merely added--"Does your father live near this?"
"About seven hours' ride, which, as I daresay you know, is forty-two
miles. You shall go home with me to-morrow."

"How many are there of you?" asked Considine, looking at the young
Dutchman over a bone. "Excuse my being so impolite," he added, "but
d'you know, one feels horribly like a tiger after a two days' fast."
"Don't