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individual　who　had　accused　me　of　cheating　the　company　and　then

departed；　and　a　withered　old　Hottentot　who　at　that　distance；　nearly　a

hundred　yards　away；　much　reminded　me　of　a　certain　Hans。



This　Hans；　I　must　explain；　was　originally　a　servant　of　my　father；　who

was　a　missionary　in　the　Cape　Colony；　and　had　been　my　companion　in　many

adventures。　Thus　in　my　youth　he　and　I　alone　escaped　when　Dingaan

murdered　Retief　and　his　party　of　Boers；＇*＇　and　he　had　been　one　of　my

party　in　our　quest　for　the　wonderful　orchid；　the　record　of　which　I

have　written　down　in　〃The　Holy　Flower。〃



＇*＇　See　the　book　called　〃Marie。〃Editor。



Hans　had　his　weak　points；　among　which　must　be　counted　his　love　of

liquor；　but　he　was　a　gallant　and　resourceful　old　fellow　as　indeed　he

had　amply　proved　upon　that　orchid…seeking　expedition。　Moreover　he

loved　me　with　a　love　passing　the　love　of　women。　Now；　having　acquired

some　money　in　a　way　I　need　not　stop　to　describefor　is　it　not　written

elsewhere？he　was　settled　as　a　kind　of　little　chief　on　a　farm　not

very　far　from　Durban；　where　he　lived　in　great　honour　because　of　the

fame　of　his　deeds。



The　white　man　and　Hans；　if　Hans　it　was；　were　engaged　in　violent

altercation　whereof　snatches　floated　to　me　on　the　breeze；　spoken　in

the　Dutch　tongue。



〃You　dirty　little　Hottentot！〃　shouted　the　white　man；　waving　a　stick；

〃I'll　cut　the　liver　out　of　you。　What　do　you　mean　by　nosing　about　after

me　like　a　jackal？〃　And　he　struck　at　Hans；　who　jumped　aside。



〃Son　of　a　fat　white　sow；〃　screamed　Hans　in　answer　（for　the　moment　I

heard　his　voice　I　knew　that　it　was　Hans）；　〃did　you　dare　to　call　the

Baas　a　thief？　Yes；　a　thief；　O　Rooter　in　the　mud；　O　Feeder　on　filth　and

worms；　O　Hog　of　the　gutterthe　Baas；　the　clipping　of　whose　nail　is

worth　more　than　you　and　all　your　family；　he　whose　honour　is　as　clear

as　the　sunlight　and　whose　heart　is　cleaner　than　the　white　sand　of　the

sea。〃



〃Yes；　I　did；〃　roared　the　white　man；　〃for　he　got　my　money　in　the　gold

mine。〃



〃Then；　hog；　why　did　you　run　away。　Why　did　you　not　wait　to　tell　him　so

outside　that　house？〃



〃I'll　teach　you　about　running　away；　you　little　yellow　dog；〃　replied

the　other；　catching　Hans　a　cut　across　the　ribs。



〃Oh！　you　want　to　see　me　run；　do　you？〃　said　Hans；　skipping　back　a　few

yards　with　wonderful　agility。　〃Then　look！〃



Thus　speaking　he　lowered　his　head　and　charged　like　a　buffalo。　Fair　in

the　middle　he　caught　that　white　man；　causing　him　to　double　up；　fly

backwards　and　land　with　a　most　resounding　splash　in　the　deepest　part

of　the　muddy　sluit。　Here　I　may　remark　that；　as　his　shins　are　the

weakest；　a　Hottentot's　head　is　by　far　the　hardest　and　most　dangerous

part　of　him。　Indeed　it　seems　to　partake　of　the　nature　of　a　cannon

ball；　for；　without　more　than　temporary　disturbance　to　its　possessor；　I

have　seen　a　half…loaded　wagon　go　over　one　of　them　on　a　muddy　road。



Having　delivered　this　home　thrust　Hans　bolted　round　a　corner　and

disappeared；　while　I　waited　trembling　to　see　what　happened　to　his

adversary。　To　my　relief　nearly　a　minute　later　he　crept　out　of　the

sluit　covered　with　mud　and　dripping　with　water　and　hobbled　off　slowly

down　the　street；　his　head　so　near　his　feet　that　he　looked　as　though　he

had　been　folded　in　two；　and　his　hands　pressed　upon　what　I　believe　is

medically　known　as　the　diaphragm。　Then　I　also　went　upon　my　way　roaring

with　laughter。　Often　I　have　heard　Hottentots　called　the　lowest　of

mankind；　but；　reflected　I；　they　can　at　any　rate　be　good　friends　to

those　who　treat　them　wella　fact　of　which　I　was　to　have　further　proof

ere　long。



By　the　time　I　reached　my　house　and　had　filled　my　pipe　and　sat　myself

down　in　the　dilapidated　cane　chair　on　the　veranda；　that　natural

reaction　set　in　which　so　often　follows　rejoicing　at　the　escape　from　a

great　danger。　It　was　true　that　no　one　believed　I　had　cheated　them　over

that　thrice…accursed　gold　mine；　but　how　about　other　matters？



I　mused　upon　the　Bible　narrative　of　Jacob　and　Esau　with　a　new　and　very

poignant　sympathy　for　Esau。　I　wondered　what　would　become　of　my　Jacob。

Jacob；　I　mean　the　original；　prospered　exceedingly　as　a　result　of　his

deal　in　porridge；　and；　as　thought　I；　probably　would　his　artful

descendant　who　so　appropriately　bore　his　name。　As　a　matter　of　fact　I

do　not　know　what　became　of　him；　but　bearing　his　talents　in　mind　I

think　it　probable　that；　like　Van　Koop；　under　some　other　patronymic　he

has　now　been　rewarded　with　a　title　by　the　British　Government。　At　any

rate　I　had　eaten　the　porridge　in　the　shape　of　worthless　but　dearly

purchased　shares；　after　labouring　hard　at　the　chase　of　the　golden

calf；　while　brother　Jacob　had　got　my　inheritance；　or　rather　my　money。

Probably　he　was　now　counting　it　over　in　sovereigns　upon　the　ship　and

sniggering　as　he　thought　of　the　shareholders'　meeting　with　me　in　the

chair。　Well；　he　was　a　thief　and　would　run　his　road　to　whatever　end　is

appointed　for　thieves；　so　why　should　I　bother　my　head　more　about　him？

As　I　had　kept　my　honourlet　him　take　my　savings。



But　I　had　a　son　to　support；　and　now　what　was　I　to　do　with　scarcely

three　hundred　pounds；　a　good　stock　of　guns　and　this　little　Durban

property　left　to　me　in　the　world？　Commerce　in　all　its　shapes　I

renounced　once　and　for　ever。　It　was　too　highor　too　lowfor　me；　so

it　would　seem　that　there　remained　to　me　only　my　old　business　of

professional　hunting。　Once　again　I　must　seek　those　adventures　which　I

had　forsworn　when　my　evil　star　shone　so　brightly　over　a　gold　mine。

What　was　it　to　be？　Elephants；　I　supposed；　since　these　are　the　only

creatures　worth　killing　from　a　money　point　of　view。　But　most　of　my　old

haunts　had　been　more　or　less　shot　out。　The　competition　of　younger

professionals；　of　wandering　backveld　Boers　and　even　of　poaching

natives　who　had　obtained　guns；　was　growing　severe。　If　I　went　at　all　I

should　have　to　travel　farther　afield。



Whilst　I　meditated　thus；　turning　over　the　comparative　advantages　or

disadvantages　of　various　possible　hunting　grounds　in　my　mind；　my

attention　was　caught　by　a　kind　of　cough　that　seemed　to　proceed　from

the　farther　side　of　a　large　gardenia　bush。　It　was　not　a　human　cough；

but　rather　resembled　that　made　by　a　certain　small　buck　at　night；

probably　to　signal　to　its　mate；　which　of　course　it　could　not　be　as

there　were　no　buck　within　several　miles。　Yet　I　knew　it　came　from　a

human　throat；　for　had　I　not　heard　it　before　in　many　an　hour　of

difficulty　and　danger？



〃Draw　near；　Hans；〃　I　said　in　Dutch；　and　instantly　out　of　a　clump　of

aloes　that　grew　in　front　of　the　pomegranate　hedge；　crept　the　withered

shape　of　the　old　Hottentot；　as　a　big　yellow　snake　might　do。　Why　he

should　choose　this　method　of　advance　instead　of　that　offered　by　the

garden　path　I　did　not　know；　but　it　was　quite　in　accordance　with　his

secretive　nature；　inherited　from　a　hundred　generations　of　ancestors

who　spent　their　lives　avoiding　the　observation　of　murderous　foes。



He　squatted　down　in　front　of　me；　staring　in　a　vacant　way　at　the　fierce

ball　of　the　westering　sun　without　blinking　an　eyelid；　just　as　a

vulture　does。



〃You　look　to　me　as　though　you　had　been　fighting；　Hans；〃　I　said。　〃The

crown　of　your　hat　is　knocked　out；　you　are　splashed　with　mud　and　there

is　the　mark　of　a　stick　upon　your　left　side。〃



〃Yes；　Baas。　You　are　right　as　usual；　Baas。　I　had　a　quarrel　with　a　man

about　sixpence　that　he　owed　me；　and　knocked　him　over　with　my　head；

forgetting　to　take　my　hat　off　first。　Therefore　it　is　spoiled；　for

which　I　am　sorry；　as　it　was　quite　a　new　hat；　not　two　years　old。　The

Baas　gave　it　me。　He　bought　it　in　a　store　at　Utrecht　when　we　were

coming　back　from　Pongoland。〃



〃Why　do　you　lie　to　me？〃　I　asked　〃You　have　been　fighting　a　white　man

and　for　more　than　sixpence。　You　knocked　him　into　a　sluit　and　the　mud

splashed　up　over　you。〃



〃Yes；　Baas；　that　is　so。　Your　spirit　speaks　truly　to　you　of　the　matter。

Yet　it　wanders　a　little　from　the　path；　since　I　fought　the　white　man

for　less　than　sixpence。　I　fought　him　for　love；　which　is　nothing　at

all。〃



〃Then　you　are　even　a　bigger　fool　than　I　took　you　for；　Hans。　What　do

you　want　now？〃



〃I　want　to　borrow　a　pound；　Baas。　The　white　man　will　take　me　before　the

magistrate；　and　I　shall　be　fined　a　pound；　or　fourteen　days　in　the

/trunk/　（i。e。　jail）。　It　is　true　that　the　white　man　struck　me　first；

but　the　magistrate　will　not　believe　the　word　of　a　poor　old　Hottentot

against　his；　and　I　have　no　witness。　He　will　say；　'Hans；　you　were　drunk

again。　Hans；　you　are　a　liar　and　deserve　to　be　flogged；　which　you　will

be　next　time。　Pay　a　pound　and　ten　shillings　more；　which　is　the　price

of　good　white　justice；　or　go　to　the　/trunk/　for　fourteen　days　and　make

baskets　there　for　the　great　Queen　to　use。'　Baas；　I　have　the　price　of

the　justice　which　is　ten　shillings；　but　I　want　to　borrow　the　pound　for

the　fine。〃



〃Hans；　I　think　that　just　now　you　are　better　able　to　lend　me　a　pound

than　I　am　to　lend　one　to　you。　My　bag　is　empty；　Hans。〃



〃Is　it　so；　Baas？　Well；　it