CHAPTER III
THE STORY OF THE SHIPWRECK
"What shall we do with this boy whom Suzanne has brought to us, wife?"
asked Jan of me that day while both the children lay asleep.
"Do with him, husband!" I answered; "we shall keep him; he is the
Lord's gift."
"He is English, and I hate the English," said Jan, looking down.
"English or Dutch, husband, he is of noble blood, and the Lord's gift,
and to turn him away would be to turn away our luck."
"But how if his people come to seek him?"
"When they come we will talk of it, but I do not think that they will
come; I think that the sea has swallowed them all."
After that Jan said no more of this matter for many years; indeed I
believe that from the first he desired to keep the child, he who was
sonless.
Now while the boy lay asleep Jan mounted his horse and rode for two
hours to the stead of our neighbour, the Heer van Vooren. This Van
Vooren was a very rich man, by far the richest of us outlying Boers,
and he had come to live in these wilds because of some bad act that he
had done; I think that it was the shooting of a coloured person when
he was angry. He was a strange man and much feared, sullen in
countenance, and silent by nature. It was said that his grandmother
was a chieftainess among the red Kaffirs, but if so, the blood showed
more in his son and only child than in himself. Of this son, who in
after years was named Swart Piet, and his evil doings I shall have to
tell later in my story, but even then his dark face and savage temper
had earned for him the name of "the little Kaffir."
Now the wife of the Heer van Vooren was dead, and he had a tutor for
his boy Piet, a poor Hollander body who could speak English. That man
knew figures also, for once when, thinking that I should be too clever
for him, I asked him how often the wheel of our big waggon would turn
round travelling between our farm and Capetown Castle, he took a rule
and measured the wheel, then having set down some figures on a bit of
paper, and worked at them for a while, he told me the answer. Whether
it was right or wrong I did not know, and said so, whereon the poor
creature grew angry, and lied in his anger, for he swore that he could
tell how often the wheel would turn in travelling from the earth to
the sun or moon, and also how far we were from those great lamps, a
thing that is known to God only, Who made them for our comfort. It is
little wonder, therefore, that with such unholy teaching Swart Piet
grew up so bad.
Well, Jan went to beg the loan of this tutor, thinking that he would
be able to understand what the English boy said, and in due course the
creature came in a pair of blue spectacles and riding on a mule, for
he dared not trust himself to a horse. Afterwards, when the child woke
up from his long sleep, and had been fed and dressed, the tutor spoke
with him in that ugly English tongue of which I could never even bear
the sound, and this was the story that he drew from him.
It seems that the boy, who gave his name as Ralph Kenzie, though I
believe that really it was Ralph Mackenzie, was travelling with his
father and mother and many others from a country called India, which
is one of those places that the English have stolen in different parts
of the world, as they stole the Cape and Natal and all the rest. They
travelled for a long while in a big ship, for India is a long way off,
till, when they were near this coast, a storm sprang up, and after the
wind had blown for two days they were driven on rocks a hundred miles
or more away from our stead. So fierce was the sea and so quickly did
the ship break to pieces that only one boat was got out, which, except
for a crew of six men, was filled with women and children. In this
boat the boy Ralph and his mother were given a place, but his father
did not come, although the captain begged him, for he was a man of
some importance, whose life was of more value than those of common
people. But he refused, for he said that he would stop and share the
fate of the other men, which shows that this English lord, for I think
he was a lord, had a high spirit. So he kissed his wife and child and
blessed them, and the boat was lowered to the sea, but before another
could be got ready the great ship slipped back from the rock upon
which she hung and sank (for this we heard afterwards from some
Kaffirs who saw it), and all aboard of her were drowned. May God have
mercy upon them!
When it was near to the shore the boat was overturned, and some of
those in it were drowned, but Ralph and his mother were cast safely on
the beach, and with them others. Then one of the men looked at a
compass and they began to walk southwards, hoping doubtless to reach
country where white people lived. All that befell afterwards I cannot
tell, for the poor child was too frightened and bewildered to
remember, but it seems that the men were killed in a fight with
natives, who, however, did not touch the women and children. After
that the women and the little ones died one by one of hunger and
weariness, or were taken by wild beasts, till at last none were left
save Ralph and his mother. When they were alone they met a Kaffir
woman, who gave them as much food as they could carry, and by the help
of this food they struggled on southward for another five or six days,
till at length one morning, after their food was gone, Ralph woke to
find his mother cold and dead beside him.
When he was sure that she was dead he was much frightened, and ran
away as fast as he could. All that day he staggered forward, till in
the evening he came to the kloof, and being quite exhausted, knelt
upon the flat stone to pray, as he had been taught to do, and there
Suzanne found him. Such was the story, and so piteous it seemed to us
that we wept as we listened, yes, even Jan wept, and the tutor
snivelled and wiped his weak eyes.
That it was true in the main we learned afterwards from the Kaffirs, a
bit here and a bit there. Indeed, one of our own people, while
searching for Suzanne, found the body of Ralph's mother and buried it.
He said that she was a tall and noble-looking lady, not much more than
thirty years of age. We did not dig her up again to look at her, as
perhaps we should have done, for the Kaffir declared that she had
nothing on her except some rags and two rings, a plain gold one and
another of emeralds, with a device carved upon it, and in the pocket
of her gown a little book bound in red, that proved to be a Testament,
on the fly leaf of which was written in English, "Flora Gordon, the
gift of her mother, Agnes Janey Gordon, on her confirmation," and with
it a date.
All these things the Kaffir brought home faithfully, also a lock of
the lady's fair hair, which he had cut off with his assegai. That lock
of hair labelled in writing--remember it, Suzanne, when I am gone--is
in the waggon box which stands beneath my bed. The other articles
Suzanne here has, as is her right, for her grandfather settled them on
her by will, and with them one thing which I forgot to mention. When
we undressed the boy Ralph, we found hanging by a gold chain to his
neck, where he said his mother placed it the night before she died, a
large locket, also of gold. This locket contained three little
pictures painted on ivory, one in each half of it and one with the
plain gold back on a hinge between them. That to the right was of a
handsome man in uniform, who, Ralph told me, was his father (and
indeed he left all this in writing, together with his will); that to
the left, of a lovely lady in a low dress, who, he said, was his
mother; that in the middle a portrait of the boy himself, as anyone
could see, which must have been painted not more than a year before we
found him. This locket and the pictures my great-granddaughter Suzanne
has also.
Now, as I have said, we let that unhappy lady lie in her rude grave
yonder by the sea, but my husband took men and built a cairn of stones
over it and a strong wall about it, and there it stands to this day,
for not long ago I met one of the folk from the Old Colony who had
seen it, and who told me that the people that live in those parts now
reverence the spot, knowing its story. Also, when some months
afterwards a minister came to visit us, we led him to the place and he
read the Burial Service over the lady's bones, so that she did not
lack for Christian Burial.
Well, this wreck made a great stir, for many were drowned in it, and
the English Government sent a ship of war to visit the place where it
happened, but none came to ask us what we knew of the matter; indeed,
we never learned that the frigate had been till she was gone again. So
it came about that the story died away, as such stories do in this sad
world, and for many years we heard no more of it.
For a while the boy Ralph was like a haunted child. At night, and now
and again even in the daytime, he would be seized with terror, and sob
and cry in a way that was piteous to behold, though not to be wondered
at by any who knew his history. When these fits took him, strange as
it may seem, there was but one who could calm his heart, and that one
Suzanne. I can see them now as I have seen them thrice that I
remember, the boy sitting up in his bed, a stare of agony in his eyes,
and the sweat running down his face, damping his yellow hair, and
talking rapidly, half in English, half in Dutch, with a voice that at
times would rise to a scream, and at times would sink to a whisper, of
the shipwreck, of his lost parents, of the black Indian woman who
nursed him, of the wilderness, the tigers, and the Kaffirs who fell on
them, and many other things. By him sits Suzanne, a soft kaross of
jackal skins wrapped over her nightgown, the dew of sleep still
showing upon her childish face and in her large dark eyes. By him she
sits, talking in some words which for us have little meaning, and in a
voice now shrill, and now sinking to a croon, while with one hand she
clasps his wrist, and with the other strokes his brow, till the shadow
passes from his soul and, clinging close to her, he sinks back to
sleep.
But as the years went by these fits grew rarer till at last they
ceased altogether, since, thanks be to God, childhood can forget its
grief. What did not cease, however, was the lad's love for Suzanne, or
her love for him, which, if possible, was yet deeper. Brother may love
sister, but that affection, however true, yet lacks something, since
nature teaches that it can never be complete. But from the beginning--
yes, even while they were children--these twain were brother and
sister, friend and friend, lover and lover; and so they remained till
life left them, and so they will remain for aye in whatever life they
live. Their thought was one thought, their heart was one heart; in
them was neither variableness nor shadow of turning; they were each of
each, to each and for each, as one soul in their separate spirits, as
one flesh in their separate bodies. I who write this am a very old
woman, and though in many things I am most ignorant, I have seen much
of the world and of the men who live in it, yet I say that never have
I known any marvel to compare with the marvel and the beauty of the
love between Ralph Kenzie, the castaway, and my sweet daughter,
Suzanne. It was of heaven, not of earth; or, rather, like everything
that is perfect, it partook both of earth and heaven. Yes, yes, it
wandered up the mountain paths of earth to the pure heights of heaven,
where now it dwells for ever.
The boy Ralph grew up fair and brave and strong, with keen grey eyes
and a steady mouth, nor did I know any lad of his years who could
equal him in strength and swiftness of foot; for, though in youth he
was not over tall, he was broad in the breast and had muscles that
never seemed to tire. Now, we Boers think little of book learning,
holding, as we do, that if a man can read the Holy Word it is enough.
Still Jan and I thought as Ralph was not of our blood, though
otherwise in all ways a son to us, that it was our duty to educate him
as much in the fashion of his own people as our circumstances would
allow. Therefore, after he had been with us some two years, when one
day the Hollander tutor man, with the blue spectacles, of whom I have
spoken, rode up to our house upon his mule, telling us that he had
fled from the Van Voorens because he could no longer bear witness to
the things that were practised at their stead, we engaged him to teach
Ralph and Suzanne. He remained with us six years, by which time both
the children had got much learning from him; though how much it is not
for me, who have none, to judge. They learnt history and reading and
writing, and something of the English tongue, but I need scarcely say
that I would not suffer him to teach them to pry into the mystery of
God's stars, as he wished to do, for I hold that such lore is impious
and akin to witchcraft of which I have seen enough from Sihamba and
others.
I asked this Hollander more particularly why he had fled from the Van
Voorens, but he would tell me little more than that it was because of
the wizardries practised there. If I might believe him, the Heer Van
Vooren made a custom of entertaining Kaffir witch doctors and
doctoresses at his house, and of celebrating with them secret and
devilish rites, to which his son, Swart Piet, was initiated in his
presence. That this last story was true I have no doubt indeed, seeing
that the events of after years prove it to have been so.
Well, at last the Hollander left us to marry a rich old vrouw twenty
years his senior, and that is all I have to say about him, except that
if possible I disliked him more when he walked out of the house than
when he walked in; though why I should have done so I do not know, for
he was a harmless body. Perhaps it was because he played the flute,
which I have always thought contemptible in a man.
