From Capetown to Ladysmith eBook

George Warrington Steevens
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 108 pages of information about From Capetown to Ladysmith.

From Capetown to Ladysmith eBook

George Warrington Steevens
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 108 pages of information about From Capetown to Ladysmith.

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MAP OF THE COUNTRY ROUND LADYSMITH 95

Map illustrating the seat of war in south Africa At end

FROM CAPETOWN TO LADYSMITH

I.

First glimpses of the struggle.

     First impressions—­Denver with A dash of Delhi—­government
     house—­the legislative assembly—­A wrangling debate—­A
     demonstration of the unemployed—­the menace of coming war.

Capetown, Oct. 10.

This morning I awoke, and behold the Norman was lying alongside a wharf at Capetown.  I had expected it, and yet it was a shock.  In this breathless age ten days out of sight of land is enough to make you a merman:  I looked with pleased curiosity at the grass and the horses.

After the surprise of being ashore again, the first thing to notice was the air.  It was as clear—­but there is nothing else in existence clear enough with which to compare it.  You felt that all your life hitherto you had been breathing mud and looking out on the world through fog.  This, at last, was air, was ether.

Right in front rose three purple-brown mountains—­the two supporters peaked, and Table Mountain flat in the centre.  More like a coffin than a table, sheer steep and dead flat, he was exactly as he is in pictures; and as I gazed, I saw his tablecloth of white cloud gather and hang on his brow.

It was enough:  the white line of houses nestling hardly visible between his foot and the sea must indeed be Capetown.

Presently I came into it, and began to wonder what it looked like.  It seemed half Western American with a faint smell of India—­Denver with a dash of Delhi.  The broad streets fronted with new-looking, ornate buildings of irregular heights and fronts were Western America; the battle of warming sun with the stabbing morning cold was Northern India.  The handsome, blood-like electric cars, with their impatient gongs and racing trolleys, were pure America (the motor-men were actually imported from that hustling clime to run them).  For Capetown itself—­you saw it in a moment—­does not hustle.  The machinery is the West’s, the spirit is the East’s or the South’s.  In other cities with trolley-cars they rush; here they saunter.  In other new countries they have no time to be polite; here they are suave and kindly and even anxious to gossip.  I am speaking, understand, on a twelve hours’ acquaintance—­mainly with that large section of Capetown’s inhabitants that handled my baggage between dock and rail way-station.  The niggers are very good-humoured, like the darkies of America.  The Dutch tongue sounds like German spoken by people who will not take the trouble to finish pronouncing it.

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