NOTE

Many people have heard or read of the cannibals of Natal, who turned large tracts of country into a shambles in the early part of this century, after Tshaka’s impis had swept off all the cattle, and then kept the miserable people continually on the move so that they were unable to cultivate.  One Umdava originated the practice of eating human flesh.  Gathering together the fragments of four scattered tribes, he trained them to hunt human beings as others hunted game.  This gang was a greater scourge to the country surrounding the present site of Pietermaritzburg than even Tshaka’s murdering hordes.  It was broken up in or about the year 1824, when the Europeans first came to the country, and the remnants of many scattered tribes returned and settled under their protection.

All this is history with which most people in South Africa are familiar, but many do not know that some of the cannibals fled to Basutoland, where, among almost inaccessible mountains, they carried on their horrible practices for many years.

It is a well-known fact that when men once surrender themselves to any unnatural and brutal vice, the gratification of the abnormal instinct thus acquired becomes the most imperative need of their nature.  The Falkland Islands case, as bearing specially upon the foregoing narrative, may be mentioned.  Some convicts escaped from the Falkland Island convict station, and succeeded in reaching the coast of Patagonia.  They then endeavored to make their way to Montevideo, but having to keep along the shore so as to avoid the natives, who would have killed them had they ventured inland, were easily intercepted by the government cutter, which was always despatched in cases of the kind to head off fugitives upon their only possible course.  Of the party only one man was found alive.  In their dreadful need the men had cast lots as to who should be killed and eaten by the others, and this went on until only the one man remained.  His sufferings had been so horrible that he was let off any further punishment, and simply brought back to the island to complete the term of his sentence.  Some months after, this man induced another to escape with him in a boat, and, when the boat was overtaken, it was found that he had killed his companion for the purpose of eating the latter’s flesh.  This was apparent from the fact that the supply of food which the fugitives had taken with them was not exhausted.

MARY MUSGRAVE, By Anonymous

“Nine carets ef it’s a blessed one.”

“Scale ‘im, an’ ye’ll find he’s a half better.  Clear es a bottle o’ gin, an’ flawless es the pope!  Tommy Dartmoor, ye’re in luck, s’ welp me never ef ye ain’t, an’ that’s a brilliant yer can show the polis an’ not get time fer.”

Tommy Dartmoor, who owed his surname to a crown establishment within the restraining walls of which he had once enjoyed a temporary residence, growled out a recommendation to “stow that,” and then added, “Boys, we’ll wet this.  Trek to Werstein’s.”