"You have no idea, Swinton," said Alexander, "how much I am excited already by this interview."
"I can imagine it, my dear Wilmot," said Swinton; "it is but natural, for he is your kinsman by all report, and certainly, although a Caffre in his habits and manners, his countenance and features are strikingly European."
"That I have observed myself, and it has fully convinced me of the truth of the statement. I am most anxious to examine him--we must call the interpreter."
The chief entered the hut soon afterwards, and took his seat; the interpreter was sent for, and the conversation was begun by Daaka, who, like most of the Caffre chiefs, with the hope of obtaining presents, stated himself to be very poor, his cattle to be all dying, and his children without milk. Our travellers allowed him to go on for some time in this manner, and then sent for a present of beads and tobacco, which they gave to him. They then commenced their inquiries, and the first question they asked was, why he resided so near the sea.
"Because the sea is my mother," replied he "I came from the sea, and the sea feeds me when I am hungry."
"In that reply he evidently refers to the wreck of the ship," observed Swinton; "and I presume, from the fish-bones which we have seen about the kraal, that these Caffres feed on fish, which the other tribes do not, and therefore it is that he says his mother feeds him."
"Was your mother white?" inquired Alexander.
"Yes," replied Daaka, "her skin was white as yours; her hair was just like yours, long and dark; but before she died it was quite white."
"What was your mother"s name?"
"k.u.ma," replied the chief.
"Had you any brothers and sisters?"
"Yes, I had; I have one sister alive now."
"What is her name?" inquired Swinton.
"Bess," replied the chief.
"This is very confirmatory," said Alexander; "my aunt"s name was Elizabeth; she must have called her child after herself."
"Whom did your mother marry?"
"She first married my uncle, and had no children; and then she married my father: both were chiefs, and I am a chief; she had five children by my father."
A long conversation took place after this, the substance of which we may as well communicate to the reader in few words. From the children of k.u.ma, supposed to be Elizabeth, the aunt of Alexander, were produced a numerous race of the European blood, who were celebrated in the Caffre-land for their courage; they were continually engaged in war, as their alliance was eagerly sought, and in consequence had nearly all perished. Daaka himself was renowned for warlike exploits, but he was now a very old man. In the evening the chief took his leave, and went to his own hut.
As soon as they were alone, Alexander said to Swinton, "I have now so far fulfilled my promise to my worthy relation that I have seen this descendant of his child; but what am I to do? An old man like him is not very likely to consent to go to England, and as for his sister Bess, he states that she is equally infirm; the progeny of the rest of the family are scattered about, and he himself knows nothing about them; to collect them would be impossible, and if collected, equally impossible to remove them, for they would not leave. My old relative fancies, in his mind"s eye, his daughter weeping over her captivity, and longing to be restored to her country and her relations; still retaining European feelings and sympathies, and miserable in her position; her children brought up by her with the same ideas, and some day looking forward to their emanc.i.p.ation from this savage state of existence: I think if he were here, and saw old Daaka, he would soon divest himself of all these romantic ideas."
"I think so too; but there is one thing which has struck me very forcibly, Alexander, which is, if this Daaka is the son of your aunt how comes it that he is so old? When was the _Grosvenor_ lost?"
"In the year 1752."
"And we are now in 1829. Your aunt you stated to have been ten or twelve years old at the time of the wreck. Allowing her to marry at the earliest age, Daaka could not well be more than forty-eight years old; and surely he is more than that."
"He looks much older, certainly; but who can tell the age of a savage, who has been living a life of constant privation, and who has been so often wounded as his scars show that he has been? Wounds and hardship will soon make a man look old."
"That is very true, but still he appears to be to be older than the dates warrant."
"I think his stating that his sister was named Bess is full corroboration."
"It is rather circ.u.mstantial evidence, Wilmot: now what do you propose to do?"
"I hardly know; but I wish to be in Daaka"s company some time longer, that I may gain more intelligence; and I think of proposing to him that we should go down to visit the remains of the wreck of his mother, as he terms it. I should like to see a spot so celebrated for misfortune, and behold the remains of the ill-fated vessel; I should like to have to tell my good old uncle all I can, and he will wish that I should be able to give him every information."
"Well, I think it is a good plan of yours, and we will propose it to him to-morrow morning."
"And I should like to visit his sister Bess--indeed, I must do so. He says she is much younger than he is."
"He did, and therefore I think his age does not correspond with our dates, as I observed before," replied Swinton; "but, as you say, you must see his sister."
Daaka had sent an old cow as a present to Alexander, which was a very seasonable supply, as the hippopotamus-flesh had all been eaten. The next morning they proposed that he should accompany them to where the _Grosvenor_ had been wrecked.
Daaka did not at first appear to know what they wished, and inquired, through the interpreter, whether they meant the ship that was wrecked on the sea-coast, pointing to the eastward. On receiving an answer in the affirmative, he agreed to set off with them that afternoon, saying that it was about forty miles off, and that they would not get there until the next day.
About noon they set off on their journey, and as they made but slow progress over a rugged although most beautiful country, they stopped at night at a kraal about half-way. Early the next morning they were led by Daaka and some Caffres who accompanied him to the sea-sh.o.r.e, and when they had arrived at the beach, it being then low water, Daaka pointed to a reef, upon which were to be seen the guns, ballast, and a portion of the keelson of a ship--all that remained of the unfortunate _Grosvenor_.
As the sea washed over the reef, now covering and now exposing these mementoes of misery and suffering, Alexander and Swinton remained for some time without speaking; at last Alexander said--
"Swinton, you have read the history of this unfortunate vessel, I know, for you asked me for it to read. What a succession of scenes of horror do these remains, which from their solid weigh only have defied the power of the winds and waves, conjure up at this moment in my mind. I think I now behold the brave vessel dashed upon the reefs--the scream of despair from all on board--the heart-rending situation of the women and children--their wonderful escape and landing on sh.o.r.e, only to be subjected to greater suffering. See, Swinton, that must have been the rock which they all gained, and upon which they remained shivering through the night."
"It is, I have no doubt, from its position," said Swinton.
"Yes, it must have been; I think I see them all--men, women, and helpless children--huddled together, half-clothed and suffering, quitting that rock by this only path from it, and setting off upon their mad and perilous journey: the scattering of the parties--their perils and hunger--their conflicts with the natives--their sufferings from heat and from thirst--their sinking down one by one into the welcome arms of death, or torn to pieces by the wolves and hyenas as they lagged behind the others. How much more fortunate those who never gained the sh.o.r.e."
"Yes, indeed," replied Swinton; "except the eight who reached the Cape, and the five that Daaka a.s.serts were saved, all the rest must have perished in that dreadful manner."
Alexander remained for some time in painful thought; at last he turned to Daaka and said, as he pointed to the remains of the wreck, "And this then is your mother?"
Daaka looked at him and shook his head. "No, not my mother this,"
replied he; "my mother down there," replied he, pointing out in a northerly direction.
"What does he mean, Swinton? he says this is not his mother."
"I will speak to him, Wilmot; you are too much agitated," replied Swinton.
"Is not that the vessel which your mother was lost in?" said Swinton, through the interpreter.
"No," replied Daaka; "my mother came on sh.o.r.e in a vessel up the little river out there; I was a boy when this large ship was wrecked; and got some iron from her to make a.s.saguays."
"Merciful heaven! what joy I feel; I trust it is true what he says."
"I have no doubt of it, Wilmot; I told you he was too old a man,"
replied Swinton; "but let me question him further."
Our readers may imagine the impatience of Alexander while the questions of Swinton were being answered, and by which it appears that Daaka"s mother was lost at the mouth of the Lauwanbaz, a small river some miles to the eastward of the Zemsooboo. An old Caffre, who had come down with Daaka, now gave a particular account of the wreck of the _Grosvenor_, corroborating all Daaka"s a.s.sertions.
"Were there none of the _Grosvenor"s_ people left in the country?"
inquired Swinton.