the days of my life-第9部分

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o　on。
Then　he　retired。　Presently　the　warriors　arrived　in　panies　singing　a　sort　of　solemn　chant。　Each　man　was　dressed　in　his　fierce；　fantastic　war…dress。　One　half　wore　heron　plumes；　the　rest　long　black　plumes；　each　pany　had　a　leader　and　a　separate　pattern　of　shield。　They　formed　themselves　into　a　half…square　looking　very　fierce　and　imposing。　Each　pany　as　it　arrived　caught　up　the　solemn　war…chant；　which　was　sung　in　perfect　time　and　was　the　most　impressive　thing　I　ever　heard。
As　the　chief　came　up　attended　by　his　bodyguard　it　grew　louder　and　louder；　till　it　swelled　to　a　regular　paean；　when　the　old　man；　fired　with　martial　ardour；　flung　off　the　attendants　who　supported　him；　and　forgetting　his　age　and　weakness　ran　to　the　head　of　his　warriors。　I　shall　never　forget　the　sight。
The　Governor　drew　near　and　was　met　with　the　royal　salute　accorded　only　to　Cetewayo；　Mr。　Shepstone　and　the　Governor　of　Natal　—　in　itself　imposing　when　pronounced　by　a　great　number；　“Bayete；　Bayete！”
The　dance　then　menced　and　was　a　wonderful　performance。　pany　after　pany　charged　past　looking　for　all　the　world　like　great　fierce　birds　swooping　on　their　prey。　Assegais　extended　and　shields　on　high；　they　flitted　backwards　and　forwards；　acpanying　every　moment　with　a　shrill　hiss　something　like　the　noise　which　thousands　of　angry　snakes　would　make；　only　shriller；　a　sound　impossible　to　describe　but　not　easy　to　forget。　It　would　vary：　—　now　it　is　a　troop　of　lions；　now　a　pack　of　wild　dogs　hounding　their　prey　to　death。
Then　forth　leaped　warrior　after　warrior：　advanced；　challenged；　leapt　five　feet　into　the　air；　was　down；　was　up；　was　between　his　own　legs；　was　anywhere　and　everywhere；　and　was　met　with　this　sibilating　applause　which　rose　and　fell　and　rose　again；　but　always　in　perfect　time。
By　this　time　they　were　well　excited；　even　the　little　boys　of　the　tribe　had　got　shields　and　joined　themselves　on　at　the　end；　while　the　beauties；　and　some　of　them　were　not　unworthy　of　the　name；　took　hold　of　long　branches　and　went　undulating　about　（the　only　word　to　describe　their　motion）　urging　the　warriors　on。
Presently　forth　sprang　the　heir…apparent；　and　in　a　moment　the　air　was　filled　with　this　fierce　sibilation　and　every　warrior　roused　into　wild　activity。
It　was　a　splendidly　barbaric　sight。　The　singing　was　the　finest　part　of　it。　The　last　royal　salute　was　also　imposing；　it　is　made　by　striking　the　assegais　on　the　shield。　It　mences　with　a　low　murmur　like　that　of　the　sea；　growing　louder　and　louder　till　it　sounds　like　far…off　thunder；　and　ending　with　a　quick　sharp　rattle　。　。　。　。
In　a　letter　dated　July　6；　1876；　I　say：
。　。　。　I　stopped　three　days　in　Durban　and　enjoyed　the　change　very　much；　as　it　was　the　first　holiday　I　have　had　with　the　exception　of　a　week　when　I　was　sick。　。　。　。　There　is　somewhat　stirring　news　from　the　Transvaal　telling　of　the　first　skirmish　between　the　Boers　and　Secocoeni；　a　native　chief　of　very　considerable　power。　If　the　Boers　have　to　deal　with　him　alone　they　will　be　all　right；　though　there　will　very　likely　be　a　good　deal　of　bloodshed。　But　Secocoeni　is　a　tributary　of　and　allied　to　Cetewayo　the　Zulu　king；　who　has　of　late　been　on　the　worst　of　terms　with　the　Boers；　so　that　it　is　more　than　probable　that　he　and　his　thirty　thousand　armed　men　supposed　to　be　hovering　like　a　thunder…cloud　on　the　borders　of　Natal；　will　take　an　opportunity　to　have　a　shot　at　them　too：　if　he　doesn’t　he　is　a　greater　fool　than　“Cetewayo　the　Silent”　is　generally　supposed　to　be。
On　the　other　side　of　them；　too；　are　the　Amaswazi；　numerically　as　strong　as　the　Zulus　and　their　nominal　tributaries。　These　have　hitherto　been　friendly　with　the　Boers；　not　from　any　natural　affection　but　to　protect　themselves　from　the　Zulus　who　are　braver　and　more　warlike　than　they。　But　that　friendly　feeling　has　been　shaken　and　I　hear　that　the　Amaswazi　contingent　counted　on　by　the　Boers　to　help　them　in　the　Secocoeni　business　has　not　arrived。　If　they　patch　up　their　differences　with　the　Zulus　and　a　united　attack　is　made　by　this　threefold　power；　Lord　help　the　Dutch！　War　here　between　white　and　black　is　a　terrible　thing。　No　quarter　is　given　and　none　is　asked。　But　I　shall　know　more　about　the　business　tomorrow　when　the　Transvaal　mail　arrives　。　。　。　。
In　my　next　letter；　dated　6th　October；　I　talk　of　articles　which　I　am　writing；　and　add　in　a　solemn　postscript：　“Don’t　say　anything　to　anybody　about　my　having　written　things　in　magazines。”　Evidently　the　cacoethes　scribendi　had　already　taken　hold　of　me。　Also　I　say：
The　war　in　the　Transvaal　is　at　a　dead　stop　for　the　present。　The　Conference　in　London　seems　to　be　rather　a　lopsided　affair：　our　delegates　and　Brand　appear　to　be　settling　the　affairs　of　South　Africa　between　them。　I　am　delighted　to　see　that　they　have　given　Mr。　Shepstone　the　K。C。M。G。　It　is；　I　imagine；　rarely　so　well　deserved。　I　got　a　letter　from　him　the　other　day；　he　seems　very　pleased　with　England　generally。
From　the　next　surviving　letter；　dated　December　2；　1876；　I　gather　that　Sir　Henry　Bulwer　at　this　time　was　not　quite　pleased　at　Sir　Theophilus　Shepstone’s　request　that　I　should　acpany　him　on　his　special　mission　to　the　Transvaal。　However；　ultimately　the　thing　was　arranged。　I　say：
He　＇i。e。　Shepstone＇　wants　me　to　e　with　him　for　two　reasons。　First；　we　are　very　good　friends　and　he　was　kind　enough　to　say　he　wished　to　have　me　as　a　panion。　Second；　I　imagine　there　will　be　a　good　deal　of　what　is　called　the　champagne　and　sherry　policy　up　at　Pretoria　and　he　wants　somebody　to　look　after　the　entertaining。　It　will　be　a　most　interesting　business。　。　。　。
This　seems　to　be　the　last　epistle　that　can　be　found　of　those　which　I　wrote　from　Natal；　so　I　will　return　to　my　manuscript；　which　now　continues　as　I　set　it　down　before　their　discovery。
At　Maritzburg　there　was　a　good　deal　of　gaiety　and　entertaining　at　Government　House；　with　which；　as　Sir　Henry　was　unmarried；　I　had　much　to　do。　In　connection　with　one　of　our　dinner…parties　I　remember　an　incident　which　shows　that　Sir　Henry　knew　how　to　escape　from　a　dilemma。　By　some　chance　there　had　been　invited　the　Roman　Catholic　bishop　（I　think　his　name　was　Jolivet）；　a　dean　of　the　Church　of　England；　and　a　very　shining　Nonconformist　light。　Generally　it　was　Sir　Henry’s　custom　if　a　clergyman　were　present　to　ask　him　to　say　Grace；　but　on　this　occasion；　realising　the　difficulty　of　the　situation；　he　passed　that　duty　on　to　me。
“Haggard；”　he　said　in　a　reproachful　voice；　which　suggested　that　I　was　neglecting　my　business；　“will　you　be　so　good　as　to　ask　someone　to　say　Grace？”
I　worked　out　the　position　rapidly　in　my　mind　and；　ing　to　the　conclusion　that　one　should　stick　to　one’s　own　people；　ignored　the　Roman　Catholic　bishop　and　went　for　the　dean。
Talking　of　deans　reminds　me　of　Bishop　Colenso；　whom　I　used　to　meet。　He　was　a　tall；　able　and　agreeable　man　with　a　most　interesting　face；　but　one　who　was　desperately　at　loggerheads　with　everybody。　Ecclesiastically　his　position　was　that　he　had　in　effect　been　exmunicated　by　the　other　South　African　bishops　on　account　of　his　views　as　to　the　Pentateuch；　etc。　He　had　appealed　however　to　the　Privy　Council；　which　disallowed　the　authority　of　the　African　bishops；　so　that　he　remained　the　legal　bishop　of　Natal。　A　schism　ensued　and　the　opposition　orthodox　party　appointed　a　bishop　of　their　own；　Macrorie　by　name。
It　always　seemed　to　me　somewhat　illogical　that　Colenso　should　wish　to　remain　in　a　Church　of　which　he　criticised　the　tes；　on　the　principle　that　one　should　scarcely　eat　the　bread　and　butter　of　those　whom　one　attacks。　On　the　other　hand　the　views　that　Colenso　held　forty　years　ago　—　which；　by　the　way；　were　suggested　to　him　by　the　extraordinarily　acute　questions　put　by　Zulus　whom　we　tried　to　convert　to　Christianity　—　are　widespread　today；　even　among　clergymen。　He　was　in　advance　of　his　generation；　and　like　others　suffered　for　it；　that　is　all。　If　I　remember　right；　one　of　the　great　causes　of　the　animosity　of　the　South　African　Episcopal　Church　against　him　was　that　he　was　said　to　look　leniently　upon　the　native　practice　of　polygamy。　But　here　again　there　is　much　to　be　said　on　Colenso’s　side。　Many　people　find　it　difficult　to　understand　why　it　is　more　essentially　immoral　to　marry　several　wives　than　to　marry　one；　provided　that　they　are　married　and；　except　for　good　reason　of　divorce；　supported　to　their　lives’　end。　Particularly　can　this　be　argued　where　natives　are　concerned　whose　very　intricate　laws　of　property　and　succession　are　closely　interwoven　with　this　custom　of　polygamy；　to　which　the　women　are；　or　were；　as　devotedly　attached　as　the　men。
A　Zulu　woman　does　not　as　a　rule　wish　to　be　obliged　to　bear　all　a　man’s　children　or　to　do　all　the　work　of　his　household。　She　likes　to　be　one　of　a　band　of　sisters　（for；　having　each　of　them　her　separate　little　establishment；　they　seldom　if　ever　quarrel）　and　to　share　in　the　dignity　of　being　one　of　a　numerous　family。　Moreover　their　habit　is；　from　the　time　that　they　find　themselves　with　prospects　of　motherhood；　to　live　apart　from　the　husband　until　the　child　is　weaned；　say　for　two　years；　which　law　results　in　the　production　of　a　race　that　is　physically　splendid。　Further；　polygamy　absorbs　all　the　women；　practically　none　are　left　without　husbands　or　fall　into　the　immoral　courses　which　are　the　scandal　of　civilised　nations。　Such　a　thing　as　a　“girl　of　the　streets”　is　scarcely　known　among　the　raw　Zulus。　If　it　were　explained　to　these；　for　instance；　that　in　this　country　alone　we　have　nearly　two　million　women　who　cannot　possibly　marry　because　there　is　no　man　to　marry　them；　or　fulfil　their　natural　function　of　child…bearing　without　being　called　vile　names；　they　would　on　their　part　think　that　state　of　affairs　extremely　wrong。　I　remember　a　story　of　a　well…educated　Zulu　who　was　told　that　the　Christian　law　laid　down　that　he　must　have　but　one　wife。　He　replied　that　he　would　like　to　study　that　law　for　himself；　and；　taking　away　a　Bible；　spent　some　months　in　reading　it　from　end　to　end。　At　last　he　returned　to　the　missionary　and　said　that　he　could　find　no　such　law　therein；　that；　on　the　contrary；　most　of　the　great　men　in　the　Book　appeared　to　have　had　many　wives。　Oham；　the　brother　of　Cetewayo　the　Zulu　king；　made　a　somewhat　similar　reply。　He　was　a　very　powerful　chief　who　desired　to　bee　a　Christian；　and　would　naturally　have　brought　many　other　converts　with　him。
“But；”　said　he；　“these　women　whom　you　wish　me　to　put　away　have　been　the　panions　of　my　life；　and　I　refuse　to　cast　them　on　the　world　in　their　age。”
So　Oham　remained　a　pagan；　at　least；　that　was　the　story　I　heard。
Another　aspect　of　the　case　is　that　because　of　its　attitude　towards　polygamy；　as　to　the　rights　and　wrongs　of　which　I　express　no　opinion　who　do　but　set　out　the　other　side　of　the　argument；　Christianity　can　scarcely　hope　to　pete　with　Islam　where　the　bulk　of　the　natives　of　Africa　are　concerned。　Islam　preaches　a　god　and　says；　“You　may　keep　your　wives；　but　you　must　give　up　spirituous　liquor。”　Christianity　also　preaches　a　god　but　says；　“You　must　put　away　all　wives　except　one；　but　spirituous　liquor　is　not　forbidden。”
Among　primitive　peoples　who　are　asked　to　abandon　practices　which　their　forefathers　have　followed　for　thousands　of　years；　one　can　guess　which　line　of　reasoning　is　likely　to　be　accepted；　especially　if　they　have　e　to　the　conclusion　that　intoxicating　drink　proves　more　injurious　to　the　individual　and　the　race　than　a　plurality　of　wives。
Once　of　late　years　I　made　a　speech　at　a　big　African　missionary　congress　in　London；　in　which　I　ventured　to　put　forward　these　aspects　of　the　case；　or　something　like　them。　There　were；　I　think；　five　bishops　on　the　platform；　and　I　was　rather　astonished　to　find　that　out　of　the　five　two　seemed　to　think　them　not　devoid　of　sense。　The　other　three；　however；　differed　strongly。
Colenso；　I　should　add；　was　unpopular　among　many　colonists；　not　on　account　of　religious　matters；　but　because　he　was　so　strong　and；　as　they　considered；　so　intemperate　an　advocate　of　the　rights　of　natives。　I　confess　that　here　again　I　find　myself　more　or　less　in　sympathy　with　him。　White　settlers；　especially　if　they　be　not　of　the　highest　order；　are　too　apt　to　hate；　despise；　and　revile　the　aboriginal　inhabitants　among　whom　they　find　themselves。　Often　this　is　because　they　fear　them；　or　even　more　frequently　because　the　coloured　people；　not　needing　to　do　so；　will　not　work　for　them　at　a　low　rate　of　wage。　For　example；　they　cannot　understand　why　these　blacks　should　object　to　spend　weeks　and　months　hundreds　of　feet　underground；　employed　in　the　digging　of　ore；　and；　in　their　hearts；　often　enough　would　like　to　pel　them　by　force　to　do　their　will。　Yet　surely　the　Kaffir　whose　land　we　have　taken　has　a　right　to　follow　his　own　opinions　and　convenience　on　this　subject。
Also　many　white　men　have；　or　used　to　have；　a　habit　of　personally　assaulting　natives；　frequently　upon　quite　insufficient　grounds。　They　say　or　said　that　these　would　do　nothing　unless　they　were　beaten。　I　do　not　believe　it。　Where　Zulus　are　concerned　at　least；　a　great　deal　depends　upon　the　person　in　authority　over　them。　No　race　is　quicker　at　discovering　any　alloy　of　base　metal　in　a　man’s　nature。　Many　who　are　called　“gentlemen”　among　us　on　account　of　their　wealth　or　station；　will　not　pass　as　such　with　them。　By　a　kind　of　instinct　they　know　the　true　article　when　they　see　it；　whatever　may　be　the　position　in　life　held　by　the　individual　in　question。　True　gentility；　as　I　have　seen　again　and　again；　is　not　the　prerogative　of　a　class　but　a　gift　innate　in　certain　members　of　all　classes；　and　by　no　means　a　mon　gift。　With　it　rank；　station；　wealth　have　nothing　to　do；　it　either　is　or　is　not　born　in　a　man；　and　still　more　so　in　a　woman。　To　the　Zulu　the　rest　are　what　he　calls　unfagozana；　that　is；　low　fellows。　These；　by　misfortune；　are　almost　always　in　the　majority。　Like　others；　savages　have　their　gentlefolk　and　their　mon　people；　but　with　all　their　faults　even　those　mon　people　are　not　vulgar　in　our　sense　of　the　word。　In　essential　matters　they　still　preserve　a　certain　dignity。　Of　course；　however；　I　talk　of　those　savages　whom　I　know。　There　may　be　others　among　whom　things　are　different。　Also；　in　this　respect　as　in　others；　matters　in　Africa　may　have　changed　since　my　day。　I　talk　of　a　bygone　generation。
One　last　word　about　Colenso。　His　native　name　of　“Usobantu”　shows　the　estimate　that　the　Kaffirs　formed　of　him。　It　means　“Father　of　the　People。”
Among　other　remarkable　Natalians　of　that　day　were　the　old　Chief　Justice　（was　not　his　name　O’Connor？）　and　Mr。　John　Bird；　the　Treasurer　of　the　Colony　and　the　piler　of　a　valuable　work　called　“The　Annals　of　Natal”　which　in　after　years　I　had　the　pleasure　of　reviewing　in　the　Saturday　Review。　The　Chief　Justice　has　always　remained　in　my　mind　because　of　his　curious　power　of　self…control。　I　remember　that　when　the　mail　came　in；　which　at　that　time　I　believe　was　only　once　a　month；　he　used　to　undo　the　many　Times　newspapers　that　it　brought　to　him　and　arrange　them　in　a　pile。　Then；　beginning　with　the　oldest　in　date；　on　each　day　he　would　read　his　Times；　nor；　however　exciting　might　be　the　news；　would　he　suffer　himself　to　anticipate　its　daily　development。　He　never　looked　at　the　end　of　the　story。　Thus　did　he　delude　himself　into　the　belief　that　he　was　still　in　England　and　receiving　his　morning　paper　wet　from　the　press。　The　drawback　to　the　system　was　that　he　was　always　a　month　behind　the　Natal　world　and　two　behind　that　of　Europe。
Mr。　John　Bird；　a　dear　old　gentleman；　had　the　most　marvellous　memory　of　any　man　I　have　ever　k