Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand Part 30

With some difficulty he recalled the incidents which had taken place previously to his fainting fit,--the poison spirted on his face by the snake, his search after his horse, and his subsequent journey through the wood. But all seemed dim and confused, and as if it had taken place a long while ago. He lay thinking for a long time, or rather in a state of half consciousness, in which dream and reality were blended together.

Then he closed his eyes and again fell asleep, waking up a second time, also to his confused fancy after a long period of inaction. He found himself lying on the same bed and in the same room, but this time he was not alone. There was an old man sitting by his bedside and watching him apparently with some curiosity. He was a Dutchman,--that was plain from his physiognomy alike and his dress,--and probably a man of some substance. His clothes were of the usual material, but of a good quality, and had not been much worn. His features were rather harsh, but not repulsive, and his demeanour quiet and self-possessed. He noticed the change in George's appearance, and proceeded to express his satisfaction in English, which was not quite idiomatic, but nevertheless was intelligible.

"The Englishman is better; is he able to talk?"

"Thank you, I feel much better," said George. "Will you please to tell me where I am, and how I came here?"

"I heard your gun, and found you in a swoon. This is my house; it is called Malopo's Kloof."

"I am very thankful," said George. "How long have I been ill?"

"It is more than five weeks since I found you--five weeks last Monday."

"Five weeks!" repeated George, becoming dimly conscious of strange, wild scenes, among which he seemed to have pa.s.sed an immeasurable period of time,--gallops over interminable plains, struggles with armed a.s.sa.s.sins, writhings of wounded snakes, and the like phantasmagoria of a sick fancy, succeeding and intermingling with one another. "Five weeks!

Have I had a fever?"

"A marsh fever, and a very bad one. I thought several times the Englishman would die," said the old man.

"And who has been my doctor?" inquired Rivers, only able to recall two figures that were not quite shadowy and unreal,--the figure of the man before him, and another younger than he. "Who have been my doctor and my nurse?"

"You have had no doctor: there is none in these parts. Rudolf and I nursed you," was the answer. "We put on cool bandages and gave you cool drinks--nothing else."

"And I have to thank you for my life then!" exclaimed George, feebly stretching out his hand, and becoming aware for the first time how thin and wasted it had become.

"We could not let the Englishman die," said the old man simply. "But you must be quiet--you are not strong enough to talk." Putting a gla.s.s containing some mixture which tasted deliciously cool and refres.h.i.+ng to his lips, the Dutchman now withdrew, and Rivers was soon once more buried in slumber.

He woke again after a long interval, feeling stronger, and so went on for a week or two more, gaining strength continually, until at last he was permitted to get up and sit for an hour in the garden, which was now in the prime of its beauty and luxuriance. Mynheer Kransberg--that he presently discovered to be his host's name--had been one of the earliest settlers in the Transvaal, long before the country bore that name, and when it was only inhabited by the native tribes. He had been quite a young man, though possessed of good means, when the Dutch first broke out into resistance to the English rule. Aware of the hopelessness of rebellion, and unwilling to take part against his countrymen, he had withdrawn with a considerable following of his own dependants into the then unknown regions lying to the north of the Orange river. Here he had purchased land of one of the native chiefs, built his house, and enclosed his farm, and here he had lived ever since, through all the numerous changes which the country had undergone, paying as little heed to them as if he had belonged to another planet. He had never married, or felt any inclination to do so. He had ridden about his fields, and reared his cattle and sent them to market, and brewed his Dutch beer, year after year, with a placid contentment which is rarely witnessed, even in a Dutchman. If he was indolent he was at all events extremely good-tempered, and his oldest servants scarcely ever remembered to have seen him ruffled.

He had lived alone until within the last few years, never seeming to experience the want of a companion. But about two years since his solitude had been broken in upon by the arrival of his nephew, Rudolf Kransberg, a tall, gawky youth of two-and-twenty, who came to claim his help and protection. His father, a merchant in Graham's Town, had died insolvent, and his son, calling to mind for the first for a great many years his uncle in the Transvaal, had made a journey hither, in the hope of gaining a kind reception. In that he had not been disappointed. The old man heard of his arrival, and of the misfortunes which had befallen his brother, without exhibiting the smallest emotion, but at the same time he gave the young man shelter and maintenance, allowed him, in fact, to live in his house, treating him in all respects as though he had been his own son. Rudolf, who in many respects resembled his relative, accepted the situation with equal complaisance, and they had now lived together two years in perfect contentment, not a word having been exchanged between them as to the older man's disposal of his property or the younger one's prospects in life, till within the last few weeks, when Rudolf had consulted his uncle on the subject of a marriage which he was anxious to contract.

The two were sitting in the garden in a Dutch summer-house which old Kransberg had run up with his own hands some forty years before. It was generally thought that the old man liked the society of his nephew, and especially during the smoking of the evening pipe, though he never expressed any feeling to that effect, or, indeed, to any effect whatsoever, unless compelled by absolute necessity. He was therefore somewhat surprised when one evening Rudolf took his pipe from his lips, and after rolling out a long puff of smoke, addressed his uncle.

"My uncle, there is something I would ask you. May I speak?"

The old man similarly removed his pipe, emitting a corresponding puff, and then answered briefly, "Ya."

"My uncle, I am four-and-twenty."

He paused, but his uncle not considering this to require a verbal acknowledgment, only nodded.

"My uncle, it is time I was married."

This apparently was regarded as calling for a reply. The pipe accordingly was again removed, and Mynheer inquired "Whom?"

"Thyrza Rivers."

Another long silence followed this communication, after which the old man remarked, "Englishwoman."

"True," a.s.sented the nephew, roused by his feelings to unusual prolixity of speech; "but she has always been bred up in our ways. And her father-in-law is a good man."

Old Kransberg again gave an affirmative nod. "Go over and ask her," he said.

Rudolf nodded in his turn, and so the conversation ended.

It was on the day following this that Mynheer Kransberg, as he was proceeding after supper to smoke his usual pipe in the summer-house, was startled by the discharge of a gun at a short distance. As the reader has heard, the country had been for some time infested by bands of ruffians, who committed great depredations in the neighbourhood. The old man's first idea was to summon his servants and send them out to see after the marauder, but, casting his eyes along the road, he saw the figure of a man lying prostrate, having apparently been shot.

Straightway he summoned two of his Hottentots and desired them to bring the wounded man or his body, as the case might be, into the house. It was soon discovered that there was no wound, but the stranger had a dangerous attack of fever of some kind, and was in imminent danger of his life. Without more words he had him consigned to the bed in his guest-chamber, where he and his nephew nursed him with all possible kindness, until he had recovered his consciousness, as the reader has heard, and appeared to be in a fair way of recovery. George soon made acquaintance with both uncle and nephew. No great effort, indeed, was necessary to form such an acquaintance. All that was required was to sit still and smoke, exchanging, it might be, two words in the course of every hour. During all this time Rudolf's courts.h.i.+p had been held in abeyance. As it was necessary for him to stop at home and a.s.sist his uncle in nursing, it was not possible he could be spared to ride over twenty miles to Umtongo. If the swain had been a Frenchman or an Italian, or even an Englishman, it might have been argued that his attachment to the lady was not a very ardent one. But that would have been to mistake the case. Rudolf was very sincere in his devotion, and was anxious that his visit should not be delayed any longer, and he had ordained in his own mind that he would set forth on his errand the following day, when he was greatly startled by a question which his guest put to him.

George had been sitting, as the reader has heard, in his host's garden, enjoying the scent of the delicious flowers, when he saw Rudolf Kransberg advancing towards him. The young Dutchman bestowed a nod upon him, his usual greeting, and then, sitting down on the bench beside him, lighted his pipe and began to smoke. Presently George inquired whether Rudolf could tell him of a farmhouse in that neighbourhood called Umtongo, the residence of a farmer named Ludwig Mansen.

Rudolf was so startled that he actually dropped his pipe. He stooped, however, to pick it up again, before he repeated the words, "Umtongo!

Ludwig Mansen!"

"Yes," said George, supposing that his companion did not understand him.

"I was on my way to his house when I was taken ill. The farm must lie at no very great distance. Perhaps you may be able to tell me where it is."

"You going there!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Rudolf with more animation.

"Yes, I was going there, and I want to go there now."

"It will not be fit for you to go for a long time yet," returned the Dutchman, relapsing into silence, from which he could only be roused to make monosyllabic replies. A minute or two afterwards, indeed, chancing to see his uncle in the distance, he got up and went to join him.

George was perplexed, but the demeanour of his hosts had puzzled him from the first. He saw, however, that they meant kindly by him, and supposed that Rudolf was simply afraid that he might bring on a relapse by venturing on a long ride in his present weak condition. He knew, indeed, he was not fit to make the attempt yet. Impatient, therefore, as he was to rejoin his mother and sister, he resolved to remain quiet for a few days more. He was more ready to do this, because he felt his strength returning to him every day, and it was evident from Rudolf's manner that his stepfather's house lay at no great distance.

He was a good deal surprised when, on the following evening, Rudolf Kransberg, who had been absent all day, returned to Malopo's Kloof, but with a companion. He was sitting alone in the arbour, the time for old Kransberg's pipe having not yet arrived, when a well-known figure suddenly presented itself, and the voice of Redgy Margetts greeted him.

"Hooray, old fellow! this is glorious indeed! Why, here have we been scouring the country for you for weeks past, and your mother and Thyrza--your mother and your sister," added Redgy, correcting himself, "have put off going into mourning for you day after day, only because they couldn't bear to think you were dead. And here have you been alive all the time, only twenty miles from us. Old Kransberg, they say, never holds any intercourse with his neighbours, and it must be so, or he must have heard of the hue and cry that has been raised. Matamo had gone back to Horner's Kraal, and we only heard from some people in Heidelberg of his having parted company with you somewhere near Koodoo's Vley. We searched the whole country, Hardy and Haxo and I, and some of Ludwig Mansen's men, and we found at last the skeleton of your horse; we knew it by your saddle. And by the spring, where it was quite clear you had camped for the night, there were the remains of one of the most venomous snakes in the country. We were afraid you had been bitten by it, and had staggered somewhere into the bush and died. There would have been small chance for you, they said, if it had bitten you. But it doesn't matter, happily, what we thought, only I should like to know if you are able to tell me the true history of the matter."

"You shall hear presently," said George. "But first of all I want to know about my mother. Is she looking well?"

"Well, I never saw her before, you know," said Redgy, "and of course she has been in great distress about you; but as regards looks, I'm sure she's an extremely handsome woman, and she will soon now be at her best again. You should have seen what a difference there was in her when we found out all about you from young Kransberg."

"Young Kransberg," repeated George. "I supposed he guessed the truth, then, from what I told him yesterday, and rode over to tell you about me."

"Hem! no," said Margetts shortly; "that wasn't the object of his visit.

He didn't know that you were in any way connected with Mrs Mansen-- didn't know what your name was indeed. He only mentioned quite casually at dinner that a young Englishman had been found close to his uncle's house, nearly two months ago, who had been seized with a bad attack of marsh fever. We all caught at it at once, and felt almost sure, from his description, that the person of whom he had been speaking must be you. But Mrs Mansen couldn't bear to be kept in suspense a moment, and I offered to ride over here the moment dinner was over; and Rudolf Kransberg," added Redgy with something of a chuckle, "was obliged to accompany me."

"Well!" said Rivers. "But there's plenty more I want to know. I haven't seen my sister since she was quite a child. She must be grown up now."

"Yes, she is grown up," a.s.sented Redgy shortly. "And she promised to be pretty?"

"That's a matter of opinion," said Redgy with evident embarra.s.sment.

"Some people, I believe, do think her so."

"But you don't, eh?" said George, glancing at him in some surprise.

"But never mind that, I shall soon be able to judge for myself. There are other things I want to know about. What has become of--of the Vander Heydens?"

"Oh, they are all right," said Margetts. "Vander Heyden recovered rapidly, and got home in three weeks after the time you left us. Their place is only a few miles from Umtongo. They have been continually over there to see your mother and sister. Miss Vander Heyden and Miss Rivers have struck up a very close friends.h.i.+p, and I must do Vander Heyden the justice to say that n.o.body has been more active in the search after you than he was."

"He's a good fellow," said George, "though he is a Dutchman, and hates the English, and is as proud as Lucifer into the bargain. Well, and Hardy--what of him?"