With Wolseley to Kumasi Part 3

"No, I have never been to Elmina," d.i.c.k was bound to admit.

"Ah, well, it lies some sixteen miles to the west, as you will know, and the Dutch held it for many years--in fact, till recently, when England bought the place. It is beautiful in many ways. There is little fever.

The spot is drained and the bush cut back into wide clearings."

"Ah, yes, Meinheer, and led me add, zere is a harbour. Look zere!"

The little Dutchman danced to his feet and tiptoed to the edge of the steep steps by which he had so recently ascended. Then he pointed a condemning finger at the white sandy beach, and at the thundering surf which crashed upon it.

"See id! Ze cruel waves, which so nearly robbed me of a dear, dear friend, for whose life I struggled till Meinheer d.i.c.k plunged do ze rescue. Zere is none of zat at Elmina. We Dutchmen made a harbour years ago. You can land at Elmina as you mighd in Holland. There is nod even a--ah, whad do you call him--ah, I have him, yes, a ribble, zere is nod even zat, Meinheer."

The comical little fellow threw out his chest, as if that were necessary considering its huge dimensions, and patted it gracefully, while he looked round upon his listeners in turn as if seeking for some words of praise and commendation.

"It is true enough," admitted Mr Pepson, and again d.i.c.k thought he detected a half-suppressed smile. "The country to which our friend belongs sent excellent colonists to Elmina. They have a harbour, and why we have not one here pa.s.ses belief. But there. Why let us compare the two places and their governments? It is sufficient to say that Elmina has advanced as the years have pa.s.sed, while this possession, which has been in our hands for more than two hundred years, has receded if anything. A cargo of cement and two months' work would have made a harbour. An engineer with limited skill and knowledge could have erected a breakwater which would have enabled small boats to lie snug and secure, while there would have been no need for surf-boats. As to the bush. They call this 'the white man's grave.' And so it is. But the health of the town could be vastly improved if proper efforts were made. The bush could be cleared and the place drained."

He paused and looked out to sea, while d.i.c.k, as he watched the surf and thought over what had been said, could not help feeling that had the measures just mentioned been carried out, his father might still be living, and many another Englishman with him. Indeed, there is little doubt that at the time and until this period Cape Coast Castle and its neighbourhood had been sadly neglected. No English colony had advanced less, and none was so unhealthy, though a little effort would easily have improved matters.

"You are lately from home?" asked Mr Pepson, suddenly, turning to d.i.c.k.

"Four months ago. I came to help my father, who had had a store here for many years. He died a week before you landed."

"Before you aided us in our efforts to reach the land, I think," was the smiling rejoinder. "I knew your father slightly, and I sympathise with you in your loss. Do you propose to remain in these parts?"

The question was asked so quietly that d.i.c.k could not imagine that Mr Pepson had the smallest interest in the answer. And yet, had he watched this stranger, he would have seen a keen glance of the eye, a movement of the hand which denoted eagerness.

"I shall sail for England as soon as my arm is strong enough. I have been promised help in getting a place aboard one of the s.h.i.+ps. I shall work my way home, and then seek for employment. I have been rather unlucky."

"You were robbed, we hear. But you still have some property left, and perhaps you might find work here. What would you say to a trip up-country?"

Mr Pepson leaned back and surveyed our hero. He drew a cigar from his pocket, bit the end off, and applied a match. And all the while his eyes were on the young fellow who had saved his life. As for Meinheer Van Somering, his cheeks were puffed out with suppressed excitement. He leaned forward till his chair looked as if it would capsize, and he devoured the figure seated before him with eyes which were almost hidden behind the wreathes of fat which clothed his cheeks.

"Mind," said Mr Pepson, calmly, "a trip such as I suggest would not be a holiday. There are dangers other than connected with fever. There are natives. Have you heard of King Koffee's hosts of warriors?"

d.i.c.k had heard a great deal, and acknowledged the fact.

"Every one seems to think that there will be trouble with them before very long," he said. "The Fantis, the people on this side of the Pra, go in terror of their lives. Yes, I know that there is danger up-country, but then, Mr Pepson, it is not so great as to keep an Englishman away."

"Nor one of my gread coundry, Meinheer!"

"Quite right! Quite so, Van Somering. Now listen, Mr d.i.c.k. We--that is, Meinheer and myself--are about to march into the interior, to a spot some miles north and east of the Pra. We are bent on gold-mining, and we have bought a concession from this King Koffee. Meinheer has had his agents there for the past six months--a Dutchman and natives--and there are shafts sunk, a stockade erected, and gold is being obtained. Now I have come into the venture. The agent is about to retire, and we desire to see our concession, and to place an agent in charge who can be relied upon. The post is a dangerous one. It is also one of responsibility, for many ounces of gold pa.s.s through the hands of the man who is in charge. We have been seeking for a successor, and we believe we have found him. You are the young man upon whom our choice has fallen."

d.i.c.k could have fallen from his chair, so great was his astonishment.

"But--but--I am only eighteen," he stammered. "And I don't know anything about mining."

"We want a reliable and straightforward man," said Mr Pepson, quietly, "and we believe you to be that. Your age does not come into the question. In England you might be just leaving for college, or have held a commission in the service for a year. You would hardly be deemed fitted for a post of great responsibility. Out here it is different.

You have pluck and tenacity. Every one in the place says that. You speak a little of the Fanti language, and you have some knowledge of the country and the natives. As to the mining, no knowledge is required.

The natives sink the shafts and get the gold. You take charge of it, and, at stated periods, send it down to the coast. Your greatest task will be to see that all is secure. To make sure that the Ashantees are friendly, and in the event of probable trouble, to secrete the gold and beat a retreat. In other words, we want a sensible individual, with some command over the natives, and with enough pluck to enable him to live almost alone in the forests."

The offer was a tempting one. d.i.c.k saw employment before him, and a life which he judged would suit him well. Then, too, longer residence in the country would enable him to safeguard his interests on the coast, and perhaps to sell or let the property which was all that he possessed.

"As to the pay," said Mr Pepson, "that will be liberal, far better, indeed, than an official of your years obtains in these parts. We have a valuable concession, and we can afford to pay the right man. Then, too, there is a question of the store. You have one, we learn. We are prepared to enter into an agreement to take a share of it from you, or we will take all, paying for the house and the goodwill of the business.

In addition, since we shall want a residence, we are prepared to rent or buy the residence in which your father lived."

Could he believe his ears? Could it be that he was listening to a proposition which would relieve him of all his difficulties? d.i.c.k felt stunned. The roar of the surf, which had troubled him ever since his adventure, threatened to deafen him. He felt dizzy, and sat back in his chair, grasping the arms for support. Meanwhile, Mr Pepson watched him calmly, Meinheer Van Somering beaming upon him as though he alone were the author of all these suggestions, and as if d.i.c.k were indebted to him only.

"I can see a brave man wid half one eye," he gasped, as he fanned his hot cheeks. "Meinheer is brave. He will fighd for us. He is ze man we look for."

"Then I accept," exclaimed d.i.c.k, eagerly. "I feel that I am too young for the task, or rather, that I should be at home in England. Out here it is different. I can speak a little of the language, and, if it is any advantage, I can shoot straight. I will go to this concession, and will do my best in your interests. As to the property, your suggestions take my breath away."

"While we are only too glad to have the opportunity of thus helping a friend. Now, Mr d.i.c.k, we shall leave you. It is hot, and you are tired. I will call to-morrow, and will then make a definite offer for the business, or a share of it. Meanwhile I will send some one to you who can give you independent advice as to its value. For business is business, my lad, and it is necessary that your interests should be protected. Now, Meinheer, we will go. It is downhill to the hotel, and therefore easy walking."

He rose as d.i.c.k sprang to his feet, and shook our hero warmly by the hand. Meinheer Van Somering repeated the process, and having backed to the edge of the stairs, swept his topee from his head and treated d.i.c.k to an elaborate bow. "We shall meed again, Meinheer d.i.c.k," he called out. "Till zen a Dutchman is proud do call himself your gread friend.

Mein word! bud id has been a pleasure to meed you."

He swept his topee on to his head again, mopped the perspiration from his face, and descended slowly, leaving d.i.c.k with his head in a whirl, and feeling half inclined to laugh at the memory of this Dutchman's comical figure, his absurd attempts to be dignified, and his vast stock of self-a.s.surance; and more than half disposed to shed tears of joy and relief at the words of Mr Pepson, at the offer which had been made to him, and at the prospect for the future. Then he sat down and did what many another youngster has done, who has been hurt and has been sick for a time. He fainted from sheer weakness and inability to withstand so much excitement.

"And that is all the thanks I get for allowing them to come," exclaimed the trim-bearded doctor, as he glared at d.i.c.k some minutes later. "It's all the work of that fat little Dutchman, of that I'm sure. He'd talk till any one was weary. Well, he shall not come again. You are to be a prisoner here, my boy, till you show signs that you are really mending.

Fainted! Just fancy!"

He went off with a sniff and a smile, leaving d.i.c.k quite well again, but ready now to inflict the direst punishment upon himself for displaying such weakness.

"I could kick myself!" he exclaimed in disgust. "Here am I, in clover, as the doctor says, but till half an hour ago with starvation before me.

I was on my beam ends, and did not know where to look for work or help.

And here I am, with a post a.s.sured, and every prospect of earning a decent living. And the news upsets me. I'm a donk ey! A fine thing if Mr Pepson had seen me. A nice thing for him to know that his future manager might faint like a girl at the first critical moment. Pah! I wish some one would kick me!"

There was no one at hand to comply with his invitation, and presently the memory of his weakness wore off and d.i.c.k fell asleep. A few days later he was far stronger, and when three weeks had pa.s.sed he was himself again, his arm was out of the splints, and carried in a sling, while, when the doctor or Mr Pepson were not about, he amused himself with using the hand and fingers.

"As well get accustomed to working the limb," he said to himself, with a smile. "I am sure that the expedition is dallying here till I am well, for that is just like Mr Pepson. He is really grateful, and his liberality is wonderful. I must get this arm out of the sling as soon as possible."

Another week, in fact, brought the consent of the doctor, whereupon active preparations for the trip up-country were commenced. Meanwhile our hero had learned more of his new friends. Mr Pepson, he found, was a wealthy trader from Sierra Leone, while Meinheer Van Somering was, as he had proudly stated, a native of Elmina. Born and bred there, he spoke the native tongue like his own, and knew the Gold Coast intimately. It was he who had learned of the goldfield on the Pra, and unable to purchase the concession himself, he had sent the information to Mr Pepson. d.i.c.k learned to like the Dutchman immensely, to laugh at his comical appearance, his efforts towards dignity, his mighty ways with the natives, and his good temper. He was vastly amused at Meinheer's other side, at his obvious nervousness, and at his boastful ways and words.

"He is a good friend, and an amusing companion," said Mr Pepson one day, "and if he has his little faults we must not complain. The truth is that he is no fighter, d.i.c.k. When that is said, we have said sufficient. If we meet with trouble we may rely upon his seeking for and finding a secure retreat. We will not count on his help to protect the expedition. After all, it is only fair that the work should be divided. I shall command, and you will aid me. Meinheer is chief interpreter till you have made more acquaintance with the natives, and he will advise us about the mines and their working. Now let us go into the question of the expedition. You know the site of the mines?"

d.i.c.k had heard that it was somewhere on the river Pra, and said so.

"It is exactly ninety-four miles from here," said Mr Pepson, "and is surrounded by dense bush. To get to it we ascend the river Pra till we reach a point on a level with the mines. Then we strike into the jungle. We shall take with us a few sets of hand winding gear, for at present the natives lower themselves into the shafts by their own efforts. The gear we have brought is simple, but it will answer well and save labour. Then we are taking guns and ammunition, rockets, grenades, and a small bra.s.s cannon. In addition there will be picks and spades, and iron boxes, in which the gold will be packed. As to conveyances, there is a large launch for our own use, and she will tow a couple of narrow native craft, and more if necessary. Once we have settled there, she will return with us, and will make periodical trips from the mines as soon as you have taken charge. She will be close to your hand, and if you meet with trouble you will know that there is a means of flight, and a way by which you can reach the coast. Now let us see to our personal outfit, for remember, we may be months away, and we are going into parts which try the best of clothing."

They took their way into the town, for they had been chatting on the beach, where many of the stores for their expedition had been acc.u.mulated. Then they went by the road which led to the house which d.i.c.k's father had erected, and which had now pa.s.sed into the keeping of the two partners. There they found a native tailor, with his wares already spread out on the verandah.

"He is a humble and patient individual," said Mr Pepson, with a smile, "and he will have carried out my orders to the letter. These natives cannot always cut garments, and for bush work, as for any other, it is essential that one's clothes should fit easily and well, for otherwise in this hot climate they are apt to chafe. That being the case, I have for years made it a practice to get a stock of clothes when in England, and then allow a native to copy. You understand, he picks a suit to pieces, and makes use of the bits as patterns. He has a couple of suits here for us both. Yours is a copy of one which we found in your room.

Come along. Give it a trial."

This slender, cadaverous-looking Englishman from Sierra Leone seemed to be able to think of everything. Time and again d.i.c.k had cause to wonder at his thoughtfulness, his care for others, and particularly for our hero; and long ago he had ceased to do more than murmur his thanks, for Mr Pepson would arrest him at once with a warning finger and a friendly smile.

"What!" he would exclaim, "am I not to be allowed to do something for the comfort of one who saved my life, and that, too, of our stout friend, Meinheer Van Somering? The world is indeed an ungrateful place if one is to receive such an act with only pa.s.sing thanks, to reward it with a nod and a few polite words, and then in the rush which surrounds us to forget the deed and the one who gallantly performed it. Surely there is as much pleasure in remembering a brave act and a good friend as in anything. I hold that a gentleman never forgets his debts of grat.i.tude, for they are indeed debts of honour, which can never be settled too completely."

And d.i.c.k would become silent, though now and again he would lamely protest that he had done nothing at all.