A Veldt Official Part 2
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"But the lady! She won't be fit to travel as soon as that."
"Can't help that either, mister. If she can't travel she must stay here. I can't wait for n.o.body."
And so eventually it turns out. On reaching the hotel they find that their fellow-traveller is unable to proceed. They find, too, that she is known to the people who run the place, and will be well cared for.
So Roden and the colonial man, having got outside a good dinner and a few gla.s.ses of grog, take their places in the new cart which has been inspanned--now more comfortable, for some of the mail-bags have been got rid of here, and with a crack of the driver's whip, away they go careering into the night, under the pitiless pelting rain--to meet with more adventures and mishaps or not, according as luck befriends them.
For luck has a great deal to say to the safety, or otherwise, of post-cart travellers in South Africa.
CHAPTER THREE.
PETER VAN STOLZ, R.M.
"Before Peter Van Stolz, Esq., R.M., Gonjana, a Tambookie Kaffir, charged with stealing one sheep, the property of his master, Charles Suffield, farmer," scribbles the reporter of the _Doppersdorp Flag_, who indeed is proprietor, editor, reporter, and comp., all rolled into one.
The Doppersdorp Court-house is a large and s.p.a.cious room. The "bench"
is represented by a green baize-covered table upon a raised dais, a similar table beneath providing accommodation for the clerk. In front of this again, and facing the bench, a couple of rows of desks accommodate the men of law and their clients, and a few forms, the usual contingent of loungers behind. The witness-box stands on the left of the Bench, and on the right the dock. This latter is now occupied by a thick-set, forbidding-looking Kaffir, clad in a pair of ragged moleskins and a very dirty s.h.i.+rt.
Roden Musgrave, who occupies the clerk's table, is reading out the legal rigmarole which const.i.tutes the indictment. This is interpreted in few words to the prisoner by a native constable standing beside the dock.
Asked to plead Guilty or Not Guilty, he merely shrugs his shoulders, and says he doesn't know anything about the matter.
"Enter it as a plea of Not Guilty, Mr Musgrave," says the magistrate, in an undertone. Then aloud, "Does any one appear for him? Has he got a lawyer, Jan?"
Jan Kat, the native constable aforesaid, puts the question. The prisoner answers voluminously, and gazes towards the door.
"He says he has, sir. Mr Darrell appears for him."
"Then why isn't Mr Darrell here?" says the Bench shortly. "Call the prosecutor."
The latter steps into the witness-box--a tall, fair-bearded man with a pleasant face. He deposes that his name is Charles Suffield, that he is a farmer residing at Quaggasfontein in that district--all of which every one there present knows as well as he does--that the prisoner is in his service as herd--which they do not know--and then there is an interruption, as a black-coated individual with a bundle of blue papers and a portentous-looking law book or two, bustles into the front row of desks and announces that he is instructed to appear for the accused.
Mr Van Stolz, the Resident Magistrate, is the most genial and kind-hearted of men, but he is touchy on one point--a sense of the respect due to the dignity of his court. And rightly so, bearing in mind the casual, happy-go-lucky, let-things-slide tendency of the dwellers in Doppersdorp, and like places.
"The case has already begun, Mr Darrell," he says shortly. "Did you instruct the prisoner to plead guilty?"
The attorney starts, then asks rather anxiously--
"Has he pleaded guilty, your wors.h.i.+p?"
"No, he hasn't; but he was left, in the lurch as far as his legal adviser was concerned," retorts the Bench, with rather a cruel emphasis on the word "legal," for the pract.i.tioners at Doppersdorp are not precisely s.h.i.+ning lights in their profession.
An appreciative chuckle from the audience, started by a professional rival, greets this sally, and the Bench, mollified, accepts graciously the defaulting attorney's excuses.
Then the prosecutor goes on to describe how he had been riding round his farm on such and such a day, and had come upon the prisoner's flock left to itself. Instead of shouting for the missing herd he had searched cautiously for him, suspecting he was up to mischief of some sort. Then he had lit upon traces of blood, and following them he came to a spot where a sheep had recently been killed, amid a clump of mimosa. There were footmarks around, which he traced to some rocks hard by, and there he found the meat, roughly quartered, hidden in a cleft. It was quite fresh, and must have been deposited there that day. As he left the place he saw somebody lying behind a low bush watching him, but pretended not to notice. Shortly afterwards, as he returned to where the flock was left, the accused came hurrying up. He accounted for his absence by a c.o.c.k-and-bull story, that he had seen a jackal skulking near the sheep, and bad gone after it to drive it away. Witness pretended to believe this tale, but as he was listening he noticed two splashes of blood on the prisoner's leg. He evinced no suspicion whatever, but on reaching home sent off at once for the District Police.
When the sheep were counted in that night one was missing. The prisoner's hut was searched that night, and the skin was found, hidden among a lot of blankets. It was quite fresh, and must have been flayed off that day. He could swear that, and could swear to the skin. He produced it in court. It bore his mark--an "S" reversed. On the discovery of the skin Gonjana was arrested. The value of the sheep was about 1 pound.
The prisoner's attorney, who all this time has been taking copious notes or pretending to, jumps up to cross-examine. But little enough change can he get out of the witness, whose statement is clear enough, nor does anybody expect he will, least of all himself. As for the man he saw lying behind the bush watching him, the prosecutor cannot absolutely swear it was Gonjana, but he is certain of it short of that. The spoor was the spoor of one man. He is accustomed to follow spoor--has been all his life; he is certain, too, that no other people were in the neighbourhood. He did not a.n.a.lyse the blood spots on the prisoner's leg--they _might_ have been pig's blood, as Mr Darrell so sagely suggests, there being hardly such a thing as a pig in the whole district of Doppersdorp--but they were blood spots anyhow; that he can swear.
Why should the skin found in the prisoner's hut have been brought home and not the meat? Well, skins were negotiable at some canteens, and natives were fond of grog. He made no allegations against any canteen keeper in the district, he merely answered the question. Gonjana had been with him about a year, and twice he had suspected him of killing sheep before. In other respects his behaviour was far from satisfactory. Why did he keep him in his service? Well, servants were scarce just then, and good ones scarcer still. He employed a bad one, as some people employ an attorney--as a necessary evil.
Amid a great splutter of mirth Mr Darrell appeals vehemently to the Bench to protect him against the insults of the witness, but there is a twinkle in his eye and a half-suppressed grin on his face as he does so.
"Any more questions?"
"No."
So the prosecutor steps down, and is replaced by the police sergeant, who deposes to the finding of the skin and the arrest of the prisoner.
The latter made no remark except that he supposed some one must have put it there, as he knew nothing about it. This witness is not cross-examined.
No evidence has Mr Darrell to call. But he draws a pathetic picture of his unfortunate client, wrongfully accused--mistakenly rather, for n.o.body who knows Mr Suffield would suspect him of wilfully making a false accusation. This unfortunate man then--the very nature of whose work obliges him to be alone in the lonely veldt, cannot of course call any reb.u.t.ting evidence, cannot prove an _alibi_--is being victimised by the real culprit, but would rather take the punishment upon himself than inform against the real culprit; and so on, and so on. The while Gonjana, standing nonchalantly in the dock, is marvelling at the stupendous idiocy of the white man, who can take up all that time determining the plainest and clearest proofs of his guilt. And the Bench shares in substance his opinion.
"This case," says the Bench, "is as plain as the nose on one's face.
Mr Darrell has made the best of a bad job on behalf of his client, but even he could hardly be sanguine enough to expect to succeed. Tell him I find him guilty," concludes the magistrate. And the constable interprets accordingly.
"What is he saying?" as the man is vehemently muttering something.
"He say, sir, n.o.body see him kill dat sheep."
"Of course not. If every crime had to be seen by an eye-witness, how many criminals would be convicted at all? Has he the means of paying a fine? It will make a difference in his sentence."
"Yes, sir. He say he has one cow and fifteen sheep and goats."
This statement having been corroborated by the prosecutor, the Bench goes on:--
"If he had possessed no means I had intended giving him the heaviest sentence in my power, namely, a year's imprisonment with hard-labour.
Stock-stealing has a.s.sumed alarming proportions of late, and I am determined to check it in this district, by making an example of every offender. As it is, I sentence Gonjana to pay a fine of 4 pounds, to pay Mr Suffield 1 pound, the value of the sheep, and to receive twenty-five lashes with the 'cat.' Call on the next case."
Kaffirs are stoical folk. This one's expression of countenance undergoes no change, nor does he make any remark as, his sentence having been interpreted to him, he shambles down from the dock to take his seat on the prisoners' bench until the rising of the court. His place is taken by a fellow-countryman, who is charged with contravening the Masters and Servants Act by refusing to obey the lawful commands of his master, Petrus Jacobus Botha.
The latter, an unkempt, corduroy-clad Dutchman, ascends the witness-box, and, placing his greasy slouch hat on the rail, spits on the floor two or three times, Sartly from nervousness, partly from sheer force of habit; then he takes the oath, unctuously and with right hand uplifted, as the manner of his countrymen is. He, too, is a farmer, and the accused native is a herd. The facts of the case are soon got at, and resolve themselves into a matter of "six of one, and half a dozen of the other." The accused has no legal representative, but Mr Van Stolz holds the scale of justice with rigid evenness. He listens to the statements of all parties with infinite patience, and, having given the prosecutor a little of his mind, he summarily dismisses the case, with the metaphor that "people should come into court with clean hands, which is just what the prosecutor has not done"; a remark which evolves a laugh from two or three who grasp the humour underlying it.
Two Hottentot women, old offenders, are sent to gaol for a week for lying drunk about the streets, and then the civil business begins. This consists of a series of unimportant cases, mostly recovery suits, which are soon disposed of; and by one o'clock the court work is over for the day.
"Well, Musgrave," says the little magistrate, as he and his new clerk stroll down the street together towards their respective dinners. "You are getting quite into the swim of things, considering you have only been at it ten days."
"If I am, Mr Van Stolz, it's thanks to the kindness and patience you have shown to an utterly inexperienced hand, in teaching him what to do, and how to do it."
"Oh, no one can be expected to know all about a thing by instinct. Some men expect absurdities. A new clerk is appointed to them who knows nothing whatever of his work, naturally, and they don't give him a chance to learn. They expect him to have everything at his fingers'
ends the day he joins the Service, as much as if he had twenty years of it at his back. It isn't fair on a young fellow; though by the way, you're not a young fellow either, Musgrave. Some men at your age are already Civil Commissioners."
The remark, though made in perfect innocence, and with no ulterior thought whatever, was one of those which caused the hearer to shrink imperceptibly into his sh.e.l.l. Though he had been ten days in the place, not a soul in Doppersdorp knew a thing about him, beyond that he was entirely new to the Service. It was a rare thing for a man of his age to start in this, and at the salary of a youngster. It was a rare thing, too, in a place like Doppersdorp, for a man's private affairs to be so thoroughly a sealed book; there where everybody knew as much about his neighbour's concerns as he did about his own, ofttimes a great deal more.
"I've always got on well with my clerks," pursues Mr Van Stolz, "except one, and I worked the oracle so as to get him changed; but, with that exception, they have always been sorry to leave me, even when it meant promotion."
The boast is a very pardonable one because true. The man who could not get on well with Peter Van Stolz could get on with n.o.body. An excellent official, he was the most genial and una.s.suming of men, and with such of his subordinates as were gentlemen he was more like a comrade than an official chief. They were all fellow Civil Servants, and he held that there should be a strong _esprit de corps_ among such. Himself of Dutch extraction, he was the right man in the right place, in charge of a district ninety per cent, of whose population consisted of Boers. He was deservedly popular, for he held the scale evenly between all parties and all nationalities, whether Boers, natives, or British, and in his judicial capacities, wherever it was possible with due regard to strict justice to err on the side of indulgence, he was sure to do so. In outward aspect he was a little man, st.u.r.dy and well knit withal, extremely brisk in his movements, yet not in the least fussy; indeed, such briskness seemed to express in itself his expansive and fun-loving nature, and when a joke or a good story was to the fore, no laugh was more spontaneous or heartier than his.
Their ways part here, and they separate. Roden, as he strolls down towards the hotel where he has for the present taken up his quarters, recalls the verdict which had irresistibly been forced upon his mind, as he had been rattled into the place in the ramshackle post-cart one hot and dusty afternoon ten days ago.
"Heavens! what a G.o.d-forsaken looking hole!" had been his unspoken utterance as he viewed for the first time the ugly, mean-looking town, and realised that this was to be his home for an indefinite period.
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