Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand Part 1

Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand.

by H.C. Adams.

CHAPTER ONE.

School was just over. The boys belonging to Arlingford College poured out into the playing fields, the juniors tumbling over one another in haste and confusion, as though the premises were on fire behind them; the seniors strolling leisurely out, or gathering in small groups near the school door, to arrange their plans for the afternoon. Dr Stansfield, the headmaster, still remained, in conversation with Reginald Margetts, a connection of his wife's, a young man of two-and-twenty, who was pa.s.sing the Oxford long vacation at his house, and had come in with a message from Mrs Stansfield. One of the a.s.sistant masters also, George Rivers by name, sat at his desk, looking over some exercises of which he had not completed the revision. He was near about Margetts' age, a well-built young fellow with an intelligent and pleasant face.

"Well, that will do, Redgy," said the Doctor. "You may tell Mrs Stansfield that I do not know, and cannot conjecture who her visitor may have been; but if he is to return in half an hour, I shall be in the library ready to receive him. At present I must have a little talk with George Rivers here, before I leave the school."

"I am going to walk with Rivers presently, sir," said Margetts. "Shall you be long?"

"A quarter of an hour, I daresay. George will join you when we have done. George," he continued, as Margetts left the room, "I have looked over the papers you have sent me. I intended to have had this conversation, even if you had not invited it. It is time that some conclusion was come to. You have not, I fear, received any fresh information?"

"I am sorry to say I have not."

"I am sorry too; but I hardly expected anything else. You are, I think, more than one-and-twenty?"

"Two-and-twenty in a few months, sir."

"Indeed. Well, there ought to be no further delay in the arrangement of your plans for the future. Do you not think so?"

"Yes, sir; and I believe I have made up my mind."

"What have you resolved to do?"

"Before I go into that, Dr Stansfield, I ought to thank you for the great kindness you have shown me. I should be a pauper, or something like it, but for you."

"We need not speak of that. Go on."

"Well, sir, I feel that I ought not to remain longer in England. I have already trespa.s.sed too long on your bounty."

"If that is your reason for leaving England, you had better reconsider it. Whatever might have been the case three years and a half ago, you are not costing me anything now. Your a.s.sistant-masters.h.i.+p, small as the salary is, with what you have of your own, is enough to keep you, and you fully earn it. You have, I believe, once or twice expressed a wish to enter holy orders?"

"It has been my wish for some time past, sir."

"Very well. You could not be ordained for more than a year. Before that I think I could arrange with the Bishop for you to be ordained on your masters.h.i.+p here. There is not so much difficulty made about a t.i.tle as used to be the case."

"You are most kind, sir. I hope you will not think me ungrateful; but I feel it to be my first duty to find my mother and sister, if I can."

"I cannot blame you. But I should like to know what steps you mean to take. I understood you to say you had obtained no further information."

"No; and I do not expect to obtain any information, so long as I am in England. But if I were out in Australia, it might be different."

"What do you propose to do, then?"

"Well, in the first place, to work my pa.s.sage out to Australia--to Swan River, you know."

"Ay, to Dalby's Plot, to which it was ascertained that your mother went when she landed in Australia. But you doubtless remember that we ascertained, two years and a half ago, that she had left the colony, and had gone--some said to Tasmania, and others to Cape Town; but no one has ever given us a clue, by which we might discover the place to which she had really removed."

"That is so. But if I were on the spot I think I might be able to hunt out information, which no one, who was not as deeply interested as I am, would be able to obtain."

"You may be right in that. Well, suppose you went out, and succeeded in finding Mrs Rivers--what then?"

"Then I should like to buy land--a small farm. A little money goes a long way out there, you know, sir. Then, when I was getting on pretty well, I might be ordained by one of the colonial bishops, and do clerical work combined with farming. It isn't the same kind of thing out there, I am told, that it is in England. There are no large populations--except, of course, in the towns--which take up a man's whole time."

"You are right, I believe. A number of educated and zealous men supporting themselves by their own industry, and yet having the power of ministering to their neighbours, would be a great boon in the colonies.

I would willingly lend you all the a.s.sistance in my power towards carrying out your scheme; but, as I have already said, I am afraid I see but little hope of learning what has become of your mother and sister."

"I do not see much more; but I think it my duty to make the trial."

"Be it so then. What money have you?"

"Enough to pay my pa.s.sage to Australia, sir,--that is, as a third-cla.s.s pa.s.senger, if I should prefer that to serving as a sailor on board one of the steamers,--and perhaps 100 pounds over."

"I think you must go as a pa.s.senger. It might prejudice your errand, when you get there, if you had been before the mast. We must contrive to get you a letter of introduction to one of the Australian bishops."

"I'll give him one!" exclaimed a voice. "I know two or three of them as well as I know my own brother."

Dr Stansfield started up in great surprise. "What, Rogers!" he exclaimed. "Are you the visitor whom Mrs Stansfield told me to expect?

I knew you were coming to England, but not so soon as this."

"To be sure I am. I was told you would be out of school by a quarter past twelve at latest, and now it is half-past, and you are still there!"

"We had forgotten the lapse of time," said the Doctor. "But tell me what has brought you to England so much earlier than was expected."

"The rows with the Boers and the Zulus," said Mr Rogers. "I have come home--partly at the request of many of the leading men in Natal, partly because my own interests were deeply concerned--to try and induce the Government to put matters on some satisfactory footing."

"I had better leave you, sir, had I not?" said George, rising. "You can speak to me further at another time."

Both the gentlemen turned and looked at the speaker, whose presence perhaps they had forgotten.

"Oh yes," said Dr Stansfield; "I will bear what you have told me in mind, and speak to you about it in a day or two."

George bowed, and left the room.

"Who is that lad?" inquired Mr Rogers. "I don't suppose I can have seen him before; but his face seems strangely familiar to me."

"No; you can't have seen him before," rejoined the Doctor, smiling, "unless it was in a dream. He has never been in South Africa, and you, I think, have never left it since he was a child."

"No; I have never left the Transvaal, unless to visit Cape Town, or Zululand, or Natal, for twenty years. I wonder you knew me, Stansfield; but, to be sure, you were expecting me before long. But as regards this lad--has he any relatives in the Transvaal?"

"His mother and sister may be in the Transvaal for all I can tell. They left England some years ago, and the place where they are living is quite unknown."

"What is his name?" asked Mr Rogers.

"Rivers," answered the headmaster,--"George Rivers." Mr Rogers shook his head. "I know no person of that name," he said. "It must be a mere chance resemblance. But I should like to know his history; for some reason or other he interests me."