Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand Part 4

"Ay," said Mr Moritz; "your countrymen made better jailors than those who had charge of him at Elba. Small blame to you, too. If he had been shut up in any place, which he could have got out of, he would have lived long enough to turn Europe upside down once more."

"Is the climate unhealthy?" inquired Mr Walters.

"Unhealthy! no, not a bit of it," replied the captain. "I resided here once for two years, as one of the Company's agents. I should say it was a particularly healthy country for Europeans. It is both mild and uniform in its temperature, never excessively hot, and never very cold.

An English August and an English January would both of them astonish the natives of Saint Helena. The trade wind gives a succession of steady and equable breezes, and tropical storms are almost unknown."

"It is very bare and ungenial in its appearance, any way," remarked Annchen.

"Ah, Miss Annchen, that comes of trusting to first appearances," said Captain Ranken. "You will find it greatly improve on nearer acquaintance. But here we are, and here are our conveyances waiting for us."

They landed accordingly, and, after crossing the drawbridge, pa.s.sed under the arched gateway, and entered the princ.i.p.al street of the town.

This was not very long, not containing more than fifty or sixty houses, but these were mostly of a handsome appearance, resembling English houses for the most part, two storeys in height, and whitewashed. The population seemed to be almost entirely negro; but a bronzed old soldier, who told them that he had in his youth kept guard at Napoleon's grave, offered himself as their guide, and his services were accepted.

Under his guidance they began their ascent, which had been constructed with enormous labour along the side of the almost perpendicular precipices, and which tried the nerves of some of the party, who were not accustomed to climbing. For a long way the ascent exhibited nothing but the spectacle of naked and barren rocks, but after the first two miles were pa.s.sed, the eyes of the travellers were relieved by the sudden sight of wooded heights, diversified by picturesque villas and cultivated gardens. Trees which were quite new to some of the party grew on either side of the pathway. The Indian banyan and bamboo, the mimosa, the aloe, and the p.r.i.c.kly pear of Southern Africa, were to be found side by side with Australian gum trees, and the mulberries of Southern Europe. There appeared also to be a variety of tropical fruits; figs, limes, mangoes, guavas, citrons, bananas, and pomegranates grew and throve, apparently, in the gardens which they pa.s.sed. The temperature altered sensibly as they approached Longwood, which indeed is nearly eighteen hundred feet above the level of the sea.

"This seems a comfortable house enough," remarked Redgy, as they entered the grounds,--"not an imperial palace, to be sure, but that was hardly to be expected."

"He was comfortable enough, I expect," said Captain Ranken,--"as comfortable as he would have been anywhere. Indeed, he wouldn't go into the big house which the English Ministry had built for him. No, it was the being shut up at all that he didn't like."

"You are right, sir," remarked the old sergeant with a smile. "If they had taken the palace of Versailles over for him, he wouldn't have liked it any better."

"Did you ever see him?" inquired Rivers.

"No, sir; I didn't come to the island till just before his death; but my father-in-law, who died a few years ago, was a soldier under Sir Hudson Lowe's command; and he told me that he had often been set as one of the sentries round Longwood, and had seen Buonaparte again and again. It was a troublesome duty keeping guard on him."

"How so?" asked Walters.

"Why, sir, they were obliged--one of them, that is, was obliged--to see Bony with his own eyes once in every twenty-four hours--to make sure of him, you see, sir. There was always a fancy that he was trying to make his escape to America."

"There was some ground for that, if what I have read is true," remarked Rivers.

"Maybe, sir," said Sergeant Thorpe. "Anyhow, Sir Hudson always acted as though he believed it; and he insisted that one of the men should see Bony every day, and make sure he was there; and nothing that he did made Bony so angry. He would take every means of preventing it that he could. He would shut himself up sometimes for a whole day, and allow no one to enter his room but his own servants. They were all in the same mind as himself about it; and even if they hadn't been, they durstn't for the life of them let any one go into the room where he was. Some of our chaps hung about the entrance for an hour or two, or longer than that, before they could get a sight of him. My father-in-law told me that one day, when he had waited for ever so long without being able to see Buonaparte, he hid himself behind one of the curtains in the hall and stayed there till bed-time. About ten o'clock Bony came out on his way to bed. My father-in-law got a clear sight of him, but Bony caught a glimpse of the end of his shoe sticking out from under the curtain.

My father-in-law was hauled out, and had to explain what brought him there. A complaint was sent to Sir Hudson--and to the Government, I believe, too--that an attempt had been made to a.s.sa.s.sinate him! But there were so many stories of the same kind, none of which had any foundation, that very little attention was paid to it."

"No," said Captain Ranken. "The Government would have had little else to do, if they had attended to all his complaints. So this is the house where the great emperor lived, is it?"

"Lived and died, sir," said Sergeant Thorpe. "This is the room where he used to sit and dictate, and this the bedroom where he died. There was a terrible storm on the day of his death, the 4th of May 1821. I can just remember it, having come here when I was a young boy, a few weeks before. The people in the island say there has never been such a storm known before or since. All the trees about the place were torn up, and among them the willow, under which was his favourite seat."

"Were you present at his burial?" inquired Margetts.

"No, sir, I was too young to be taken. I was left at home with my nurse and little sister, but almost every one in the island was there. We will go down and look at it now, if you please. It lies in a small valley. The spot was a favourite resort of his, and there he had asked to be buried."

The party accordingly quitted Longwood, and followed the sergeant down to the spot he indicated. It was a lovely place, but very little attempt had been made further to beautify it. A mound of about three hundred feet in circ.u.mference, overgrown with gra.s.s, had been surrounded with a simple palisade. About the middle of this there was a tomb constructed of stone enclosed by an iron railing. There was neither inscription nor monument, the coffin having been deposited in a vault beneath, and the roof cemented over.

"I have stood here sentinel many a day, gentlemen," said the sergeant, "when I was a young man. There used to be a many visitors who came to see it--mostly old soldiers who had fought under him."

"Do you remember the removal of the body to France?" inquired Rivers.

"Yes, sir, I saw that myself," replied Thorpe; "it was nearly twenty years after his burial. The son of the king of France, that then was, came to take the body to Europe. It was a grand sight. I was one of the soldiers on duty that day. The earth was dug away until they came to the vault, which had been overlaid with cement, but this was found to be so hard that the workmen's tools broke one after another, and it was a long time before they could make the slightest impression upon it. At last they did make their way through it, and lifted up the large white stone, and exposed the coffin. When the lid was taken off there lay the great emperor, not the least changed, it appeared, by all the twenty years he had lain there. The features were not even shrunk, and there were the orders on his breast, and the c.o.c.ked hat by his side, scarcely tarnished. After the coffin had been removed they replaced the stones as they were before. A good many people still visit this place, but not nearly so many, of course, as formerly."

The party now took leave of Sergeant Thorpe, and returned to Jamestown.

"Why didn't Whittaker make one of our party?" asked Margetts of Walters, as they rode side by side down the precipitous path.

"I don't quite know," said Walters. "For some reason or other, he is very unwilling to be absent from his cabin for any long time together.

I have noticed that almost every hour he goes down to it. I suppose he has something valuable there, which he thinks it necessary to keep an eye upon."

"I don't know but what he's right," remarked Rivers. "One or two of the crew strike me as being by no means the most desirable s.h.i.+pmates. That fellow Bostock, and Van Ryk, the boatswain's mate, and one or two others, if they are honest fellows, don't look it. I spoke to the captain about it a day or two ago, and he agreed with what I said. But he told me that he and Wyndham kept a sharp look-out upon them, and when the s.h.i.+p reached Port Elizabeth, he meant to get rid of them. It is only a few of whom he has any suspicion; the rest are all right."

The next day the voyage was resumed, and after rather more than a week's run, Cape Town was reached. Here there was a delay of several days.

Vander Heyden went ash.o.r.e with his sister to the house of a friend, with whom he resided during the whole of the s.h.i.+p's stay in harbour.

He had been very angry with his friend and sister for joining the English party to Longwood, and would have broken off all acquaintance with Rivers and his friend, if Moritz and Annchen would have allowed it.

But though he succeeded so far to prevent anything like close intimacy, he could not prevent civilities from being offered and accepted; and Vander Heyden had seen too much of Captain Ranken, to venture upon any repet.i.tion of the conduct which had brought about the collision between them a fortnight before.

During the stay at Cape Town an unfortunate incident occurred, which caused the captain much greater vexation than the misconduct of his Dutch pa.s.senger. Nearly a dozen of his best men, who had been allowed by the second mate, in the absence of his superior officers, to go on sh.o.r.e, were reported missing, and all inquiries after them proved vain.

Either they had been bribed to serve on board some foreign s.h.i.+p, or to join some party to the interior. Captain Ranken was obliged to supply their place, as well as he could, with some men whom he had picked up at Cape Town, but whose appearance he by no means liked.

"We must keep a sharp look-out upon them, Wyndham," he said on the morning of the day after that on which they had resumed their voyage.

"If it wasn't that it would be impossible to navigate the s.h.i.+p without them, there's hardly one of these fellows with whom I would like to sail. I shall send them adrift at Port Elizabeth, along with Bostock and Van Ryk and Sherwin. I expect there will be no lack of good hands there."

"Well, it won't be very long, sir," said Wyndham,--"not above three or four days at the outside, and there are enough of us to put down any disturbance during that time. I'll speak to Mr Rivers and Mr Whittaker, and the others. They'd be very useful if any disturbance occurs."

"I will speak to Mr Whittaker myself," said the captain. "He told me something yesterday, an hour or two after we left the harbour, which if he had mentioned before, I should have taken certain steps, which it would be too late to take now. I gave him my mind on the subject, though there was no great use in doing that."

"What, he has something valuable on board, I suppose?" observed Wyndham; "I have suspected as much for a long time. That was why he would not go ash.o.r.e at Saint Helena, then?"

"Yes," said the captain; "I think under the circ.u.mstances it is quite as well you should know, Wyndham. He has got 5000 pounds in specie, which he is taking out to the bank at Maritzburg. Of course he was bound to tell me--to give it into my custody, in fact--before we sailed. He declares he did not know that. That may be true, though it seems strange he should be ignorant of it. But, any way, it is no use discussing that matter any further."

"No, sir. I suppose you have it in your charge now?"

"Yes, of course. I have put it away in the strong cupboard, and will not deliver it up till we reach Durban."

"And what made Mr Whittaker tell you about it this morning, more than on any other day?" asked Wyndham.

"That is one of the most unpleasant features in the matter," rejoined the captain. "Mr Whittaker has always kept his cabin locked throughout the voyage, and has never been absent from it for any considerable time.

Until this morning, he had no suspicion but what everything was perfectly safe. But last night, after the pa.s.sengers had gone to bed, he fancied he heard a noise in the pa.s.sage, and caught a glimpse of some one hurrying away. This morning, on going into his cabin, he found Bostock there; and on his inquiring what business the man had in his cabin, Bostock muttered something about having gone in to clean it out.

But it is not Bostock's business to clean the cabins. Mr Whittaker was alarmed, and came to me immediately afterwards."

"Indeed, sir! That looks ugly, certainly. You must get rid of Bostock when we get to Port Elizabeth."

"I have already said that I meant to do so. Indeed, I would have dismissed him at Cape Town, if Mr Whittaker had spoken to me in time.

All that we can now do is to keep a bright look-out. Mr Whittaker and I are alternately to keep watch in my cabin, until we drop anchor in Algoa Bay. You had better keep an eye on Bostock; and it would be as well if you asked Mr Rivers to help you in doing so. Mr Rivers is, to my mind, as stout-hearted and cool-headed a fellow as any we have on board."

"I agree with you in that, sir, and will see Mr Rivers at once. But I don't apprehend much mischief from John Bostock. The man seems to me as if he had lost his head."

If Mr Wyndham could have been present at a conversation which had taken place an hour or two before between Bostock, Van Ryk, Andersen, the captain's servant, and a sailor named Sherwin, he would hardly have expressed this opinion. John Bostock, little as Wyndham suspected it, was by birth a gentleman. He was the son of a Lincolns.h.i.+re squire of ancient family, but very reduced means. His father was the last of a long series of spendthrifts, who had gradually reduced a n.o.ble inheritance to a heap of enc.u.mbrances. Langley Cargill, or, as he now called himself, John Bostock, was one of his younger sons. He followed in his father's steps, and was soon hopelessly involved in debt. He tried to live by successful betting and gambling, but failed here also, and was reduced to extreme straits, when a boon companion, a man of some influence, obtained for him a commission in a Dutch regiment quartered at the Hague. Here he was safe from creditors, and had an income upon which it would have been possible to live decently, if strict economy had been observed. But to Cargill economy had become impossible. He fell into his old courses, and would probably have soon been expelled from the Dutch service, if his ruin had not been precipitated by an outrage which drew on him the punishment of the law.

In the second year of his residence he was attracted by the grace and beauty of a young girl, who had just made her first appearance in public. Langley contrived to obtain an introduction, which he tried for several months to improve into an acquaintance. The lady's friends, who were aware of his character, interfered to prevent this. Her brother, in particular, a haughty young officer, had forbidden all intercourse; and on the occasion of a public ball, when Cargill was more than usually importunate, had insisted on his leaving the room. Cargill replied by drawing his sword on Vander Heyden. The police interfered, and Cargill was insane enough to resist, wounding several men, and one severely. He would have received a heavy sentence, if he had not contrived to escape from prison, and enlist as a sailor in a s.h.i.+p just leaving the harbour.

After several voyages he found himself in London, and in the autumn of 1879 engaged himself, under the name of Bostock, as an A.B. on board the _Zulu Queen_, about to sail for Durban. Here he found Jans Van Ryk, Amos Sherwin, and Eric Andersen, old companions of his coa.r.s.e debauches.