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It
takes
from
four
to
five
days
,
according
to
the
speed
of
the
vessel
and
the
state
of
the
weather
,
to
run
up
from
the
Cape
to
Durban
.
Sometimes
,
if
the
landing
is
bad
at
East
London
,
where
they
have
not
yet
made
that
wonderful
harbour
they
talk
so
much
of
,
and
sink
such
a
mint
of
money
in
,
a
ship
is
delayed
for
twenty-four
hours
before
the
cargo
boats
can
get
out
to
take
off
the
goods
.
But
on
this
occasion
we
had
not
to
wait
at
all
,
for
there
were
no
breakers
on
the
Bar
to
speak
of
,
and
the
tugs
came
out
at
once
with
the
long
strings
of
ugly
flat-bottomed
boats
behind
them
,
into
which
the
packages
were
bundled
with
a
crash
.
It
did
not
matter
what
they
might
be
,
over
they
went
slap-bang
;
whether
they
contained
china
or
woollen
goods
they
met
with
the
same
treatment
.
I
saw
one
case
holding
four
dozen
of
champagne
smashed
all
to
bits
,
and
there
was
the
champagne
fizzing
and
boiling
about
in
the
bottom
of
the
dirty
cargo
boat
.
It
was
a
wicked
waste
,
and
evidently
so
the
Kafirs
in
the
boat
thought
,
for
they
found
a
couple
of
unbroken
bottles
,
and
knocking
off
the
necks
drank
the
contents
.
But
they
had
not
allowed
for
the
expansion
caused
by
the
fizz
in
the
wine
,
and
,
feeling
themselves
swelling
,
rolled
about
in
the
bottom
of
the
boat
,
calling
out
that
the
good
liquor
was
"
tagati
"
--
that
is
,
bewitched
.
I
spoke
to
them
from
the
vessel
,
and
told
them
it
was
the
white
man
's
strongest
medicine
,
and
that
they
were
as
good
as
dead
men
.
Those
Kafirs
went
to
the
shore
in
a
very
great
fright
,
and
I
do
not
think
that
they
will
touch
champagne
again
.
Well
,
all
the
time
that
we
were
steaming
up
to
Natal
I
was
thinking
over
Sir
Henry
Curtis
's
offer
.
We
did
not
speak
any
more
on
the
subject
for
a
day
or
two
,
though
I
told
them
many
hunting
yarns
,
all
true
ones
.
There
is
no
need
to
tell
lies
about
hunting
,
for
so
many
curious
things
happen
within
the
knowledge
of
a
man
whose
business
it
is
to
hunt
;
but
this
is
by
the
way
.
At
last
,
one
beautiful
evening
in
January
,
which
is
our
hottest
month
,
we
steamed
past
the
coast
of
Natal
,
expecting
to
make
Durban
Point
by
sunset
.
It
is
a
lovely
coast
all
along
from
East
London
,
with
its
red
sandhills
and
wide
sweeps
of
vivid
green
,
dotted
here
and
there
with
Kafir
kraals
,
and
bordered
by
a
ribbon
of
white
surf
,
which
spouts
up
in
pillars
of
foam
where
it
hits
the
rocks
.
But
just
before
you
come
to
Durban
there
is
a
peculiar
richness
about
the
landscape
.
There
are
the
sheer
kloofs
cut
in
the
hills
by
the
rushing
rains
of
centuries
,
down
which
the
rivers
sparkle
;
there
is
the
deepest
green
of
the
bush
,
growing
as
God
planted
it
,
and
the
other
greens
of
the
mealie
gardens
and
the
sugar
patches
,
while
now
and
again
a
white
house
,
smiling
out
at
the
placid
sea
,
puts
a
finish
and
gives
an
air
of
homeliness
to
the
scene
.
For
to
my
mind
,
however
beautiful
a
view
may
be
,
it
requires
the
presence
of
man
to
make
it
complete
,
but
perhaps
that
is
because
I
have
lived
so
much
in
the
wilderness
,
and
therefore
know
the
value
of
civilisation
,
though
to
be
sure
it
drives
away
the
game
.
The
Garden
of
Eden
,
no
doubt
,
looked
fair
before
man
was
,
but
I
always
think
that
it
must
have
been
fairer
when
Eve
adorned
it
.
To
return
,
we
had
miscalculated
a
little
,
and
the
sun
was
well
down
before
we
dropped
anchor
off
the
Point
,
and
heard
the
gun
which
told
the
good
folks
of
Durban
that
the
English
Mail
was
in
.
It
was
too
late
to
think
of
getting
over
the
Bar
that
night
,
so
we
went
comfortably
to
dinner
,
after
seeing
the
Mails
carried
off
in
the
life-boat
.
When
we
came
up
again
the
moon
was
out
,
and
shining
so
brightly
over
sea
and
shore
that
she
almost
paled
the
quick
,
large
flashes
from
the
lighthouse
.
From
the
shore
floated
sweet
spicy
odours
that
always
remind
me
of
hymns
and
missionaries
,
and
in
the
windows
of
the
houses
on
the
Berea
sparkled
a
hundred
lights
.
From
a
large
brig
lying
near
also
came
the
music
of
the
sailors
as
they
worked
at
getting
the
anchor
up
in
order
to
be
ready
for
the
wind
.
Altogether
it
was
a
perfect
night
,
such
a
night
as
you
sometimes
get
in
Southern
Africa
,
and
it
threw
a
garment
of
peace
over
everybody
as
the
moon
threw
a
garment
of
silver
over
everything
.
Even
the
great
bulldog
,
belonging
to
a
sporting
passenger
,
seemed
to
yield
to
its
gentle
influences
,
and
forgetting
his
yearning
to
come
to
close
quarters
with
the
baboon
in
a
cage
on
the
foc
's
le
,
snored
happily
at
the
door
of
the
cabin
,
dreaming
no
doubt
that
he
had
finished
him
,
and
happy
in
his
dream
.
We
three
--
that
is
,
Sir
Henry
Curtis
,
Captain
Good
,
and
myself
--
went
and
sat
by
the
wheel
,
and
were
quiet
for
a
while
.
"
Well
,
Mr.
Quatermain
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
presently
,
"
have
you
been
thinking
about
my
proposals
?
"
"
Ay
,
"
echoed
Captain
Good
,
"
what
do
you
think
of
them
,
Mr.
Quatermain
?
I
hope
that
you
are
going
to
give
us
the
pleasure
of
your
company
so
far
as
Solomon
's
Mines
,
or
wherever
the
gentleman
you
knew
as
Neville
may
have
got
to
.
"
I
rose
and
knocked
out
my
pipe
before
I
answered
.
I
had
not
made
up
my
mind
,
and
wanted
an
additional
moment
to
decide
.
Before
the
burning
tobacco
had
fallen
into
the
sea
I
had
decided
;
just
that
little
extra
second
did
the
trick
.
It
is
often
the
way
when
you
have
been
bothering
a
long
time
over
a
thing
.
