The Story of an African Farm
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Chapter 2.V. Tant Sannie Holds An Upsitting, and Gregory Writes ALetter.
It was just after sunset, and Lyndall had not yet returned from herfirst driving-lesson, when the lean coloured woman standing at thecorner of the house to enjoy the evening breeze, saw coming along theroad a strange horseman. Very narrowly she surveyed him, as slowly heapproached. He was attired in the deepest mourning, the black creperound his tall hat totally concealing the black felt, and nothing but adazzling shirt-front relieving the funereal tone of his attire. He rodemuch forward in his saddle, with his chin resting on the uppermost ofhis shirt-studs, and there was an air of meek subjection to the will ofHeaven, and to what might be in store for him, that bespoke itself evenin the way in which he gently urged his steed. He was evidently in nohurry to reach his destination, for the nearer he approached to it theslacker did his bridle hang. The coloured woman having duly inspectedhim, dashed into the dwelling.
"Here is another one!" she cried--"a widower; I see it by his hat."
"Good Lord!" said Tant Sannie; "it's the seventh I've had this month;but the men know where sheep and good looks and money in the bank are tobe found," she added, winking knowingly. "How does he look?"
"Nineteen, weak eyes, white hair, little round nose," said the maid.
"Then it's he! then it's he!" said Tant Sannie triumphantly; "littlePiet Vander Walt, whose wife died last month--two farms, twelve thousandsheep. I've not seen him, but my sister-in-law told me about him, and Idreamed about him last night."
Here Piet's black hat appeared in the doorway, and the Boer-woman drewherself up in dignified silence, extended the tips of her fingers, andmotioned solemnly to a chair. The young man seated himself, sticking hisfeet as far under it as they would go, and said mildly:
"I am Little Piet Vander Walt, and my father is Big Piet Vander Walt."
Tant Sannie said solemnly: "Yes."
"Aunt," said the young man, starting up spasmodically; "can Ioff-saddle?"
"Yes."
He seized his hat, and disappeared with a rush through the door.
"I told you so! I knew it!" said Tant Sannie. "The dear Lord doesn'tsend dreams for nothing. Didn't I tell you this morning that I dreamedof a great beast like a sheep, with red eyes, and I killed it? Wasn'tthe white wool his hair, and the red eyes his weak eyes, and my killinghim meant marriage? Get supper ready quickly; the sheep's inside androaster-cakes. We shall sit up tonight."
To young Piet Vander Walt that supper was a period of intense torture.There was something overawing in that assembly of English people, withtheir incomprehensible speech; and moreover, it was his first courtship;his first wife had courted him, and ten months of severe domestic rulehad not raised his spirit nor courage. He ate little, and when heraised a morsel to his lips glanced guiltily round to see if he werenot observed. He had put three rings on his little finger, with theintention of sticking it out stiffly when he raised a coffee-cup; nowthe little finger was curled miserably among its fellows. It was smallrelief when the meal was over, and Tant Sannie and he repaired to thefront room. Once seated there, he set his knees close together, stoodhis black hat upon them, and wretchedly turned the brim up and down.But supper had cheered Tant Sannie, who found it impossible longer tomaintain that decorous silence, and whose heart yearned over the youth.
"I was related to your aunt Selena who died," said Tant Sannie. "Mymother's stepbrother's child was married to her father's brother'sstepnephew's niece."
"Yes, aunt," said the young man, "I know we were related."
"It was her cousin," said Tant Sannie, now fairly on the flow, "who hadthe cancer cut out of her breast by the other doctor, who was not theright doctor they sent for, but who did it quite as well."
"Yes, aunt," said the young man.
"I've heard about it often," said Tant Sannie. "And he was the son ofthe old doctor that they say died on Christmas-day, but I don't knowif that's true. People do tell such awful lies. Why should he die onChristmas-day more than any other day?"
"Yes, aunt, why?" said the young man meekly.
"Did you ever have the toothache?" asked Tant Sannie.
"No, aunt."
"Well, they say that doctor--not the son of the old doctor that died onChristmas-day, the other that didn't come when he was sent for--he gavesuch good stuff for the toothache that if you opened the bottle in theroom where any one was bad they got better directly. You could see itwas good stuff," said Tant Sannie; "it tasted horrid. That was a realdoctor! He used to give a bottle so high," said the Boer-woman, raisingher hand a foot from the table, "you could drink at it for a month andit wouldn't get done, and the same medicine was good for all sorts ofsicknesses--croup, measles, jaundice, dropsy. Now you have to buy a newkind for each sickness. The doctors aren't so good as they used to be."
"No, aunt," said the young man, who was trying to gain courage to stickout his legs and clink his spurs together. He did so at last.
Tant Sannie had noticed the spurs before; but she thought it showed anice manly spirit, and her heart warmed yet more to the youth.
"Did you ever have convulsions when you were a baby?" asked Tant Sannie.
"Yes," said the young man.
"Strange," said Tant Sannie; "I had convulsions too. Wonderful that weshould be so much alike!"
"Aunt," said the young man explosively, "can we sit up tonight?"
Tant Sannie hung her head and half closed her eyes; but finding that herlittle wiles were thrown away, the young man staring fixedly at his hat,she simpered, "Yes," and went away to fetch candles.
In the dining room Em worked at her machine, and Gregory sat closebeside her, his great blue eyes turned to the window where Lyndallleaned out talking to Waldo.
Tant Sannie took two candles out of the cupboard and held them uptriumphantly, winking all round the room.
"He's asked for them," she said.
"Does he want them for his horse's rubbed back?" asked Gregory, new toup-country life.
"No," said Tant Sannie, indignantly; "we're going to sit up!" and shewalked off in triumph with the candles.
Nevertheless, when all the rest of the house had retired, when the longcandle was lighted, when the coffee-kettle was filled, when she sat inthe elbow-chair, with her lover on a chair close beside her, and whenthe vigil of the night was fairly begun, she began to find it wearisome.The young man looked chilly, and said nothing.
"Won't you put your feet on my stove?" said Tant Sannie.
"No thank you, aunt," said the young man, and both lapsed into silence.
At last Tant Sannie, afraid of going to sleep, tapped a strong cup ofcoffee for herself and handed another to her lover. This visibly revivedboth.
"How long were you married, cousin?"
"Ten months, aunt."
"How old was your baby?"
"Three days when it died."
"It's very hard when we must give our husbands and wives to the Lord,"said Tant Sannie.
"Very," said the young man; "but it's the Lord's will."
"Yes," said Tant Sannie, and sighed.
"She was such a good wife, aunt: I've known her break a churn-stick overa maid's head for only letting dust come on a milk cloth."
Tant Sannie felt a twinge of jealousy. She had never broken achurn-stick on a maid's head.
"I hope your wife made a good end," she said.
"Oh, beautiful, aunt: she said up a psalm and two hymns and a halfbefore she died."
"Did she leave any messages?" asked Tant Sannie.
"No," said the young man; "but the night before she died I was lying atthe foot of her bed; I felt her foot kick me.
"'Piet,' she said.
"'Annie, my heart,' said I.
"'My little baby that died yesterday has been here, and it stood overthe wagon-box,' she said.
"'What did it say?' I asked.
"'It said that if I died you must marry a fat woman.'
"'I will,' I said, and I went to sleep again. Presently she woke me.
"I didn't go to sleep after that for a long time, aunt; but when I didshe woke me.
"'The baby has been here again,' she said, 'and it says you mustn'tmarry a woman with a mole.' I told her I wouldn't; and the next day shedied."
"That was a vision from the Redeemer," said Tant Sannie.
The young man nodded his head mournfully. He thought of a younger sisterof his wife's who was not fat, and who had a mole, and of whom his wifehad always been jealous, and he wished the little baby had liked betterstaying in heaven than coming and standing over the wagon-chest.
"I suppose that's why you came to me," said Tant Sannie.
"Yes, aunt. And pa said I ought to get married before shearing-time. Itis bad if there's no one to see after things then; and the maids wastesuch a lot of fat."
"When do you want to get married?"
"Next month, aunt," said the young man in a tone of hopelessresignation. "May I kiss you, aunt?"
"Fie! fie!" said Tant Sannie, and then gave him a resounding kiss."Come, draw your chair a little closer," she said, and their elbows nowtouching, they sat on through the night.
The next morning at dawn, as Em passed through Tant Sannie's bedroom,she found the Boer-woman pulling off her boots preparatory to climbinginto bed.
"Where is Piet Vander Walt?"
"Just gone," said Tant Sannie; "and I am going to marry him this dayfour weeks. I am dead sleepy," she added; "the stupid thing doesn't knowhow to talk love-talk at all," and she climbed into the four-poster,clothes and all, and drew the quilt up to her chin.
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On the day preceding Tant Sannie's wedding, Gregory Rose sat in theblazing sun on the stone wall behind his daub-and-wattle house. Itwas warm, but he was intently watching a small buggy that was beingrecklessly driven over the bushes in the direction of the farmhouse.Gregory never stirred till it had vanished; then, finding the stoneshot, he slipped down and walked into the house. He kicked the littlepail that lay in the doorway, and sent it into one corner; that did himgood. Then he sat down on the box, and began cutting letters out of apiece of newspaper. Finding that the snippings littered the floor, hepicked them up and began scribbling on his blotting-paper. He tried theeffect of different initials before the name Rose: G. Rose, E. Rose, L.Rose, Rose, L.L., L.L. Rose. When he had covered the sheet, he looked atit discontentedly a little while, then suddenly began to write a letter:
"Beloved Sister,
"It is a long while since I last wrote to you, but I have had no time.This is the first morning I have been at home since I don't know when.Em always expects me to go down to the farmhouse in the morning; but Ididn't feel as though I could stand the ride today.
"I have much news for you.
"Tant Sannie, Em's Boer stepmother, is to be married tomorrow. She isgone to town today, and the wedding feast is to be at her brother'sfarm. Em and I are going to ride over on horseback, but her cousin isgoing to ride in the buggy with that German. I don't think I've writtento you since she came back from school. I don't think you would like herat all, Jemima; there's something so proud about her. She thinks justbecause she's handsome there's nobody good enough to talk to her, andjust as if there had nobody else but her been to boarding-school before.
"They are going to have a grand affair tomorrow; all the Boers about arecoming, and they are going to dance all night; but I don't think Ishall dance at all; for, as Em's cousin says, these Boer dances are lowthings. I am sure I only danced at the last to please Em. I don't knowwhy she is fond of dancing. Em talked of our being married on the sameday as Tant Sannie; but I said it would be nicer for her if she waitedtill the shearing was over, and I took her down to see you. I supposeshe will have to live with us (Em's cousin, I mean), as she has notanything in the world but a poor fifty pounds. I don't like her at all,Jemima, and I don't think you would. She's got such queer ways; she'salways driving about in a gig with that low German; and I don't thinkit's at all the thing for a woman to be going about with a man she'snot engaged to. Do you? If it was me now, of course, who am a kind ofconnection, it would be different. The way she treats me, consideringthat I am so soon to be her cousin, is not at all nice. I took down myalbum the other day with your likenesses in it, and I told her she couldlook at it, and put it down close to her; but she just said, Thank you,and never even touched it, as much as to say--What are your relations tome?
"She gets the wildest horses in that buggy, and a horrid snappish littlecur belonging to the German sitting in front, and then she drives outalone. I don't think it's at all proper for a woman to drive out alone;I wouldn't allow it if she was my sister. The other morning, I don'tknow how it happened, I was going in the way from which she was coming,and that little beast--they call him Doss--began to bark when he sawme--he always does, the little wretch--and the horses began to spring,and kicked the splashboard all to pieces. It was a sight to see Jemima!She has got the littlest hands I ever saw--I could hold them both inone of mine, and not know that I'd got anything except that they wereso soft; but she held those horses in as though they were made of iron.When I wanted to help her she said, 'No thank you: I can manage themmyself. I've got a pair of bits that would break their jaws if I usedthem well,' and she laughed and drove away. It's so unwomanly.
"Tell father my hire of the ground will not be out for six months, andbefore that Em and I will be married. My pair of birds is breeding now,but I haven't been down to see them for three days. I don't seem to careabout anything any more. I don't know what it is; I'm not well. If Igo into town on Saturday I will let the doctor examine me; but perhapsshe'll go in herself. It's a very strange thing, Jemima, but she neverwill send her letters to post by me. If I ask her she has none, andthe very next day she goes in and posts them herself. You mustn't sayanything about it, Jemima, but twice I've brought her letters from thepost in a gentleman's hand, and I'm sure they were both from the sameperson, because I noticed every little mark, even the dotting of thei's.
"Of course it's nothing to me; but for Em's sake I can't help feeling aninterest in her, however much I may dislike her myself; and I hope she'sup to nothing. I pity the man who marries her; I wouldn't be him foranything. If I had a wife with pride I'd make her give it up, sharp. Idon't believe in a man who can't make a woman obey him. Now Em--I'm veryfond of her, as you know--but if I tell her to put on a certain dress,that dress she puts on; and if I tell her to sit on a certain seat,on that seat she sits; and if I tell her not to speak to a certainindividual, she does not speak to them. If a man lets a woman do what hedoesn't like he's a muff.
"Give my love to mother and the children. The veld here is lookingpretty good, and the sheep are better since we washed them. Tell fatherthe dip he recommended is very good.
"Em sends her love to you. She is making me some woollen shirts; butthey don't fit me so nicely as those mother made me.
"Write soon to
"Your loving brother, Gregory.
"P.S.--She drove past just now; I was sitting on the kraal wall rightbefore her eyes, and she never even bowed. G.N.R."