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The Cape Peninsula
Pen and Colour Sketches
The Cape Peninsula
Pen and Colour Sketches
The Cape Peninsula
Pen and Colour Sketches
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    The Cape Peninsula Pen and Colour Sketches - W. Westhofen

    The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Cape Peninsula, by Réné Juta

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    Title: The Cape Peninsula

           Pen and Colour Sketches

    Author: Réné Juta

    Illustrator: W. Westhofen

    Release Date: May 18, 2013 [EBook #42737]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CAPE PENINSULA ***

    Produced by Melissa McDaniel and the Online Distributed

    Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was

    produced from images generously made available by The

    Internet Archive)

    Transcriber's Note:

    Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation in the original document have been preserved.

    THE CAPE PENINSULA

    CAPE TOWN FROM TABLE BAY

    THE CAPE PENINSULA

    PEN AND COLOUR SKETCHES

    DESCRIBED BY

    RÉNÉ JUTA

    PAINTED BY

    W. WESTHOFEN

    LONDON: ADAM & CHARLES BLACK

    CAPE TOWN: J. C. JUTA & CO.

    1910

    DEDICATION

    'Only those who see take off their shoes. The rest sit round and pluck blackberries and stain their faces with the natural hue of them.'


    'I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and find it hard to believe. The names, the shapes of the woodlands, the courses of the roads and rivers, the prehistoric footsteps of man still distinctly traceable up hill and down dale, the mills and the ruins, the ponds and the ferries, perhaps the Standing Stone or the Druidic Circle on the heath; here is an inexhaustible fund of interest for any man with eyes to see or twopence worth of imagination to understand with.'

    R. L. STEVENSON.

    CONTENTS

    LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

    CHARACTERS

    Marinus and The Writer, two slightly sentimental travellers, in modern dress, generally riding-clothes.

    Immortals.

    Mynheer Van Riebeek, and all the Dutch Commanders.

    Captain Cook.

    Marion Le Roux.

    Mr. and Lady Anne Barnard.

    Old Man Van der Pool.

    The English Governors.

    Some English Midshipmen.

    Mynheer Van Rheenen, a brewer.

    Mr. Barrow, a naturalist.

    Monsieur Le Vaillant, a French explorer with a temperament.

    Lieutenant Abraham Schut.

    Kolbé, a great liar with a sense of humour.

    Mynheer Cloete, a wealthy farmer,

    And some others.

    Chorus.

    Hottentots, Bushmen, Saldanhas, Dutch Soldiers and Sailors, English Soldiers and Sailors, Burghers, Slaves, Market-Gardeners, Wine-Makers, Fishermen, and ordinary people from 1651 to 1910.

    THE CAPE PENINSULA

    CHAPTER I

    THE CASTLE

    Under three purple-flowered trees standing in the Castle courtyard, one blazing hot morning, we, more sentimentally than travellingly inclined, sat and rested while a khaki-clothed Tommy wandered round to find a guide to show us over the old Dutch fort. We thanked Heaven for his half-heartedness and for some shade. Marinus, fortunately for us both, smoked his pipe of peace and of Transvaal tobacco, and I opened the Brass Bottle, which, indeed, is no bottle at all, but, as everyone not vulgarly inclined knows, a fairy-tale metaphor for one's imagination. The barometer registered 97° F. in the shade, which is a perfect state of atmosphere for the fumes of the Brass Bottle, in which, all mingling with the smoke from Marinus' pipe, the building of the Castle began.

    The walls dissolved into blue air: the brasswork of the 'Kat,' the block of buildings dividing the Castle into two courtyards, melted into one small spot of liquid, leaving a dry, dusty, levelled yellow plain, with an earthwork wall embodying the spirit of the dykes of the Netherlands in its composition—for the green waves of Table Bay lapped at its base. It was the second day of January, 1666; under the blazing sun three hundred discontented-looking men were digging and levelling the hard earth. At the westerly land-points were the foundations of two bastions. Suddenly a group of men appeared, looking like Rembrandt's 'Night-Watch' come to life, carrying sealed parchments and plans, followed by many Madagascar slaves in clean white linen tunics not to be renewed for six whole months, this being the New Year. The slaves carried bags of food and a long tray made of wood, on which were about one hundred small moneybags. One of the Night-Watch, who was the Commander Wagenaar, walked up to a long table whereon was a white stone; the guns of the old fort, crumbling to pieces across the parade-ground, fired. It was noon, and the foundation-stone of the Castle was laid. The three hundred weary, sweating men raised a feeble cheer, the masons, carpenters, and smiths, advancing separately, received from the hands of the 'Fiscal,' Chief Magistrate and Attorney-General of the Colony, the gift of the General Netherlands East India Company of thirty Rds., or rix-dollars, tied up in the small black bags. Then the Company moved across to another part of the ground, and the Predikant, the Rev. Joan van Arckel, proceeded to lay another stone, followed by the Fiscal, Sieur Hendrick Lucas, to whose honour fell the laying of the third great corner-stone. Then were the entire three hundred malcontents, as well as the soldiers who had also laboured, presented with two oxen, six sheep, one hundred fresh-baked wheaten loaves, and eight casks of Cape-brewed beer, 'which food and drink, well cooked and well prepared,' whispered the Chief Surgeon, Sieur Pieter van Clinckenberg, to Lieutenant Abraham Schut, 'let us hope may induce these sluggish fellows to be better encouraged and made more willing to work.'

    Lieutenant Abraham Schut, to whose duties of supervising the Company's stables and the Mounted Guards in the country, and the watch-houses, and the supervising of the workings and workers of the vineyards, the orchards, and the granary, were also added those of 'keeping an eye' on the 'lazy fellows at work in the brick and tile fields,' very solemnly stared before him at the 'encouraged' diggers, and wondered what reward the General Netherlands East India Company had laid up for him.

    But the Fiscal was addressing the crowd gathered round the Commander. I had missed some of his speech because of these two babbling Night-Watchers next me, but I now listened: 'And that it may also somewhat be evident that by this continual digging and delving in and under the ground, poets have also been found and thrown up, a certain amateur this day presents to the Commander the following eight verses.' The crowd drew closer to the Fiscal, who continued with the amateur's verses:

    Den Eersten steen van 't Nieuwe Casteel Goede Hoop heeft Wagenaar gelecht met Hoop van Goede Hoop.

    Ampliatie.

    Soo worden voort en voort de rijcken uijtgespreijt,

    Soo worden al de swart en geluwen gespreijt,

    Soo doet men uijt den aerd' een steen wall oprechten,

    Daer't donderend metael seer weijnigh (an ophecten)

    Voor Hottentoosen waren 't altijts eerde wallen.

    Nu komt men hier met steen van anderen oock brallen,

    Dus maeckt men dan een schrik soowel d'Europiaen,

    Als vor den Aes! Ame! en wilden Africaen,

    Dus wort beroemt gemaeckt 't geheijligst Christendom,

    Die zetels stellen in het woeste heijdendom,

    Wij loven 't Groot Bestier, en zeggen met malcander,

    Augustus heerschappij, noch winnend' Alexander,

    Noch Caesars groot beleijd zijn noijt daermee geswaerd,

    Met 't leggen van een steen op 't

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