

CHAPTER III. 



Narrow escape Sandilli goes home Voyage to Natal My fellow- 

 passengers Tempting viands Property overboard Natal Bay The 

 "tick" Beauty of the vegetation Dolce far niente Cape horses- 

 Points of a Cape horse Shooting-ponies Mode of journeying The 

 " sickness" Training a shooting-horse Endurance of Cape horses 

 A rough journey A stormy night Agreeable termination. 



AFTER about eight months of frontier life, which was 

 little better than so much banishment, I had directions to 

 leave the colony and embark at Algoa Bay for conveyance 

 to Natal. I had to wait in the wretched town of Port 

 Elizabeth for a period of three weeks, during which time 

 I was nearly drowned in the bay, owing to swimming out 

 too far, and forgetting the strength of the current which 

 set along the shore. While waiting there, I visited the 

 pretty little village of Uitenage, with its neat houses, 

 gardens, and tree-lined streets. 



On the road to Graham's Town, I met a large party of 

 Kaffirs, galloping along as usual, leaving a cloud of dust 

 behind. They pulled up as I met them, when I recog- 

 nized the great Gaika chief Sandilli, Anta the giant, a 

 splendid fellow nearly seven feet high, and all the 

 aristocracy of Kaffirland. They had been for some time 

 prisoners in Graham's Town for their rebellious conduct 

 in not stopping the cattle-stealing of their men, but had 

 now been let out, and allowed to go home, on condition 

 of promising to be good boys in future, and kissing the 



