KAFFIR SELFISHNESS. 
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The Hottentots and Kaffirs, being used to go with 
Dutchmen, who are all married before they are out 
of their teens, and ride like the wind to get back to 
their fraus and kinders, cannot understand that, as I 
have no home to return to, all places are alike to 
me, and that I have nothing to gain by pushing on. 
As they have nothing to gain by remaining, of course 
we don’t hit it off well, and it riles me to hear them 
everlastingly talking of getting home. 
The only thing I see for me to do, as I cannot get 
people with the same feelings, or rather in the same 
situation as I am, is to go to Mosilikatse and live 
there altogether for one or two years. I shall be 
well treated, and have the best hunting South Africa 
can produce. I shall only be following out Albert 
Smith’s theory, who says that the colonies are only 
refuges for destitute social suicides. 
The Kaffirs, though they always get plenty, are 
too selfish to give me a morsel, when I run short of 
game, even if the trees all around were perfectly 
red with meat. They don’t refuse point blank, but 
make excuses, saying, ‘ The master of the elephant 
is not there,’ ‘it is not theirs,’ &c., and put you 
off as well as they can. The best of them are an 
ungrateful race of heathens. As they sit on their 
hams with a huge piece of meat in one hand, and a 
six-feet long assegai in the other, cutting and slicing 
away, they are in perfect happiness and contentment, 
envying no man living, as long as the flesh lasts. 
They have nothing, and, consequently, have no cares, 
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