Kafir Stories: Seven Short Stories

"Fate leadeth through the garden shews The trees of Knowledge, Death, and Life; On this, the wholesome apple grows,-- On that, fair fruit with poison rife. Yet sometimes apples...

The wild ass of the desert knows, By inborn knowledge, friends from foes. The tame ass of the village browses Contentedly between the houses. He has no foes, he has no friends,...

Whilst the blessings conferred upon the natives by the Europeans were being enumerated, Miss Blake (quite involuntarily) thought of the canteens in the village close at hand, co...

Of the criminal cases to be heard, only one was of any importance, namely that of a young coloured man charged with burglary. His name was John Erlank. He had evidently more of...

The expedition started. A number of the men carried strong iron picks for the purpose of digging out the ore. They took a small herd of cattle for immediate use as food, but the...

The attack began at once, and for a time the struggle was fierce. But at close quarters one Zulu was a match for ten Balotsi, so the assailants were soon glad to retire, leaving...

Some months later in the same year, when Troopers George Langley and Hiram Whitson also applied for ten days' leave of absence--likewise to proceed to Pietermaritzburg--the leav...

Whitson and Langley, with their revolvers drawn, suddenly stepped out of their concealment, and walked towards the fire. This evidently disconcerted the men with the thongs, who...

To save my self-respect, I made another attempt to pass, but more or less the same thing happened, except that I kept my seat, and managed to avoid going so near the bank, I the...

Cajolements, remonstrances, and threats were of no avail; Sololo remained obstinate. His tone, however, somewhat changed; he sent polite, but evasive and unsatisfactory replies...