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Dream Life and Real Life A Little African Story

Dream Life and Real Life

A Little African Story

by Olive Schreiner

Dream Life and Real Life A Little African Story

Author of "The Story of an African Farm" and "Dreams"

Dedication.

To My Brother Fred,

For whose little school magazine the first of these tiny stories--

one of the first I ever made--was written out many long years ago.

O.S.

New College, Eastbourne, Sept. 29, 1893.

Kopjes - In the karoo, are hillocks of stones, that rise up singly or in

clusters, here and there; presenting sometimes the fantastic appearance of

old ruined castles or giant graves, the work of human hands. Kraal - A

sheepfold. Krantz - A precipice. Sluit - A deep fissure, generally dry, in

which the superfluous torrents of water are carried from the karoo plains

after thunderstorms. Stoep - A porch.

Dream Life and Real Life A Little African Story

I. DREAM LIFE AND REAL

LIFE; A LITTLE AFRICAN STORY.

Little Jannita sat alone beside a milk-bush. Before her and behind

her stretched the plain, covered with red sand and thorny karoo bushes;

and here and there a milk-bush, looking like a bundle of pale green rods

tied together. Not a tree was to be seen anywhere, except on the banks of

the river, and that was far away, and the sun beat on her head. Round her

fed the Angora goats she was herding; pretty things, especially the little

ones, with white silky curls that touched the ground. But Jannita sat

crying. If an angel should gather up in his cup all the tears that have

been shed, I think the bitterest would be those of children.

By and by she was so tired, and the sun was so hot, she laid her head

against the milk-bush, and dropped asleep.

She dreamed a beautiful dream. She thought that when she went

back to the farmhouse in the evening, the walls were covered with vines

and roses, and the kraals were not made of red stone, but of lilac trees full

of blossom. And the fat old Boer smiled at her; and the stick he held

across the door, for the goats to jump over, was a lily rod with seven

blossoms at the end. When she went to the house her mistress gave her a

whole roaster-cake for her supper, and the mistress's daughter had stuck a

rose in the cake; and her mistress's son-in-law said, "Thank you!" when

she pulled off his boots, and did not kick her.

It was a beautiful dream.

While she lay thus dreaming, one of the little kids came and licked her

on her cheek, because of the salt from her dried-up tears. And in her

dream she was not a poor indentured child any more, living with Boers.

It was her father who kissed her. He said he had only been asleep--that

day when he lay down under the thorn-bush; he had not really died. He

felt her hair, and said it was grown long and silky, and he said they would

go back to Denmark now. He asked her why her feet were bare, and

what the marks on her back were. Then he put her head on his shoulder,

Dream Life and Real Life A Little African Story

and picked her up, and carried her away, away! She laughed--she could

feel her face against his brown beard. His arms were so strong.

As she lay there dreaming, with the ants running over her naked feet,

and with her brown curls lying in the sand, a Hottentot came up to her.

He was dressed in ragged yellow trousers, and a dirty shirt, and torn jacket.

He had a red handkerchief round his head, and a felt hat above that. His

nose was flat, his eyes like slits, and the wool on his head was gathered

into little round balls. He came to the milk-bush, and looked at the little

girl lying in the hot sun. Then he walked off, and caught one of the

fattest little Angora goats, and held its mouth fast, as he stuck it under his

arm. He looked back to see that she was still sleeping, and jumped down

into one of the sluits. He walked down the bed of the sluit a little way

and came to an overhanging bank, under which, sitting on the red sand,

were two men. One was a tiny, ragged, old bushman, four feet high; the

other was an English navvy, in a dark blue blouse. They cut the kid's

throat with the navvy's long knife, and covered up the blood with sand,

and buried the entrails and skin. Then they talked, and quarrelled a little;

and then they talked quietly again.

The Hottentot man put a leg of the kid under his coat and left the rest

of the meat for the two in the sluit, and walked away.

When little Jannita awoke it was almost sunset. She sat up very

frightened, but her goats were all about her. She began to drive them

home. "I do not think there are any lost," she said.

Dirk, the Hottentot, had brought his flock home already, and stood at

the kraal door with his ragged yellow trousers. The fat old Boer put his

stick across the door, and let Jannita's goats jump over, one by one. He

counted them. When the last jumped over: "Have you been to sleep

today?" he said; "there is one missing."

Then little Jannita knew what was coming, and she said, in a low voice,

"No." And then she felt in her heart that deadly sickness that you feel

when you tell a lie; and again she said, "Yes."

"Do you think you will have any supper this evening?" said the Boer.

"No," said Jannita.

"What do you think you will have?"

Dream Life and Real Life A Little African Story

"I don't know," said Jannita.

"Give me your whip," said the Boer to Dirk, the Hottentot.

...

The moon was all but full that night. Oh, but its light was beautiful!

The little girl crept to the door of the outhouse where she slept, and

looked at it. When you are hungry, and very, very sore, you do not cry.

She leaned her chin on one hand, and looked, with her great dove's eyes--

the other hand was cut open, so she wrapped it in her pinafore. She

looked across the plain at the sand and the low karoo-bushes, with the

moonlight on them.

Presently, there came slowly, from far away, a wild springbuck. It

came close to the house, and stood looking at it in wonder, while the

moonlight glinted on its horns, and in its great eyes. It stood wondering

at the red brick walls, and the girl watched it. Then, suddenly, as if it

scorned it all, it curved its beautiful back and turned; and away it fled over

the bushes and sand, like a sheeny streak of white lightning. She stood

up to watch it. So free, so free! Away, away! She watched, till she

could see it no more on the wide plain.

Her heart swelled, larger, larger, larger: she uttered a low cry; and

without waiting, pausing, thinking, she followed on its track. Away,

away, away! "I--I also!" she said, "I--I also!"

When at last her legs began to tremble under her, and she stopped to

breathe, the house was a speck behind her. She dropped on the earth, and

held her panting sides.

She began to think now.

If she stayed on the plain they would trace her footsteps in the morning

and catch her; but if she waded in the water in the bed of the river they

would not be able to find her footmarks; and she would hide, there where

the rocks and the kopjes were.

So she stood up and walked towards the river. The water in the river

was low; just a line of silver in the broad bed of sand, here and there

broadening into a pool. She stepped into it, and bathed her feet in the

delicious cold water. Up and up the stream she walked, where it rattled

over the pebbles, and past where the farmhouse lay; and where the rocks

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