The weekly Anglo-African., 1860-01-28

'Mong the hills where the buffalos haunts are
found
And we joined in the chase Of the noble game,
Nor asked each other of nation or name.
The buffalo-bull wheeled suddenly round,
When first from my rife he felt wound
And, before I could gain the Umtokas bank,
His horns were tearing my courser's flank,
That instant a ball whizzed past my ear,
Which smote the beast in his fierce career;
And the turf was drenched with his purple gore,
As he fell at my feet with believing roar.
The stranger came galloping up to my side,
And greeted me with bold Luntsman's pride
Full blithely we feasted beneath tree,
Then out spoke the forester, Arend Plesse:
Stranger we now are true comrades sworn,
Come, pledge me thy hand, while We quaff the
horn;
Thou'rt an Englishman good, and thy heart is
free,
And It's therefore I'll tell my story to thee
"A Heemraad. Of Camdeboo was my sire,
He had locks and herds to his hearts desire:
And bOndmen and maidens to run at his call
And seven stout sons to be heirs of all
"When We had grown up to mans estate,
Our father bade each of us choose mate,
Of Fatherland blood, from the black taint free,
As became Dutch burgher's proud degree
my brothers they rode to the Bovenlandt
And each came with fair bride back in his
hand
But brought the handsomest bride of them all,
Brown Dinah, the bondmaid who sat in our hall.
My fathers displeasure was stern and still,
NV brothers famed forth like fire on a hill
And they swore that my spirit was mean and
base,
To lower myself to the servile race.
II bade them rejoice in their herds and focks
And their pale-faced spouses with faxen locks,
While 1 claimed for my share, "a the youngest
son,
Brown Dinah alone, with my horse and gun.
my father looked black as a thunder cloud
And their young wives laughed, with disdainful
pride,
While Dinah in terror clung close to my side.
"Her eye-lashes were moistened with tears,
AS she shrunk abashed from their venomous jeers;
But bade her lock up, like burgher's wife,
Next day to be mine, if God granted life.
AT dawn, brother Roelof came galloping home
From the pastures, his courser all covered with
foam;
to the spot
Bold Arend come help with your long barrelled
Far o'er Bruintjes -hoogte we followed in vain,
At length, surly Relof cried 'SIacken your rein =
We've quite lost the track ? Hans replied, with
smac
Then my ark-boding spirit suspected their guile.
II flew to our fathers. Brown Dinah was sold
And they laughed at my rage, as they counted
the gold;
But leaped on my horse, with my gun in my
hand
And sought my lost love in the far Bovenland.
found her. bore her from Gauritz fair glen,
Through lone Zitzikamma, by forest and fen,
To these mountains, at last, like wild pigeons we
flew,
Far, far from the cold hearts of proud CamdeboO.
i've reared our rude Smelling hy Gola's green
wood,
Where the chase of the deer yields me pastime and
food
With my Dinah and children ! dwell her alone,
Without other comrades wishing for none.
Il fear not the Bushmen from Winterberg's fell,
Nor dread the CATER from Kat-river's dell
By Justice and kindness I've conquered them
both,
And the Sons of tho Desert have pledged me their
troth
Il fear not the leopard that turks in the wood,
The lion dread not though raging for blood;
NY hand it is steady, my aim it is sure,
And the boldest must bend to my long g-barrellsd
roer.
The elephants buff-coat my bullet can pierce,
And the giant rhinoceros, headlong and fierce;
Gnu, Gland, and buffalo furnish my board,
When feast my allies, like African lord
"And thus from my kindred and color exiled,
live, like old Ishmael Lord of the Wild
follow the chase, with my hounds and my gun,
Nor ever repent the bold course have run.
But sometimes there sinks my spirit dread
OF what may befal when the turfs on my head,
fear for proud Dinah, for brown Rodomond
And dimple- faced Karel, the sons of the bond
Then tell me, dear stranger, from England the
free,
What good tidings bring'st thou for Arend
Plessieg
Shall the edict of mercy be sent forth at last
To break the harsh fetters of color and caste P'S
dutch word for Justice of the Peace.
A.kH ~,