Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1911-07-26
LIFE ON A B0ER FARG1
NOT INVITING FROM AMERICAN
POINT OF VIEW.
Woman Traveller Describes the Mo-
notony and Discomfcr:s She
Found in the Agricultural Re-
qions Of South Africa.

SSV"O u 0OGA" SNI''S0'
An American woman travelling IN
South Africa was detained BY floods
and compelled to spend month on
a Poer farm
The first nights monotony, she
writes in Health Culture, was broken
by the roaring of ostriches under our
windows. We thought it was tame
lion.
The farmer and his family lived
chiefly on sour bread and sour
skinned milk ! was therefore nun
cry most OF the time and the ripe
figs hanging In clusters were pretty
alluring. After pushing back the
skin OF the fig and enjoying the soft
fruit with it's tropical taste had
refreshing nights sleep, only to awak-
en- In the morning pretty we'll scared.
tor my tongue was so swollen and
black that could not talk.
The Beer wife laughed and enjoyed
my discontinue and explained that
the skin of the fig had numerous f1ne
thorns and | had not been care1ul
to remove 1t when eating.
when told the farmers wife
that | liked "buttermilk in quantity I
noticed that | had cupful or so given
me. but she threw it by the pailful to
the pigs. They were of far more con-
sequence to her than |, for they would
stay longer with her and were her
familiars. | was not.
Then again, when ! was hungry
for butter on my bread, white clam"
my substance made from 'sheeptall
tat was handed to me, and | could
not allow the farmers wife to see me
CULVER She sold her butter In the
village close by at Is cents pound.
more or less. Sour bread and green
strawberries (plenty OF them) were
considered good enough.
THE Boes family was one Of the
wealthiest of their kind. There was
not ripple of fun or exuberant life
in anything but the live stock. Con.
versation was dead language-un'
known.
THE women are mute beings. &C.
cepting their destiny with a deep
stiffness. The wife gives of her
strength to the limit. and dies after
giving birth to a dozen or more chill
dren, to make way for wife number
two, who gives another dozen chill
dren to her country. Her adobe house,
with its dirt floor made OF anthill clay
mixed with beef gall, is a chamber OF
horror to an Amerivan traveller.
The farmer depends upon his ten
to eighteen children, of all sizes. to
help him. A Kafir as an employe
Is indispensable as the wind that
blows. Yet that Kafflr Is the hired
man in the mines and elsewhere IN
South Africa. The white man as a
day laborer 10 a general failure. He
cannot be worked In droves like the
Kafir from the interior, whose Ian
guage, in clicks and vowel sounds, 10
hardly human.
The Boer is not long lived. One
seldom met an aged Boer Of the old
stock. Dom Paul Kruger, who was
Is years old when he died. was an
exception. Hatred toward the Uit'
lander and the lust for gold and power
was what kept the fires OF life burn
Ing at white heat within him.
ITO stem the elements alone in Az
RIGA takes the stoutest heart. Fevers
assail the discouraged and underfed
home boy. The easily forded streams
become rivers, like swirling Niagaras,
in a few hours and the terrific thun.
derstorms paralyze one sensitive to
electrical influences.
There is no pretty little. far-on
streak in the sky which the amateur
photographer can catch on his f1lm,
but the air Is charged with electricity
80 appalling In it's violet hued and
deep orange earthbound clouds that
one has to come to a complete stand
still whether walking or riding on the
open veldt, so as not to attract tho
ribbonlike lightning playing around
him and venting Its fury on any NOV
ing object"