Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1912-01-20
LIFE ON A BOER FARM
NOT INVITING FROM AMERICAN
POINT. OF VIEW.
Woman Traveller Describes tho Mo-
notony and Dlscomforts She
Found In the Agricultural Re-
glons Of South Africa.

An American woman travelling in
South Africa was detained by foods
and compelled to spend a month on
Boer farm.
The first nights monotony," sho
writes in Health Culture, was broken
by the roaring of ostriches under our
windows. We thought it was q tamo
lion.
"The farmer and his family lived
chiefly on sour bread and sour
skinned milk. l was therefore hun
cry most of the time and the ripe
hgs hanging in clusters were pretty
alluring. After pushing back the
skin Of the fig and enjoying the soft
fruit with its tropical taste l had q
refreshing nights sleep, only to awak-
en- In the morning pretty well scared,
for my tongue was 30 swollen and
black that 1 could not talk.
The Boer wife laughed and enjoyed
my discontinue and explained that
the skin OF the fig had numerous fine
thorns and 1 had not been careful
to remove 1t when eating
When told the farmers wife
that l liked buttermilk In quantity I
noticed that had a cupful or so given
me. but she threw 1t by the pailful to
the pigs. They were of far more con-
sequence to her than I, for they would
stay longer with her and were her
familtars. was not.
Then again, when 1 was hungry
for butter on my bread, q white clam
my substance made from 'sheeptail
fat 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 76 cents a pound,
more or less. Sour bread and green
strawberries (plenty of them) were
considered good enough.
"The Boer family was one OF the
wealthiest OF their kind. There was
not q ripple OF fun or exuberant life
In anything but the live stock. Con-
Versation was a dead language-un-
known.
THE women are mute 5eiugs. ao-
ceptdng their destiny with q deep
stiffness. The wife gives of Ter
strength to the limit, and dies after
giving birth to 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 traveIl9t.
THE farmer depends upon his ten
to eighteen children, Of all sizes, to
help him. A Kafir a. an employs
is undependable as the wind that
blows. Yet that Kafir is the hired
man In the mines and elsewhere In
South Africa. The white man ~ q
day laborer Is a general failure. He
cannot be worked in drovss like tho
Kaffir from the interior, whose Ian
guaEe, in clicks and vowel sounds, IL
hardly human.
"The Boer is not long iVsd. One
seldom met an aged Boer Of tho old
stock. Dom Paul Kruger, who was
rs 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
rica takes tho stoutest heart. Fevsrs
assail the discouraged and underfOd
home boy. The easily forded streams
become rivers, like swirling NiaEaras,
in few hours and tho terrific thun-
dsrstcrms parslyEe one sensitive to
electrical Influences.
There is no pretty little, ter-oR
streak In the sky which tho amateur
photographer can catch on his Aim,
but the air is charged with electricity
no appalling in its violet huod and
deep orange earthbound clouds that
one has to come to a complete stand
still whether walking or riding on the
open veldt, 80 as not to attract the
ribbonlike lightning playing around
him and venting It's fury on any NOV
ing object"