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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
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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 madewas 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。
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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 asleepthat
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；
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and picked her up； and carried her away； away！ She laughedshe 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？〃
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〃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！ 〃II also！〃 she said； 〃II 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。