"The African Colony" is at least not the work of a globe-trotter (a person far more likely to wreck the Empire some day than the proverbial cavalry subaltern). Its author has served for three years under Lord Milner in the task of reconstruction, and, though his book is completely unofficial, its statements and verdicts are not the casual observations of an intelligent journalist, who pins out his discoveries like a row of butterflies, but the concise expression of exact knowledge.
hich is a hunting-ground for the sociologist and the folk-lorist, we have an academic respect. But for savagery naked and not ashamed, fighting its own battles and ruling its own peoples, we reserve an interest only when it reaches literary record in a saga. Otherwise it is for us neither literature nor history--a kind of natural event like a thunderstorm, of possible political importance, but of undoubted practical dulness. Most men have never heard of Vechtkop or Mosega, and know Tchaka and Dingaan and Moshesh only as barbarous names. And yet this is a history of curious interest and far-reaching significance: the chronicle of Tchaka's deeds is an epic, and we still feel the results of his iron arguments. The current attitude is part of a general false conception of South African conditions. To most men she is a country without history, or, if she has a certain barbarous chronicle, it is without significance. The truth is nearly at the opposite pole. South Africa is bound to the chariot-wheels of her past,