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The Shipwreck That Began The Tradition Of “Women And Children First” The Captain of the sinking ship, HMS Birkenhead, shouted “every man for himself”, but the troops stood on the doomed ship and calmly waited their fate as they knew that if they stormed the three serviceable lifeboats, the women and children in them would surely drown. They stood in their ranks even as the ship split in two. The ship then tilted and the soldiers were thrown overboard. Some drowned and others faced an even worse fate as the waters were infested with sharks. Of the 638 persons who sailed on the HMS Birkenhead, only 193 survived. And that is where the saying “women and children first” comes from. Gold reputed to be worth in excess of 300,000 pounds went down with the ship, but to this day if any of it has been found, it has not been reported to the authorities. Eternal Voyage Of The Flying Dutchman When the wind howls and the waves crash versus the coast, the ghost of the Flying Dutchman is said to haunt the waters around the Cape of Good Hope. Tales have filtered down through generations of a phantom ship with broken masts, flying before the gale and doomed to battle eternally to round the Cape. Some say the legend goes all the way back to Bartholomew Dias, The Portuguese navigator who drowned when his ship sank off the Cape two years after he with great success rounded it. However, the most often told tale is that of Captain van der Decken, a Dutchman, who on his homeward traveling ran into a storm in 1641. It is said that while his ship was sinking he vowed that he would round the Cape if he had to keep sailing until doomsday. It is said that whoever catches a glimpse of the Flying Dutchman, will perish, just as Van der Decken did. Keepers of the lighthouse at the tip of the peninsula have oftentimes reported seeing a sailing ship at the height of a storm. Perhaps the most famous sighting was on 11 July 1881 when a young midshipman, on the Royal Navy ship, Bacchante, recorded that at 4 am the Flying Dutchman crossed their bows. The lookout man in the forecastle reported her as being close to the port bow. Also the officer of the watch saw her as a strange red light of a phantom ship all aglow. Soon afterwards the lookout man fell from a mast to his death, but the curse of the Flying Dutchman did not touch the midshipman, who later became King George V. The Ghost With Red-Hot Handshake According to the legend, in when it comes to 1880, a farm proprietor passed from physical life and his farm was taken over by his brother-in-law who was an unpleasing character. He started out to mistreat the dead man’s wife and daughter. The daughter was being courted by a young man from Wellington and after visiting her one evening he was untethering his horse when he felt that there was somebody watching him. The young man asked the stranger to distinguish himself. The shadow answered that he was the former owner. The young man argued that this was not possible since he had been dead for a year. The ghost chuckled and moved into the light, and there was no doubt as to who it was. The ghost told the young man to tell his brother-in-law to treat his wife and daughter better or it would be the worse for him. As proof that he had been there he told the young man to wrap his hand in his saddle blanket. The ghost then with resolute determination shook his hand. There was a puff of smoke and the imprint of the dead man’s hand was without doubt or question burned into the blanket. This was sufficient to send the brother-in-law packing and leave the family in peace. Huberta The Wandering Hippo Who Went On A Three-Year Ramble No-one will ever know what made Huberta leave her muddy home n Zululand, but in November 1928, she started on one of the most dotty animal adventures of all time. For the next three years she wandered over 1600 km through South Africa. She wandered throughout railway lines, golf courses and gardens and popped up in cities and towns. Her fame disseminate speedily and soon she had a contingent following her, who thinking she was a he, wanted to capture her as a mate for a lonely female hippo in the Johannesburg Zoo. The public begun to love the adventurous hippo and the Natal Parks Board proclaimed her royal game and the zoo men were ordered to leave her alone. Early in March, Huberta’s footprints were found on a housing estate, and rumor had it she was looking for a house, but none had a sufficiently big bathroom. After a brief stop at a reservoir in Pinetown, Huberta pulled her most dangerous stunt, she gate crashed a party at the Durban Country Club. In the ensuing confusion, she charged off all over the golf course and a policeman found her in the doorway of a chemist’s shop in the city. When she reached the Wild Coast, the Pondo humans overlooked the fact that she was eating their crops because they thought she was the reincarnation of a legendary diviner. In March 1931 Huberta had reached East London and was spotted sleeping on the main railway line. An engine driver, who failed to wake her with his whistle, edged the train forward and gently nudged her off of the tracks. In April 1931, Huberta’s luck at long last ran out, three hunters shot her. There was a national outcry and her killers were tracked down. They pleaded ignorance and were fined R 25 each for destructing royal game. The body of Huberta may be seen at the Kaffrarian Museum in King William’s Town. Secrets Of Modjadji The “Immortal” Rain Queen During disturbances in the 16th Century a princess of the karanga people in Zimbabwe, fled to the fertile valley of the Molototsi River, east of Duiwelskloof. The princess became the most widely known and esteemed rain-maker in Africa. She called herself Modjadji and withdrew from public view. People started out to believe she was immortal and the book “She” by Sir Henry Rider Haggard is based on her. Even the savage warriors, the Swazi’s and Zulu’s kept her in awe. The mystique of Modjadji remains to this day. The capital of the present successor to the original rain queen is located on a hill slope, underneath which is a weird forest of trees known as Modjadji cycads. Gifts are still sent to Modjadji as an inducement for her to make rain. Jock Of The Bushveld “Jock of the Bushveld” written by Sir Percy Fitzpatrick, ranks as a literary classic of South Africa. It is basically a true story covering Sir Percy’s years as a transport rider and is rich in sequences of hunting , real-life characters and adventures in the haunts of huge game. During these years he acquired Jock, the runt of the litter who became the bravest of hunters and the most resourceful of companions. Today a number of commemorative plaques and cairns may be seen along the old transport routes. In the Barberton Park is a statue of Jock of the Bushveld and outside the town is a huge acacia tree beneath which Jock and his master often camped. Inside the Impala Hotel is a mural frieze scenes from the Jock of the Bushveld story. Tales Of The Rip Van Winkle Of Zastron Tales when it comes to Renier du Wapenaar are portion of the folklore of Southern Africa. Renier lived on a farm on the website of what is now the town of Zastron. With his long flowing beard, ragged trousers and peaked cap, he looked like Rip van Winkle. It is said that one day when feed was short because of a drought, he fired into a flock of pigeons and killed so a good deal of that the overjoyed persons of Zastron had to cart them away in six ox-wagons. In the Zastron area is an odd-looking peak named “Vulture Mountain” which has a great huge hole beneath it is summit. According to Renier he was out hunting one day when he met the devil. The devil eyed his ancient gun and asked what it was. Renier replied that it was a pipe. The devil, being a keen smoker, asked if he could sample Renier’s tobacco. Renier cautioned him that the tobacco was strong, but the devil nevertheless insisted. Renier then loaded his gun with a triple charge of gun powder and a potpourri of projectiles and give it to the devil. He told the devil to put the one end in his mouth and he lit the fuse. There was an enormous explosion and the devil’s head went hurtling through the air and knocked a hole in the mountain. “Damn it!” came the voice of the devil in the distance, “that tobacco of yours is on the rough side!”. Dick King’s Epic Journey In the early hours of 25 May 1842 started out one of history’s epic journeys. Dick King and his 16-year-old servant, Ndongeni, slipped throughout Durban Bay to the shore to race towards Grahamstown for reinforcements and furnishes for the British garrison who were besieged by the Voortrekkers. Dick crossed almost 1000 km of wild country, with 122 rivers and streams to ford.. He reached Grahamstown in ten days and reinforcements were hastily shipped from Port Elizabeth. On 26 June the siege was broken and both Dick and Ndongeni were granted land as a reward. The equestrian monument to Dick King on the Victoria embankment in Durban was erected in 1915. The Nation That Committed Suicide At a pool in the Gxara River, the strange foretellings of a 14-year-old girl called Nongquawuse, nearly led her humans to commit suicide. One day in 1856, she was sitting at the pool and looked down and thought she saw the faces of her ancestors. She told her persons that their ancestors were prepared to return to world to drive out the Europeans, but original the humans had to commit an act of faith which would prove their faith in the spirit world. They would have to kill all their cattle and burn all their crops. Those who refused would be turned into frogs, mice and ants and would be blown into the sea by a mighty whirlwind. For ten months they destroyed their provisions waiting for the day of their salvation that Nongquawuse predicted, 18 February 1957. On that day a blood-red sun would rise, stand still, and then set again in the east. As the great day dawned the people waited in anticipation, but the sun rose and set as normal. About 25 000 persons passed from physical life of starvation. Others pulled through only with the help of neighboring communities and Europeans. As for Nongquawuse, she would have been killed by her humans had she not fled to King William’s Town and was kept for a while on Robben Island for her own safety. How The Cape Doctor Lays The Tablecloth The Cape Doctor refers to the howling South-Easter, this wind makes the city’s atmosphere one of the healthiest in the world by blowing away pollution, dust, and insects. It also gives rise to the scenic wonder of Table Mountain’s tablecloth, a queerly neat cap of cloud which, in summer months, rolls throughout the flat summit and drapes itself over the edges in a neat straight line. Most helpful customer reviews 2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. 1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. December 30, 2008 I was visited by Jim Morrison in a dream. Nothing was said but he sat next to the tub a laid in reenacting his death as he shape shifted into different people, yet still being Jim. The very next day I had an out of body experience, that ultimately changed my perception of reality 180 degrees. I went through a few months of intense increase of psychic ability, specifically telepathy and started writing poetry, which I had never done before. Whenever I would sit down to write I would feel the presence of Jim Morrison and if you read my poems, they are not my words they are his.Some examples […] I was told to research him more which I did and found very interesting connections. Jim gives me the impression that he was abused by his dad, the other members in his band were hired to be his “handlers” and he doesn’t like the way he is portrayed as a drunk, out of control shock rocker. He was emotionally abused by everyone around him. He was brainwashed to think he was a Greek god and when he started to come out from under the spell his friends, controllers, handlers, had him under, they killed him. He wishes he would have just been a writer and healer. He obviously became a very powerful magician (Shaman) if you will and I think when he started to use his gifts for himself and not for other peoples agendas, they killed him because they couldn’t control him and keep him depressed/evil anymore. I also get an impression from him that he wants to be of assistance to anyone that needs it as we transition into a new age. He loves the true spirit of all that live on this earth and even though he came across as aloof and out of control while he was here, it was not him, it was other peoples projections that created this identity, he is probably one of the most sensitive souls ever to live and powerful too. He is like a loving concerned older brother who wants to help protect those who are like him. 0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. I have read many novels and obtained an English minor and a Journalism major from Ohio University, and I consider myself to have a great judge of character. If you’re considering buying this book, DO IT! If you aren’t, take look in the mirror and ask yourself “Why not?” |
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